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Chapter 121: Weird Tattoo

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    Even so, Cheng Chong was helpless and could only watch as countless bullets roared away in the direction Meng Lang was running.  At this moment, he could only lurk quietly in the dense bushes, quietly waiting for the best time to take action.

    The impact point of the bullet began to extend forward in the direction Meng Lang was running. Naturally, those following him were those who were holding rifles and firing desperately, or in other words, demons who killed without blinking an eye.

    The first person who approached Cheng Chong was a group of at least seven or eight armed men. It was almost beyond Cheng Chong's expectation. The clothes of these people were almost the same as those of the militants from the Ito organization who had fought him face to face last time.  The only difference is that these militants all wore camouflage cloaks.

    Seeing that these people were already approaching him at close range, several of them were even less than two or three meters away from him. If Cheng Chong Buding jumped up high at this time and took the opportunity to fight with his sword, it would be enough to kill two or three armed men immediately.  Molecular, and without an ounce of pressure.

    But he didn¡¯t do that, and he couldn¡¯t do that.

    Because this group of militants is just their vanguard, after this group of militants, there are more people swarming here. If Cheng Chong shows up at this time, he will definitely be beaten by these two groups of militants.  Caught in the middle, it would be difficult for Cheng Chong to fly even if he had wings.

    This is not because he is afraid of death, but if he wants to defeat the enemy, he must first save himself, otherwise, everything will be empty talk and nonsense.

    The angry Cheng Chong stared angrily at the militants who were so close in front of him, his eyes seemed to be on fire, but for the time being, he could only watch quietly as they were still desperately trying to attack him.  Meng Lang, his comrade-in-arms, shot, but he was helpless and helpless.

    That feeling, let alone how uncomfortable it is.

    But he could only endure it, and even gritted his teeth and endured it. Although the word "tolerance" is a knife in the heart, being able to endure it is a real man. If he couldn't help it and jumped out to expose himself, then not only would he be in a desperate situation, but he would also have escaped.  Even Meng Lang, who had gone some distance away, might not be able to escape the fate of being endlessly pursued and finally shot to death.

    At this moment, he has a heavy responsibility. Alexander, he is the only key point and hope that can reverse the unfavorable situation on the battlefield. He must do so much. All his actions must be cautious and cautious, and he must not act rashly.

    He had no choice but to do this.

    The armed men chasing Meng Lang continued to move forward, roaring, jumping, yelling, cursing, and shooting forward with such arrogance that they could almost set the dense jungle on fire.

    This group of armed men had not passed a hundred meters before their follow-up troops quickly pressed forward. Their follow-up troops were very large in number, at least hundreds of them. They were spread out on a front line and distributed to the left and right. They served as support points for each other's firepower and moved forward together.  Press forward arrogantly.

    And a small number of people have already begun to move quickly to both sides, intending to surround themselves and Meng Lang.  Unfortunately, because the jungle was dense and the light was dim at night, they didn't realize that there was actually only one person they were chasing at the moment, and the other person was quietly lurking not far away from them, waiting for the best opportunity, ready to suddenly attack at any time.  It jumped out and quickly took away the lives of some of them, but they didn't know it at all.

    The following militants strutted forward boldly and arrogantly, thinking that their companions in front had opened a safe road for them, so they walked with ease, without any necessary vigilance or corresponding precautions.

    When he saw the last militant in the opponent's follow-up force walking past him as if nothing had happened, Cheng Chong jumped out of his hiding place decisively and turned around strangely. The flying eagle warrior who had long been unsheathed was already on the opponent's side.  At the throat, a sharp arc of death was drawn.

    In an instant, the militant was slashed through the throat of the aorta by the Flying Eagle Warrior, and his blood spurted out like a fountain. If it were illuminated by colored lights at this moment, it would definitely be extraordinarily gorgeous and harmonious.  Gorgeous.

    After a while, the militant had no choice but to fall to the ground and expire, although his dilated pupils still showed reluctance and infinite desire for life.

    Cheng Chong successfully succeeded and sent the other party away quietly without alerting anyone at all.  But he did not pause for a moment, but quickly launched an attack on the second target.

