Chapter 25: The tragic catch-and-kill 100 characters)
Speaking of his son, the old man is very proud, and the subtext is that he wants to bribe Zuo Yi. If there is no benefit, why should he help you?
"Stay away from me." Zuo Yi frowned in disgust. If he didn't still have the thought of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he would have beaten this old man with low character.
"You are insulting our left squad leader." A young soldier was angry, very dissatisfied with what the old man said.
"This guy looks down on the Chinese, beat him up." The old man said, but urged Zuo Yi to block the gun for him.
"Come on, how to fight?" Zuo Yi has such a chivalrous and fiery temper. Death? Fight first and then talk about it.
"Trojan horse?" Although the left one is short in stature, he is very capable, and his body is extremely strong. Torre can't help but be timid before fighting, and asks the wooden horse to cut him.
"The request is rejected. The first challenge, Torre vs. the old man, will start in two minutes. Free fighting. Please note that survivors who interfere with the game will be eliminated."
"Hey, you're dead." Torre smiled ferociously, scaring the old man.
"What should I do, what should I do?" The old man's face turned pale with fright, and he kept pleading to the soldiers. Then he saw Tang Zheng and rushed to his side, "Captain, help me."
"Coward." The old Chinese man of Team Fleischer shook his head, feeling embarrassed.
"Find a place to hide and sneak attack Torre." This was the only thing Tang Zheng could do, but unfortunately the old man couldn't listen at all and wanted a safer method.
"Hey, the time is almost up." Torre laughed and put pressure on the old man. The soldiers were furious, but unfortunately there was nothing they could do. Zuo Yi wanted to beat him, but he was held back by Zuo Yi.
"Don't be stunned, hide quickly, otherwise you won't have any chance." Qin Yan frowned, wondering if the old man's defeat would have an impact on the team.
"In addition, if the newcomer fails and dies, the score of his team will be reduced. In addition, contestants can only use their own weapons and are not allowed to attack in advance. Otherwise, they will be punished." The blue Trojan seemed to have heard Qin Yan's inner thoughts.
, announced again.
"Hurry up and hide." Pang Meiqin became anxious and kicked the old man on the waist and kicked him out.
Knowing that no one could help, the old man stumbled and began to run away.
"Three, two, one, it's time." Torre put the G36 rifle on his shoulder, looked at the old man's embarrassed appearance, and laughed. "It's so interesting."
Click, click, click, Torre fired, and the bullet flew past. It hit the deck next to the old man, and the sound of steel making the old man even more nervous, and he fell to the ground.
"You bastard." Zuo gritted his teeth angrily. Torre was clearly playing with the old man like a mouse.
"Hmph, are you able to bite me?" Torre's face suddenly darkened, and he fired three long shots at the right leg of the old man who had just gotten up.
The old man was shot in the ankle and fell again. His screams were heard across the sea.
"Find a way to lower their morale." A certain neo-Nazi shouted. A group of people cheered for Torre.
Torre changed a magazine and walked over while shooting, completely smashing the old man's ankle. The entire left foot fell off.
The old man screamed and crawled away, but his hand wrapped in a blood-stained bandage touched Torre's foot.
"Old man, this road is different." After Torre said, he kicked the old man on the head and broke the bridge of his nose.
A sense of pain rushed into his heart, and the old man burst into tears. Then he remembered that he had a gun, but before he could get it, Torre stabbed the muzzle of the gun down hard and stabbed it into his bandaged right hand.
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"No." The old man cried out, but what he got in return was a sinister smile from Torre, who then pulled the trigger.
Click, click, click, there was a loud gunshot, the bullet penetrated into the palm of the hand, turning the old man's right hand into rotten flesh, and the only remaining finger rolled out.
The neo-Nazis cheered again. The Chinese team couldn't bear to watch anymore. Some were frightened by this cruel scene, while others were angry. The soldiers wanted to pounce on Torre immediately and kill Torre.
"Hey, enough is enough." Tang Zheng warned Landek in a low tone.
Torre had a great time, firing bullets one after another, into the old man's legs, and then his hands, trying not to kill him at once.
"That's enough, kill him and come back." Tang Zheng's eyes were full of murderous intent. Landek was not afraid, but he also didn't want to face the wrath of a powerful enemy and become his first target. Let others fight while he hid.
Getting up and making a profit is the right path.
"It's boring." Torre curled his lips, changed the magazine, and put the muzzle of the gun on the old man's head.
"Don't kill me, please." The old man's begging for mercy ended. With the crisp sound of gunshots, Torre blasted his head, and you could see the exposed spine.
Phew, Dragai whistled, and still not relieved, he fired all the bullets at the old man's body, and then returned humming a little tune.
The soldiers looked at him angrily and wished they could skin him.
"In the first game, the star team wins, Torre, select the reward." The blue Trojan announced the results and displayed the most valuable A-level equipment on the virtual screen.
