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Chapter 40 I said it, we were just passing by!

Canned lunch meat and hamburgers.

This is the lunch that the base commander helped prepare.

Four military vehicles have already left the base, and everyone can only eat in the vehicle.

Sitting in the troop carrier, Martin glanced at Bronski who was pointing the way to the driver, and stuffed the remaining half of the hamburger into his mouth.

"Are you nervous?"

The soldier next to him asked Martin.

"No, I'm just irritable."

Martin glanced at Bronski, who was eager to try, and turned to ask the young soldier next to him: "Is your captain always dreaming of fighting?"

Before leaving, he bought another 3000 million shares of Stark Industries, so his relationship with Stark became 5000 million.

But does saving Stark have a dime relationship with Bronsky?
The young soldier chuckled: "You're right, that's what he is! That's why he is the captain!"
But I haven't joined the Thunder team yet, I'm just a reserve player. This time we will be in charge of the rear, or take care of them after the battle. "

Martin glanced at the other reserve team members in the personnel carrier, and nodded to express his understanding. They were all green fat men in reserve.

All militants.

The armor of the personnel carrier is sufficient to withstand most heavy firepower, and can protect these soldiers who cannot transform.

Blonsky in front knocked on the small window and said loudly, "Bob! Is the direction right?"

Bob was fiddling with the computer in his hand, and shouted: "That's right! There are still three kilometers ahead, and we have already entered the danger zone!"

Bronski laughed: "That's right, the last time they searched and rescued it ended here. It is said that they encountered a landmine, ha! Martin guessed right, either the CIA or the US military. There must be high-ranking traitors!"

Martin rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer him.

at this time.

boom!
An explosion came from the front.

Martin turned his head and opened the observation hole, and saw that the leading Humvee was blown up, its body scattered, and flames splashed.

"Enemy attack!"

"Northwest rocket!"

"Watch out for avoidance!"

Amidst the chaotic shouts, Martin stared at the bombed Humvee until he saw three large black figures jumping out of the flames, and he was relieved.

Chu Chu Chu!
Heavy machine guns began to counterattack.

Rockets were also fired in the direction of the attack.

Half a minute later, Bronski called to stop and asked someone to check.

The three big men whose car was blown up ran over panting, overturned several broken walls, and found the three attackers who were killed.

"Stand on alert!"

"I gonna go see."

After Bronski finished speaking, he jumped out of the car and ran over.

Martin had eaten that kind of luncheon meat with a strong flavor in the bumpy car before, and he was already a little disgusted.While stopping, he opened the car door and jumped out.

Whoo~!

"The air in the Middle East smells of oil."

Bronski has already returned, and he couldn't help but smile when he heard Martin's complaint: "I prefer the smell of gunpowder here, do you need to take a break?"

Martin curled his lips: "If possible, I want to sleep here before leaving."

Bronski shook his head and chuckled: "Dude, I know you don't want to come, and you don't want to fight, but since you're here, you have to be positive.

We need your help. This is already a dangerous area. Complete the search or fight as soon as possible so that you can go back earlier.

Every second you stop here is the danger of another second. "

Martin set up the arbor with his hands, and looked at the desolate distance: "It's either a mountain or a yellow sand, and you said it's not for grabbing oil, is it for grabbing rocks?"

As soon as Martin finished speaking, a sense of crisis hit his heart.

Before checking the source of the crisis, there was a bang.

Martin tilted his head and fell to the ground with starry eyes.

"Enemy attack!"

"Three o'clock!"

"Found someone! Hiding behind a rock!"

"I'll fix it!"

Martin gasped for breath, and was shaken by Bronski before he came back to his senses, enduring the loud gongs and drums in his ears: "I was hit?"

Blonsky checked Martin's "wound", laughed and dragged him behind the armored personnel carrier, and patted him on the shoulder: "Man! You keep changing? It's right to be vigilant in this kind of place! Let you live longer!"

Martin raised his hand to take off the torn helmet, touched the bloodstain behind his ear, and anger rose from the bottom of his heart!
"I don't have eyes! I'm just a commoner! Just hit me! I don't know if I'm just passing by!"

Martin roared.

"Where's the shooter? I'm going to punch the shit out of him!"

Bronski patted his clothes with a smile: "There is only one ordinary soldier in a group of special forces, which is really conspicuous. That guy is on the hillside, and the three guys are already approaching. I promise to avenge you."

Martin got up, looked at the direction, and ran directly to the top of the mountain: "I will take revenge myself!"

As he spoke, he dropped the rifle in his hand.

The firepower of the M16 is sufficient, but the problem is that he can't shoot accurately, and it doesn't matter to waste bullets, as long as he is afraid of accidentally injuring friendly troops.

Martin ran from the side to the top of the mountain as if walking on flat ground, and stood behind the sniper in less than half a minute.

"Fack! Blind guy! Don't be a sniper in your next life!"

Martin, who was still furious, lifted up a huge boulder and smashed it down.

The sniper was quite clever, and when he heard the movement behind him, he dodged in a short body.

Martin was furious and threw stones down regardless of their size.

let you shoot me!

Want to blow my head off!
I smashed you to death!

I buried my head and threw it for half a minute, until it was difficult to find large stones around.