    Cheng Chong killed three militants in quick succession. Most of these three militants still understood what was going on and went to report to their true God in a daze.

    But heAs the situation became increasingly fierce, the militant gradually became clumsy and began to be in a hurry, unable to parry. Then his moves began to become chaotic and completely disorganized.

    However, he had been forced by Cheng Chong's extremely fierce offensive and did not dare to be distracted at all, so he never issued any cry for help or warning to his companions. Only by concentrating with all his concentration and concentration could he barely parry Cheng Chong's attack.  An extremely fast and sharp attack, but he gradually felt a little powerless, because the dagger in Cheng Chong's hand had kissed his body several times, and the wounds on his body were far more than one or two.  .

    Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cheng Chong did not give the opponent any chance to breathe. Instead, he took advantage of the momentum and became more and more fierce in his attack. Taking advantage of the opponent's hurried parry, a big flaw appeared. Cheng Chong made a quick and weird turn around and slashed his sword.  As he walked along, the sharp flying eagle warrior quickly pierced the opponent's chest in the midst of lightning and flint. Then he lifted it diagonally upwards and cut the opponent's throat at the waist, cutting off the trachea and aorta.

    In an instant, blood spurted out, and there was a loud gurgling sound in the throat of the militant. At this moment, he was so confused that he hurriedly dropped the rifle in his hand, and guarded the broken throat with both hands, intending to stop the flow of blood.  .

    However, all he was doing at this moment was in vain. Within half a minute, he died of exhaustion due to blood loss and lack of oxygen, although the fear of death still remained in his eyes that were still wide open.  And the infinite yearning for life.

    Should!  Anyone who dares to offend China should suffer this fate!

    Cheng Chong glanced at the opponent hastily, and then leaned down to receive the opponent's firearms and ammunition. Then when he picked up the opponent's rifle, he found that the opponent's rifle was obviously lighter than the AK47 rifle, and the gun had a different appearance.  It is also very different from the ak47 rifle.

    Suspicious, Cheng Chong looked around hurriedly and discovered that the rifle in his hand was actually an M16A2 automatic rifle. This is a famous gun that is famous in the world.

    The m16a2 automatic rifle was designed and finalized by Stoner, a famous firearms designer in the Sam country, the world's largest wealthy country.  This is a small-caliber automatic rifle with a caliber of only 5.56 mm. Because of the small caliber, the bullet charge is relatively small, which allows many parts of the entire gun body to be lightened accordingly. Therefore, the gun is relatively  , and becomes lighter.

    Because it is lightweight, has high shooting accuracy, and has strong continuous combat capabilities, this type of firearm is very suitable for close range rapid fire and assault.  This is also the main reason why regular armies in many countries around the world use this type of firearm.

    This is a firearm that combines many advantages. It is not on the same level as the AK47 rifle that is commonly used by militants of the Ito organization and is characterized by simplicity and durability.  But the sudden appearance of this gun in the hands of this militant seemed a bit strange and weird.

    Because the other party's skills are really extraordinary, because the firearms used by the other party are completely different from ordinary militants of the Ito organization.  This couldn't help but arouse Cheng Chong's curiosity and confusion, because on the battlefield, every detail of the opponent is worthy or even necessary to study carefully. After all, only if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle.

    Cheng Chong quickly leaned down and took a closer look at the militant who had died. When he looked closer, he realized that the militant was actually a white Westerner and did not look like a member of the Ito organization at all.  Those with dark or brown skin color, that is to say, this person is most likely not a militant of the Ito organization. At least at this moment, it is certain that he is not the same type of person as the militants of the Ito organization.

    So, who could he be?  What is his identity?  Why did he also participate in this battle?  If it had nothing to do with him, what was the reason that prompted him to join in?

    With a series of questions, Cheng Chong looked at the other party carefully again.

    While looking carefully, Cheng Chong suddenly discovered a strange tattoo on the right side of the militant's neck. When he looked closer, he discovered that the tattoo was actually a scorpion with teeth and claws, and the size was less than half the size of a palm.  big.

    Because it was a dark night, the color of the tattoo could not be distinguished clearly.

    However, it was in this dark night, in the extremely dark jungle, that the scorpion tattoo on the neck of this militant became even more strange and inexplicable.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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