Johnson was obviously wearing thick clothes, but he felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He couldn't help but take off his sunglasses to see more clearly.
Anna, who had been crying so hard just now, was also made to forget to cry by this scene.
Not to mention the strong black man who was already frightened by the gunfire, he stared blankly at Marcus who was resurrected from the dead, with an expression even more exaggerated than if he had seen a ghost.
The remaining snipers on the mountain were also stunned.
But before finding the hidden enemy, in order to prevent the exposed position from being killed by the enemy, they did not dare to shoot at the resurrected Marcus.
We can only continue to stay hidden, search quickly, and try to find the enemy as soon as possible.
Under everyone's confused gaze, Marcus walked step by step to the front of the helicopter.
Only then did Johnson and Charles discover that the man who came over was not Marcus at all, but FBI agent Memphis.
"Shet, I feel like my ribs are broken."
Memphis knelt on the ground with a sad expression. It was obvious that the shot just now did not kill him, but also caused him a lot of damage.
"Bang~"
The sniper rifle rang again.
Johnson and others were so frightened that they shuddered, and Charles was so frightened that he put his head in his hands and quickly put it down when he realized that he was embarrassed.
"Don't move. If you don't want to die, don't move."
Memphis shouted a warning at the right time, making Johnson and others even more nervous.
They are now 100% sure that the person who shot the gun must be Marcus.
They also know how terrible Marcus is.
Those are terrifying snipers who can accurately kill enemies from a distance of 2,000 yards. They are now living targets standing here.
Being shrouded in the shadow of a terrorist sniper, it's impossible not to be nervous.
Because the strong black man insulted Anna and thought that Marcus was Anna's husband, he was more nervous than the others, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.
"Bang~"
The third shot rang out.
"Bang~"
The fourth gunshot.
Two consecutive shots echoed melodiously on the top of the mountain, once again triggering the strings of some people.
"ah--"
The strong black man was the first to lose his nerve. After roaring emotionally, he shouted to the empty surroundings: "No more shooting. If you dare to shoot again, this woman will never survive."
Did you hear that? Marcus, no more shooting, get out of here right now."
Said.
The strong black man put the police spray in his hand on the back of Anna's head.
As long as Marcus dared to shoot again, he would immediately retaliate and shoot Anna's head off, making Marcus regret it.
The strong black man's voice was loud and spread to every corner of the mountaintop, but he received no response.
Only Memphis unzipped his clothes, took off the titanium alloy plate hanging on his chest and threw it on the ground. A very clear hole could be seen on it.
You can also see through the unzipped zipper that he is wearing a plywood body armor underneath.
With three layers of protection on his body, it's no wonder that Memphis dared to run out like this, and even after being beaten by a sniper rifle, he could still stand up normally.
"Man, I advise you not to do this, otherwise you will regret it."
It is much easier for Memphis to throw away the titanium alloy version, and he can give advice to the strong black man with ease.
"Fake Oil, he is finished. Today is his death anniversary. If he doesn't want this woman to die in my hands, he must get out of here."
The strong black man thought he had a trump card and completely ignored Memphis's warning.
However, what the strong black man didn't know was that he had already angered Marcus, and his so-called trump card could not protect him at all.
"Bang~"
The gun rang again.
The gun in the strong black man's hand disappeared, along with half of his right hand.
Marcus used his shooting skills that were so accurate that he could hit coins from hundreds of meters away. He hit the black man's gun-holding palm with perfect accuracy.
The bullet hit the metal body of the gun and exploded with such force that it easily cut off three fingers of the strong black man.
Without his thumb, index finger and middle finger, the leader turned into a terrifying blood ball. The strong black man covered his palms and howled in pain.
The extreme fear and the pain that penetrated deep into the soul drove the strong black man crazy.
He raised his hands like a lunatic and yelled in a frenzy: "Well done, haha, this son of a bitch hit really accurately.
But, it’s okay, I still have one hand. His woman is finished. When I take out the pistol, I will beat his woman’s head to pieces in front of him, haha..."
"Bang~"
Marcus fired again.
The other hand of the strong black man was hit by a bullet at the elbow. The arm was cut in two on the spot, and the flesh and blood flew several meters away.
The palm of one hand is bald, and the arm of the other hand is missing.
Now he never got a chance to get a gun.
"Oh My God!"
Charles was just a politician. Even though he had issued more cruel orders and massacred many innocent people, he had never seen such a bloody scene, and the hairs all over his body stood up in fear.
"What on earth is this bastard going to do?"
Even though Johnson was a veteran of the battlefield, he frowned at this scene.
The strong black man finally closed his mouth. The excruciating pain in both hands caused him to fall to the ground weakly.
No longer able to speak complete words, he could only lie on the ground and wail in pain.
"Bang~"
The gunfire rang out again and again.
Both Charles and Johnson were startled, thinking that it was their turn. Their whole bodies were so cold that they almost couldn't hold back.
Fortunately, the target was not the two of them, nor the strong black man lying on the ground.
"It's over, it's all over."
Johnson counted the gunshots and knew that all the snipers he arranged had been killed, and his plan to kill Marcus had completely failed.
Fortunately, he knew that he still had a trump card and a last chance to win, so he did not lose completely.
At least I can leave safely!
So he took out a remote control from his pocket, pulled Anna in front of him, grabbed the chest of her coat and pulled it open.
This is not to act like a gangster to intimidate Marcus, but to reveal the remote-controlled bomb installed on Anna.
He raised the remote control high and shouted: "I know your shooting skills are very accurate, Marcus, come on, hit my hand."
As long as you knock off my hand, you will send your wife to hell yourself.
I don't have time to play hide and seek with you anymore. If you don't want your wife to die with me, just come out and complete the deal with me."
Memphis didn't expect Johnson to be so cunning as to do this, and he ran out of ideas for a while.
Johnson uses a loose-crank remote control, which will trigger immediately as long as there are no fingers pressing it. In this case, there is no solution.