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    I sat on the tire of a military vehicle that had been knocked off its axle. I put the cigarette close to the eye socket of a burning corpse next to me and put it into my mouth. After taking a deep breath of the meat-scented smoke, I could see through the white mist I exhaled.  Looking at the picture of a fiery hell in front of me.

    Cremation!  In Greek mythology, Hercules completed the ritual of getting rid of his human body and sublimating into a god after being sent away from the gods.

    The big bear is the Hercules in my mind, and now we are holding this sacred ceremony for him.  I hope that he can ascend to the pantheon of gods and become eternal immortal like the legend.  There was no way to take the body away, and it couldn't be left to the surrounding enemies who were watching eagerly.  This is our only recourse.  Seeing relatives who have been together for many years being thrown into the fire like firewood, the feeling in my heart is not pain but boredom.

    Hundreds of meters of road were burned by white phosphorus bombs until nothing was left except the chassis of the car. There were not many intact corpses of pedestrians accidentally hit by stray bullets.  Although we want to eliminate this mess on the road, the locals do not appreciate what we are doing. If we touch the bodies of their relatives and friends, it is very likely to attract hostility from countless passers-by who would otherwise remain silent.

    genius!  Although the battle just now was fierce, it only lasted for more than ten minutes. The knight stood beside the destroyed vehicle with his shoulders hanging, covering the vanguard and others to collect the ammunition that was not destroyed.

    What?  The genius's voice was full of boredom.

    Have you received a doctor?  We have so many people here who need him that the knight can barely carry his gun.

    No!  I've arrived at the place, but I haven't found the doctor's car yet.  The genius's response became confused.

    What does it mean to not find a doctor?  We left him and the captain a car.  They were with Tang Guanjie near the US military bridge base, and Xiao was also in the car.  The knight was taking out his cigarette and paused.

    No!  I found the bridge stronghold you mentioned, but there is no one here!  The genius became anxious when he heard this.

    What?  Not only the knight, but also the young man who was examining the wound on my leg caused by a punctured tire was so frightened that he dropped his cigar.

    I said, and the genius began to raise his voice word by word: There is no one here!  There was nothing but bombed-out ruins and dead people in the streets.  The Iraqis have attacked our contractor convoys many times, and now I'm protected by a bunch of useless South African niggas.  Bros!  I can't stay here any longer. They are aiming at me with sniper rifles from a distance.

    Can¡¯t you locate the captain and doctor?  With thatwhatradar?  The knight is older and has limited understanding.

    My radar is cooling down!  The genius was so anxious that his mouth was boiling with fire.

    That¡¯s right!  I don¡¯t know why the Yankee¡¯s refrigeration system is of such poor quality this time, so I can only let the machine cool down naturally.  The nearly forty-degree heat here takes a long time.  The genius' words revealed the helplessness beyond his power.

    How could this happen?  At a time like this?  ***, ***, the knight yelled.

    I don't know either.  Genius is extremely wronged. I took this from the tank cooling vehicle of the US military.  If it doesn't work here, then the M tank will definitely burn out a lot on the road Damn it why didn't I think of do it.

    Stop talking to yourself!  Drive the car faster and come here first.  The Butcher was in the distance dealing with the surviving Undertaker soldiers.  Something strange happens here.

    ? ? Okay, we¡¯ll be there in ten minutes!  After the genius finished speaking, he disconnected. The rest of us packed up our things and walked around the charred Great Wall, running to the prisoner gathering area where the butcher was. There were seven or eight mercenaries who had lost their lower bodies and were crippled, and they had gone through a very sad period.  time.

    What's wrong?  I walked closer with my spent sniper rifle and was surprised to see the butcher who was much cleaner than before.

    I think I know why more than a hundred mourners were killed so easily. The butcher's face was filled with frustration.

    Easy!  The knight almost threw the cigarette butt into his face, Impact, Elite, Snow Dog, Buck, Big Bear Not counting minor injuries, we were reduced by 50%.

    We wiped out all the Undertaker!  The butcher shook his head.

    all?  The knight was also surprised.  He knew that this was the main force of the Undertaker, but total annihilationhe didn't have such a big appetite, how could he do it.

    They are sick!  The butcher pointed the barrel of his gun at a guy lying on the ground gasping for breath and said that he was very sick and was about to die.

    What disease?  the knight asked with a frown.

    I have no idea.  The Butcher looked at the other seven half-dead men and shook his head. Their team doctor was killed by the ghoul.

    I know, the devil gasped and sat on the edge of the flower bed next to him.  His words attracted everyone's attention.

    What I saw was that he kept coughing and wheezing. What's wrong with him?  Just tell me. The beautiful woman who had been looking at it for a long time and didn't know what to do asked angrily and spread her hands.

    He even coughedI can't breathe, what do you think it is?  The speed machine looked at Evil with a heavy expression, then looked back at the others and said that it probably had something to do with the Serbian tongue they captured.