"Choose unicorn protective clothing to double your physical fitness and have the highest practical value."
Torre accepted Yannick's suggestion, and a set of protective clothing was sent to him. The guy was not ashamed, and took off his clothes in public and put it on directly.
"In the second game, does anyone volunteer to fight?"
As Trojan finished speaking, several more neo-Nazis stood up and wanted to take advantage. Soldiers also came out in larger numbers, but their target was Torre.
"Very good, but there are too many untouchables. We will choose randomly, but don't worry, you all have the right to choose your opponent." The Trojan horse will display the avatar of the newcomer on the screen.
Ten seconds later, a neo-Nazi was selected.
"I choose him." This guy was very happy and pointed at the last old Chinese man.
The old man was not afraid. He glared at him and walked to Tang Zheng, "Can you give me a few grenades?"
Looking at the old man's unhesitating expression, Tang Zheng frowned and thought about what he might do, but he was unable to stop him and took a cluster grenade to him.
"Why don't you run?" The young neo-Nazi thought he had a chance to win. He stared at the screen and was choosing equipment. However, he was surprised to see the old man still standing where he was from the corner of his eye.
"Hmph, why didn't you run away?" The old man was so angry that even though there were bruises on his face from being beaten, it did not damage his temperament at this moment.
This rhetorical question is full of masculinity, and the soldiers feel relieved. This is a Chinese man, pure. Even though he is old, his spine is still straight.
"What the hell." There were drops of sweat on the neo-Nazi's forehead. He was a little panicked and subconsciously looked at his compatriots.
"It's just a bad old man, what are you afraid of?" His companions cheered him up, which gave him a lot of courage.
The neo-Nazi was still calm at first, but as the countdown was about to end, the old man still looked at him calmly. The young man couldn't stay any longer and was ready to stay away. Otherwise, he would not be able to guarantee his survival in such a close range shooting.
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"Run first and wear him down." Landek frowned and gave his compatriots advice. He also saw that the old Chinese man was ready to die together.
"This guy is a lunatic." Reina sighed. Chinese people are also very tough. If all these newcomers were like the old man, then the situation of the two German teams would be really dangerous.
"Yeah." The Nazi youth responded and ran away. The old man followed closely behind him and pulled the gun bolt at the same time so that it could shoot at any time.
The Nazi youths who were still cheering suddenly shut up. They thought that their side would win, but the tough behavior of the Chinese old man made them lose confidence.
"Don't lose to this old man."
"The time is coming, don't leave your back to each other." The German youths yelled to cheer up their companions, which was also a way to hide their nervousness.
"Old man, come on." The soldiers also began to support the old man.
Lu Fan and Chengcheng clutched Tang Zheng's pants tightly, worried about their grandfather.
The countdown hadn't ended yet, and the two men had already pointed their guns at both sides. The German young man looked at the Chinese old man's firm eyes, and his dry, but very steady hands holding the assault rifle. Unable to withstand the pressure, he advanced in advance.
The trigger was pulled.
Da da da da, the old man was shot in the chest, but he managed to hold on for a breath and knocked down the Nazi youth. At this time, the countdown ended.
"What the hell." The soldiers yelled when they saw the German guy not obeying the rules and firing in advance. Zuo Yi couldn't help it again and wanted to run out, but this time he was held back by Tantai.
"Death, die." The Nazi youth roared angrily and fired, all the bullets entering the old man's body.
The old man could no longer shoot him with a gun, but he still pressed him tightly and pulled the safety pin of the grenade.
"You madman." The Nazi young man looked at the smoking grenade and was so frightened that he peed. Even with all his strength, he could not break away from the old man's last obsession in his life.
"Haha, let's die together." The old man smiled calmly and comfortably with blood on his mouth, and then the flames of the explosion engulfed the two of them.
The ground was littered with minced meat and mutilated limbs, but the old man’s smile, coupled with the horrified expression of the Nazi youth, became an eternal picture that was forever engraved in everyone’s hearts.
The newcomers in Germany were shocked. No one expected that the old Chinese man would make up his mind from the beginning and use this method of mutual destruction to win. It was really cruel.
"I am a pure man." Shaou choked up, sniffed, and looked at the screen, "Trojan, can I join the battle?"
Shaou needs to kill these guys, otherwise he won't be able to get rid of the bad breath in his heart.
"No, this is a special game for newcomers." Blue Trojan refused and announced the result, "In the second game, the Stars and the Rangers tied, but because the players of the Stars broke the rules, the entire team will be punished."
The conquerors were stunned for a moment, while the newcomers burst out with all kinds of swear words. This was really an unreasonable disaster, but the next moment, they stared at the virtual screen, wondering what the punishment was.
"Haha, you deserve it." The soldiers felt a sense of venting pleasure, waiting for them to be punished. At this moment, the conflict between the four teams was out of control.
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