Kuroda was shocked, and his body suddenly fell backwards, and his right hand raised, and a flash of fire and the black shadow in front fell to the ground. At the same time, a sudden scream of "ah" came from a distance.
, a black shadow followed, and then a "bang" sounded, and an arrow flew towards Kuroda like lightning.
Kuroda's body, which was leaning back, suddenly tilted to the side, and the lightning-like arrow shadow flew past him with the sound of wind. At the same time, the black shadow jumping out of the front suddenly groaned and fell to the ground. Obviously, it was
The team members behind Kuroda shot in time and shot the other party to death.
Fortunately, the valley was very lively, and the singing and roar drowned out the screams that the black shadow had just made. Kuroda had a cold sweat and quickly stepped on the torch that fell beside him, and observed the surroundings with vigilant eyes.
I thought to myself: If I hadn't reacted in time just now, I would have been penetrated by a spear or sharp arrow! I didn't expect that these black men would not have any breath hidden in the thatch, and even the sniper who had been specially trained would have deceived me.
Passed.
Kuroda couldn't help but feel alert. This was a tribal hunter who had been hunting for generations. These people had the ability to hide themselves and their legs were extremely flexible. If they were not careful, they might stay in this valley forever.
middle.
Kuroda bit his teeth hard and walked towards the valley. He shot six and seven hunters who were guarding at the foot of the mountain were killed along the way.
Fortunately, these indigenous people do not have the professional knowledge and do not know how to place the post. Although their posts are placed on the necessary path to the valley, they do not establish a connection with each other in their field of view.
They thought that as long as they found outsiders making noises, they could make the people in the valley more vigilant, but they didn't expect that in such dark nights, the valley was a festival, and the people behind the warning could not hear the front at all.
The alarm sound came, and Kuroda shot very quickly, so he did not have time to give the other party an alarm.
Kuroda rushed into the valley, and the sound of singing and beating the bones echoed in the valley. A group of young black men and women were dancing in the middle of the bonfire. Everyone around was watching with great enthusiasm, and their mouths were occasionally emitted.
There were strange screams, and no one noticed him, an uninvited guest.
Kuroda walked into the valley with a swagger and found a huge rock more than ten meters high six or seven hundred meters away from the singing and dancing bonfire group. The rock stood not far from the foot of the mountain, obviously because of some kind of vibration.
There was no figure of people rolling down, and far away from the scattered thatched huts.
He saw no one paying attention to him in the distance, got up, climbed up to the top of the huge rock and sat down. From a distance, he looked like a local man sitting on a stone and watching the lively valley in front of him.
Kuroda saw that no one was paying attention to him. He raised his hand and inserted his hand into his waist, took off the sniper rifle from his shoulder to untie the wrapped rag, then took off the cloth bag behind him, and put a few grenades.
Beside you, insert a spare magazine around your waist.
Except for the bonfire in the middle, the valley is as bright as day, and it looks dark and dark. The flames of the bonfire flash, making the surrounding mountains flash and dark, showing a dark bloody color.
Kuroda seemed to have accidentally raised the sniper rifle in his hand and placed it in front of him, his eyes slowly scanning the cheerful crowd through the sniper lens. He knew that the more open the time he was, the less anyone paid attention.
The action appears to be secret and may immediately attract other people's attention.
His eyes suddenly stopped in front of the stone house. Several gray-haired elderly black men sat on a row of chairs. There was a row of tables in front of them, which seemed to be filled with a lot of food. Several people were holding bowls.
Smilingly watching the crowd singing and dancing in front of him.
Kuroda's heart moved, and he carefully recalled the target photo that his employer had shown him, and the muzzle slowly moved on the faces of the old men. Finally, his muzzle stopped, yes, it was him! Kuroda's
My heart beats suddenly.
He slowly knelt up from the top of the stone, held the gun steadily with both hands, and pressed it tightly on the shoulder, slowly pulled the folding machine with his fingers. He held his breath, and his whole body and mind were concentrated on his target.
Body.
Just as he pulled the trigger, a childish sound rang from the side, "Puff" Kuroda's fingers suddenly pulled the trigger, and the muzzle turned to the direction where the sound came, "Puff", "Puff" continued again
He pulled the trigger twice.
A blood mist suddenly appeared on the heads of the two little black shadows. A sharp scream rang out from the grass not far away. A small figure suddenly stood up from the grass and went to the side.
Run away. It was probably the companion of two children. I just stood up in the grass and happened to see this scene.
She ran and heard sharp shouts, but just after a few steps, a cloud of mist also emerged from her head and rushed to the ground. At the same time, a sudden burst of screams came from the bonfire in the middle of the valley.
Then countless figures ran towards Kuroda.
Obviously, the child who suddenly stood up was screaming, pointing the direction of the assassin for the people in the valley. The shouts made the valley "buzz" sound, and countless black men holding spears and bows shouted loudly.
He shouted and rushed towards Kuroda, his dark face flashing with angry eyes.
After firing the gun, Kuroda grabbed the grenade on the stone and threw it around, then jumped off the stone and ran out of the valley desperately. He knew that there would never be any survivor under his gun.
The target must have been shot on the spot.
From the beginning of the operation to the present, he has shot six or seven unarmed women and children without hesitation in order to assassinate the target. If he does not escape quickly, he will not let these angry people tear them to pieces.
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom" grenades sounded one after another, and black figures were churning in the flames. Kuroda kept throwing grenades around as he ran away. The surrounding thatched huts were ignited by the explosion of flames.
There were screams of women and children from the valley, screams and roars of anger echoed in the valley, and the whole valley seemed to be boiling.
At this moment, Kuroda was running suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air around him. Arrows and spears flew past it with the sound of wind, and the sound of automatic rifles also came from him.
The people chasing behind him ran away while throwing the javelins and shooting bows and arrows. The guard holding an automatic rifle beside the patriarch also chased after him with an automatic rifle.
At this moment, gunshots suddenly came from the hillsides on both sides. The gunshots of the two Kuroda men rang violently, and figures from behind fell to the ground.