"Stop! Martin!"

Bronski stood below and yelled: "You've smashed him into a meatloaf! Throw it again and it'll hit me!"

Martin saw a blood-stained figure lying under a large rock on the gentle slope halfway up the mountain.

There are piles of rocks around, and it looks like a rocky mountain from a distance.

Seeing that Martin stopped throwing stones, Bronski ran up the hillside in two or three steps, and glanced at the sniper: "Dude! I suspect that he was not crushed to death, but crushed to death."

A big man followed closely behind Bronski, panting heavily: "Captain, it seems that we will increase stone-throwing training in the future."

Bronski nodded helplessly: "That's right, it's just like primitive people, but it's really useful. As long as you occupy a good location and throw down a few boulders, the tank can also be smashed into a coffin."

A few minutes later, the convoy dropped the bombed Humvee and hurried off again.

There's one less Humvee, a squeeze in the other vehicles, and a big guy in the troop carrier.

He looked at the scar on Martin's head curiously: "So, you were injured? Your serum is not as powerful as ours? Oh, sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask."

Martin was stunned, and looked at Bronski, who was also listening with pricked ears, and knew that it was Bronsky who asked him through his mouth, so he curled his lips and said: "Our serum types are different, and yours can directly make you become Powerful fighter, mine is not, but the advantage is that it will not be so obvious when transforming."

This also means that there is greater potential for continued reinforcement.

But I won't tell you!
The big soldier shrugged: "Our transformation is not very convenient, but it's also very good, just hurry up, after all, we only have one hour."

Only then did Martin realize that the convoy was moving faster than before.

"There are villages ahead, there may be militants! Be vigilant!"

Bronski shouted into the communicator.

Martin knocked on the car window and said loudly, "Tell them we're just passing by! Don't send us to your death!"

Blonsky passed the microphone through the small window with a smile: "Dude, I want to call you to call, I'm afraid they will answer with rockets after calling."

"Help me turn on the horn!"

Martin rolled his eyes, took it, pressed the communicator and shouted: "We're just passing by, don't be aggressive! We're just here to search for missing persons! No—"

boom!
There was a violent explosion.

With a tremor in his hand, Martin threw away the communicator and lay down on the observation hole to see: another Humvee was blown up ahead.

Fortunately, the guys in the off-road military vehicle are all members of the green fat team, officially.

So, there are three more big guys in the search and rescue team.

"Stop! Reserve team! Set up a position on the hill at three o'clock!"

Bronski yelled: "Others defend on the spot, don't forget to wear your helmet, our green skins will scare these hillbillies!"

Martin looked at Bob who had been holding the computer: "Where are the two of us?"

Bob closed the computer, got up and took a picture of Martin: "Go, I don't know how many firepower points are around. If you are trapped in the car, they will use rockets to turn this place into an oven."

Martin sighed, and ran down helplessly, shouting in the direction of the village: "We are really just passing by!"

Bang bang bang!
The bullets from the heavy machine gun hit, sparks flew everywhere.

Martin and Bob hurriedly hid behind the car with their heads in their arms, and they looked at each other.

Bob smiled wryly: "We still seem to be stuck here. Fortunately, other people have already found a combat position, and we will be fine for the time being."

But Martin's anger still persisted in his heart: "Why are they so unreasonable! Are they so unafraid of death? I told you, we're just passing by!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, two heavy machine gun bullets hit Martin's feet.

"Fake!"

Martin felt irritable. Seeing that the friendly forces had helped attract the firepower, no one was paying attention to him for the time being. He rushed out, ran to the side of the bombed Humvee, picked up a door panel and rushed over.

Just as Bob was about to call Martin to stop, he saw that the other party had rushed far away, and said in a low voice helplessly: "Which terrorist will reason with you."

Bang bang bang!
The door panel of the military vehicle was used as a shield in Martin's hands, and the thick bulletproof armor on the outside was deformed, but Martin still held it firmly in front of him.

"Who special!"

"Go to hell!"

Martin ran to the front, felt the heavy machine gun in front of him stop, and seemed to be reloading the belt, he quickly swung the door panel and threw it over.

Whoosh—bang!

With the sound of breaking wind, the heavy door panel cleanly peeled off the machine gunner's head like peeling an apple.

Amazing arterial jets, like blood-colored springs.

The deputy next to the machine gunner had just reloaded, when he heard a strange noise beside him, he looked up, and the "spring water" was sprayed all over his face, and he was immediately scared to pee.

Even Martin rushed over to snatch the ammunition box in his hand without reacting.

In fact, Martin didn't want to see the tragedy of the machine gunner, even if it was the result of his own hands.

It was horrible.

He's pissed off now.

Holding the bullet box in his left hand and the heavy machine gun in his right hand, he strode towards another machine gun position.

Pull the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
His right hand was numb from the shock.

Cool!
Across more than a hundred meters, they could see a broken wall in the distance.

The second heavy machine gun was removed.

The besieged Thunder team finally recovered and began to prepare for a counterattack.

Martin emptied the machine gun and calmed down by this time.

Hearing the whizzing bullets, I couldn't help shrinking my neck, threw away the hot heavy machine gun, saw a cave next to it, and climbed in with my buttocks pouted.

(End of this chapter)