    Genius, make sure you put on your chemical protective suit when you get out of the car, okay?  I clicked on the radio and said, at the same time, Genius's conspicuous extra-long container truck had appeared at the other end of the avenue.

    Why?  It's so hot, I won't wear something as thick as cowhide Oh!  Could it be

    Oh my God!  The genius's car sped to an abrupt stop in front of us. It took a while before we saw the genius jump out of the car, wrapped in a chemical protective suit.

    Collect their blood samples!  The butcher motioned for everyone to get on the genius' huge box truck that could hold a hundred people.

    Are you okay?  The genius approached the demon with concern, looked at his pale face and asked.

    If you can find out what the hell this is, I won¡¯t die!  The devil put his hand on his chest, shook his head and spit, then his face became more serious.  We followed his gaze and saw that there was blood in the phlegm.

    Um!  The doctor's protein detector and d analyzer are both in my car. I think I can figure out what disease you have in a few hours.  Once the cause is found, everything will be fine.  A genius is not a pathologist, but he can still operate these machines/work harder!  Don't make me wait too long!  The devil walked into the car with the support of Pioneer.

    Youthe genius turned his head and looked at the butcher and me.

    It took two days for us to be exposed to the source of the disease, and it was not that serious.  I rubbed my brow and said, I just felt a little weak and had a headache.

    Me too, the butcher and the speed machine nodded at the same time.

    We should take the long view The knight hesitated to say what he wanted to say.

    We should get the table back from them before this shit kills us all.  The butcher interrupted the knight's hesitation.

    ¡°In that case we

    I was ready, and I threw the module sniper rifle in my hand to Genius. This thing definitely had a future, but it almost killed me.

    Me too, the slow-speed machine is urging us with guns, let's go, our time is limited, genius, hurry up and get your radar.

    ??Clean up the battlefield, please?  Butcher, I walked into the car on the shoulder of the express machine.  The car ran over the burned-to-gray skeleton, the ashes flew, and we were traveling in death.

    Death is the nourishment I swallow in my stomach every morning. Every time I meet this son of a bitch, I either pass him by or have a hard impact.  But slowly weakening to death like this now makes my calves swell with depression.

    The genius radar reluctantly started working under the cold wind of high-speed advancement. Before we had time to carefully identify where the captain and the doctor were, the highlight of the "Devil Fruit Dragon Seven" group on the display screen had already appeared on the map at the same time as us.  on an area.

    Damn it, the table is moving. It's on the intersection in front. The genius pointed at the display screen in the direction of the front of the car. The computer control room can lead directly to the cab. What he can see from the front window is a desert road full of burned-out convoys on both sides.  , with a sparse flow of people fleeing for their lives scattered on it.  They will meet us now.

    What?  Pioneer, who was driving, was startled. He changed gears and prepared to slow down and stop.

    It¡¯s that car!  The genius stared at the screen and shouted without looking at the road.  Before he finished speaking, a Unimog off-road vehicle guided by a Land Rover officer honked its horn to urge people to approach the intersection.

    "Don't stop, hit it." The butcher stopped the vanguard who was about to brake, stretched his head from the passenger seat at the end of the aisle and shouted to the back, "Sit tight."

    What are you going to do with my car?  Yes, butcher!  The genius cursed without delay and hugged the table that was tied to the chassis of the car. The rest of us hurriedly grabbed the nearest fixture. The werewolf reached out and pulled the seat belt buckle on the devil's hospital bed, then hugged the bed and leaned on him.

    The genius¡¯s 2*2 special heavy-duty truck is as long and as heavy as a train with tires. With hundreds of tons of weight and inertia, it can hit a small off-road vehicle like a Land Rover as easily as a hammer smashing a matchbox.  The sound of the impact in the car was very slight. I looked out the front window and saw the Land Rover flying high and far like a golf ball.

    Birdie!  The young master saw the Land Rover rolling on the sand from the passenger seat of the cockpit and couldn't help shouting.

    Damn it, the butcher opened the window and jumped out of the car. Then we who were hiding in the container body felt a strong impact. Things on the inner rack of the container truck fell on our heads like rain.  Many of the ones with corners and edges have added a lot of holes to us.

    There were gunshots outside. The few of us who were not seriously injured quickly jumped out with our guns. The battle was on the other side of the car. We didn¡¯t have time to go around the back of the car and climbed directly under the car.

      As soon as I exposed my head, I saw three or four people on the other side who had just jumped out of the car. They all had SR47 in their hands. After landing, they looked from the rear of the car to the front.  A familiar figure jumped out of the cab. It was a woman!  The woman who took my son away that night.

    ¡°Don¡¯t shoot that woman, she¡¯s mine, I didn¡¯t care about hiding, I shouted loudly.

    The woman also saw me and fired at me with the SR47 in her hand.  As soon as she raised her hand, I hugged my head and shrank back under the frame of the car.  The bullets hit the ground and the steel frame and ricocheted around. One of them hit my helmet. It looked like someone had hit me with a magazine. It looked like someone had hit me with a magazine.

