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Chapter 3170 Counter-killing Cross Solid

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    On the desert island, it is not quiet late at night.  The wind howls and insects chirp, accompanied by the sound of distant tides, swaying in the swaying bonfire.

    The fire had been burning for some time. George was on duty, adding firewood to the fire, while Barea was resting not far away.  Although they are resting, people like them rarely fall into deep sleep even when they are resting.  As long as there is any movement, he will stand up.  His M4A1 carbine was still within his reach even when sleeping.

    Both Barea and George knew who the mercenary they were facing was.  They have already been defeated by the opponent once and will never make the mistake again.  So they didn't dare to be careless even when they were resting.

    "Boom!" There was a huge explosion. Barea stood up, instantly unlocked the safety of the M4A1 in his hand, shook it in several directions, and then quickly rolled behind the boulder on one side, looking around warily.

    George was faster than him. Kazuya pointed his gun forward and whispered, "It's an explosion. Over there on the beach!"

    Barea frowned and said, "Beach? Where is the raft?!"

    George couldn't hide his excitement, "Yes. It should be there. It seems that our prey has taken the bait."

    Barea finally opened his index finger on the gun he was holding and placed his finger outside the trigger guard.  "Okay. It's time to go take a look at our prey. Hopefully he's still intact. Let's go."

    George smiled evilly and said, "With so many explosives, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to complete them. Maybe all we can find is a puddle of rotten meat."

    Barea shook his head, "It's better to be cautious. Bring your weapons and let's go." The two men each took their weapons and ran quickly towards the beach.  The flames of the explosion were still flashing, and so much wood used to build the raft would inevitably burn after the explosion.  They arrived at the scene by the light of the fire.

    A huge sand pit has been blown out of the place where the raft was originally placed. The raft was blown to pieces, burning logs were scattered everywhere, and the beach was illuminated by scattered firelights.

    Barea held the gun and whispered, "Be careful in case the mercenary is still alive."

    "Captain, are you kidding? Come and see the scale of this explosion. Besides, the pressure device I set up is right next to the raft. Since he triggered the explosion, it is enough to show that he is within the scope of the explosion." George shook his head.  .  "This explosion could tear him alive."

    "Having said that, we still have to find the body to confirm that he is dead. Before that, we'd better not jump to conclusions." Barea shook his head.

    George was rummaging on the beach with a gun in hand, hoping to find Lin Rui¡¯s body after the explosion, or some body parts.  Soon he noticed something foreign a few meters away. He walked over and stepped on it with his foot, "Hey, captain, come here and take a look at this. I think I should find him."

    Barea walked over with a gun, but George smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, our mercenary gentleman has gone to see God now. Unless his entire thigh is blown off, he can still survive." He used his feet to  Flicking around on the ground, there was a broken thigh on the beach, from the root of the leg to the foot wearing military boots.  Although it was stained with sand and blood, it was indeed a thigh.

    Barea finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the weapon in his hand.  George was right, no one could survive being blown up like this.  Even if his entire leg was blown off and he survived on the spot, with this amount of bleeding, he would never have lasted less than two minutes.  What's more, his legs were blown off, and the impact on the internal organs of the body can be imagined. This mercenary was definitely dead.

    Barea put the gun behind his back and sneered, "Good job, this way, we will be safe on the island. Starting tomorrow, we will continue to build rafts and collect food and fresh water. If we are lucky, we can catch up  The ocean current moving toward the southeast can reach nearby inhabited islands in a few days. Even if the US military reinforcements arrive, there is nothing we can do. Hey, what are you doing? "

    George squatted there, trying to take the boot off the stump.  "One of my boots has water in it. It's so uncomfortable to walk like this. It just so happens that his boots look barely usable. Resources are limited, so don't waste it."

    "Show some respect, buddy, we can't let this guy go to hell with his bare feet." Barea also teased with a relaxed look.

    "Huh? It doesn't seem right!" George shook his head.

    "What's wrong?" After Baria completely relaxed, he turned to ask while standing on the beach to urinate.

    "I remember that the mercenary was an Asian. Why did he have such big feet?" George sat on the ground, holding the boot and muttered, "Did this bastard wear a pair of boots that didn't fit?"

    &nbspBefore he finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the sand next to him.  This man's movements were extremely fast. He turned around and already took the bow and arrow in his hand, and quickly shot out an arrow.

    Barea was standing on the beach urinating. He was caught off guard and couldn't even turn around.  A pain in the neck, an arrow had been hit.  The arrow hit the spot where his neck connected with his collarbone. The pain was so painful that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants. He turned around to touch the gun hanging on his shoulder, but he froze mid-movement.  Barea felt as if his arm had lost all feeling, and the pain in the wound quickly turned to numbness. He was like an unbalanced stone pillar, falling headlong into his own urine.

    This change happened too quickly.  George here was still holding boots in both hands and was putting them on his feet while complaining.  Over there Barea has fallen.  George seemed to suddenly realize something, and suddenly turned around and stood up.  But the black figure behind him was faster. He turned around and threw George on his back quickly and hard. He picked up George and smashed him on the beach.

    Before George could react, the black figure had already suppressed George's chest with both hands, and at the same time moved his body to the same side, so that his body and George's body formed a ninety-degree angle.  His legs suddenly pressed down, one leg controlled George's neck, and the other leg pressed George's chest. At the same time, he clamped his legs tightly and held George's arms tightly with both hands.  George desperately tried to pull his arm back and turn it back and forth, but one of the other's hands tightly controlled George's wrist so that his thumb pointed upward.

    Because when the thumb is pointed upward, the joint is in the opposite direction, this is an anti-joint technique.

    The other hand tightly controlled George's elbow and pressed it against his body. At the same time, his legs clamped George's shoulders to prevent his arms from twisting back and forth.  The black figure suddenly leaned back, raised the bridge on his hips, and completed a quick and beautiful fixation technique.

    This action may seem weird, but it is a ground skill often used in unrestricted fighting such as UFC. It is also a killing move known for its ferociousness, which is called the cross stick.

    George screamed, his elbow was broken by the opponent's anti-joint technique.

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