Manual of Space-Time Interference

"piu! Bang!"

The bullets continuously swiped through the air around him, and then hit the trees next to him. Dialect watched, and kept running towards the front. At the same time, he used the trees as cover to avoid, and fired two shots by the way.

But the people behind him were like brown sugar, and they couldn't get rid of them. Although the distance was gradually getting further away, the people behind them were not in a hurry, they were not in a hurry to catch up, and they were not in a hurry to shoot.

It seems like a hunter is constantly driving the prey and letting it enter the pre-arranged trap?

"piu!"

There was a slight fire again in the silencer, and Dialect immediately closed the gun, not caring about the result, but looked around a little, and then selectively deviated from his original direction.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots behind him clearly began to intensify, and when the dialect listened, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about the bullets that could hardly hit him, but took advantage of this reverse **** to slightly He turned around and ran towards the surrounding mountains.

The gunshots stopped for a while, and the seemingly continuous heavy rain finally became slightly lighter, but the surrounding temperature became colder and colder, and a little snow finally appeared in the area. dialect perspective.

The cold is constantly stimulating the dialect nerves from all over the body. The clothes soaked all over the body have no function of keeping warm, but add a bit of coldness...

"piu! piu! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots sounded again, Fang Yan smiled and continued to run forward, but he also knew that he would not be able to run for long, because the pain in his left leg had become more and more intense, but he couldn't run anymore. Before, he felt that the people behind him would not be able to run first.

"Snapped!"

A sound was extremely abrupt, and a large piece of wood dregs was directly knocked down from the trees next to it. At the same time, the sound of gunshots coming from afar and late also came from another direction, and over there, it was the pursuit. Here comes Richard's team.

After a brief glance, Dialect immediately analyzed his current situation - being attacked from both sides, from the 8 o'clock and 3 o'clock directions.

"Say it!"

Dialect scolded, put the sniper rifle back on his back, then took out the automatic rifle, hid behind a tree in front, looked at the figure in the direction of Richard's team, fired a few shots, Continue to run forward.

The distance did not widen again. Instead, due to the fact that the speed and route of the dialect were limited by the two-sided attack, the dialect began to slowly get closer, and the dialect's face became gloomy. on the slope.

"Crack!"

The sound of the thimble colliding with the thimble came from the rifle in his hand. Dialect looked at it, quickly pulled away and ran forward. At the same time, he unloaded the magazine and stuffed it into the tactical pocket. Then he quickly took one out and loaded it into the rifle. Then, he pulled the bolt, and under the cover of the trees, he started to shoot at the pursuers behind him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The light of fire kept flashing at the muzzle of the gun, and the rain was a little sparser again, but this mountain road mixed with snow became more and more muddy. Top run.

The distance between the two began to narrow at a slow and steady pace, the heartbeat became more and more obvious, and gradually, he could even hear the faint shouts behind him.

"flutter!"

The left foot seemed to be hooked on something, and the dialect fell to the front in an instant, and at the same time, a heart-piercing pain also spread from the original fracture.

"Hush!"

Dialect sucked in a breath of cold air, listened to the constant gunfire around him, rolled to the side, quickly shrank to the back of a tree, then propped up on the ground and slowly stood up.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The surrounding trees were constantly being shot into shallow pits one after another. Dialect glanced at it slightly, then turned to look at the top of the **** in front of him. on the slope.

At this time, the whole space seemed to return to a kind of silence. He took a breath, put the rifle behind his back, took out the sniper rifle, removed the night vision goggles from his eyes, and slowly put his head on his back. up.

"piu!"

A slight voice sounded from the top of this slope, and Dialect immediately released his index finger, then quickly pulled his body back and ran to the side.

"Puff puff!"

A series of dull sounds rang out from the position just now. Dialect looked at it, and lay down again. Through the scope, he aimed at the position of the Bernigger team, and then looked at the person who was holding the microphone and probed slightly, and pulled it. own trigger.

"piu! Ping!"

With a light sound, the person in the scope leaned back directly, and at the same time, the dialect who buried his head heard a loud noise~www.wuxiaspot.com~ involuntarily turned his head back, directly from the slope. slid down.

"Fuck, bah!"

Dialect spit out a few mouthfuls of mud and sand and touched his helmet, only to find that a deep nick had been drawn on it, and there was only a little wreckage left of the original night vision device. After a while of fear, he stood up and limped to the distance.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded again when the dialect ran out less than 300 meters away, and then it began to become more and more dense and loud. When the dialect listened, he hid behind a nearby tree, closed his eyes slightly, and began to continue. He took a deep breath and clasped the rifle in his hands tightly with both hands.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, there is no road, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is no village...

"Ha ha!"

A light laughter popped out of the dialect's mouth, he squatted down slightly, and slowly extended his rifle from behind the tree, then tightened his index finger and looked towards the darkness ahead jungle.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded, and the dialect was stunned for a while. He looked at his index finger that had not been pulled, and then turned to look at the direction of the gunshot that was different from the rifle in his hand—the high **** on the side...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots began to get denser, and two different gunshots began to mix in this rainy mountain forest. Dialect listened, a smile slowly bloomed on his face, and then he slowly put down his rifle. , got down on his body, and slowly crawled into the distance.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village, Lao Maozi is so warm, it's really too timely!