    "Don't hit me, don't hit me. After going through so much pain and effort, the result is right in front of me. It's the first time I pray so seriously that I don't get shot."

    When my feet were hot, my eyes turned black.  God didn't hear me.

    Damn it, as soon as the gunfire stopped, I covered my left foot and screamed.  It actually hit me on the same leg that was injured by the tire. Damn it. I looked up and saw the woman running to the back of the car. She directed a few soldiers to retreat to Feixu not far away while beating her, while she herself went towards the car that was hit by us.  The hit Land Rover ran over.  So I quickly used the G3 to lie on its side under the car and shoot at them, knocking down two of them, but there were still a few people who ran into the damaged car and hid.

    The table is here. The assassin who climbed into the trunk moved a few cardboard boxes and shouted in surprise.

    Checking for explosives, the butchers opened fire at the soldiers who were retreating towards the crowd in the distance, but I could never let the woman escape, so I lamely chased the deformed Land Rover with my gun in hand.  passed.

    As soon as I approached the military vehicle, gunfire rang out from the opposite side. I lowered my head and lay down, but I killed the young master who was following me.  There was a muffled groan and I looked back, only to see him falling to the ground holding his pants.  Due to the distance, I couldn't check him, so I could only shoot at the militants who were shooting in the car. I didn't see whether I hit him, but the shooting stopped.

    I took this time to quickly rush around the car. The woman had opened the back door of the car and was dragging people out of the car. When she heard the noise, she didn't show her face. She just stretched out a gun from the roof of the car and shot twice at my position. I hid behind it.  The front of the car was shooting at her through the deformed car body. Since I needed the information she had, I didn't dare to penetrate the car body and shoot her based on speculation.

    There was no two shots, and her shot and her shot rang at the same time.  The bullets are gone.  She retreated to the hiding place at the back of the car, and I threw away the G3 and rushed over. As a result, I turned around the back of the car and caught her as she took out the empty magazine and just took out the full magazine.  Seeing me rushing forward with my hand pierced, she was startled but did not panic. Before she had time to reload, she threw the long gun and magazine in her hand to block my approach, and then reached for the pistol on her side.  I let the gun catch the magazine, then threw it at her raised hand like a brick, and smashed the pistol she had just taken out into the falling sand.

    ah!  The woman screamed, and put the index finger of her right hand that I had broken off on the side of her leg to push it back to its original position, while her left hand went to her calf to pull out the spare pistol without stopping.  But I had already limped to within arm's reach. As soon as she bent down, I stretched out my left hand and grabbed her full head of black hair toward her arms, pulling the lithe woman into my arms.

    She had just taken out the second mini pistol from her leg holster and was held by me at the same time as her hand. I easily pinned her wrist at a right angle to her forearm. The gun fell to the ground. I could pull it away with just a little more force.  Her wrist was twisted and dislocated.  But I received a kick on the injured left instep, and the small bone in the instep that was originally penetrated by the bullet was 100% broken.

    The severe pain was like an electric current, paralyzing all the muscles in my body instantly, and I couldn't use any strength. The woman took this opportunity to pull my right hand out of my grasp, and then stamped on my hand from the front with her second foot.  On the knee, the force wasn't strong enough to tear my ligaments and cartilage, but it was enough to traumatize my nerves and muscles.  My body went limp and I fell to one knee on the ground. She put her hand on my neck and turned around behind me. She moved my chin with one hand and pushed my forehead with the other, trying to break my vertebrae.  Twist off.  Her movements were skillful and swift to the point of perfection. It seemed that she had killed many people with this move.

    "If I were just an ordinary soldier or an ordinary man, as long as she pressed her hands hard, I wouldn't even be able to fart, and I would die."  Unfortunately, what she couldn't imagine was that the strength of the muscles I trained under the guidance of Big Bear's idea that the body is the strongest weapon was beyond her ability to shake.

    She moved her hands without twisting my head, and she knew that this move was useless, so she immediately cut the back of my neck with a knife. At this time, my body leaned forward a little, and her movement was not strong enough in the rush.  , but it turned out that I didn't hit the right place. Although there was a sharp pain on the vest, I reached out from under the crotch and grabbed her ankles. I pulled her forward to the ground, then turned around and hit her in the abdomen with my elbow.  woman softHer abdomen was like a layer of kraft paper to me. In order to avoid breaking her intestines with excessive force, I once again reserved my strength. The result was that this woman did not faint and even kicked me in the face.  One kick, but it was a pity that the force of the injury to the abdomen was not enough to save me, and it just kicked my nose until blood and water flew everywhere.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but this time I didn¡¯t hold back any force as I grabbed her before she could take back her other foot.  Then I reached out and lifted off her shoulders, and touched her whole body, preparing to clean up all the debris on her body.

    Let her go.  There was a groan from behind, and I looked back to see a bloody man pointing a pistol at me.  Looking at the trembling fingers and the muzzle of the gun, I wasn't worried about his shooting skills, but I was worried that this guy would get cramps and hit the passenger car by mistake before he died.

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