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"Bang, bang!"

The sound of gunfire suddenly appeared, accompanied by two bullets, and the heads of two Hydras were blown apart.

Even in the dark, Mark's bullets had amazing accuracy.

The footsteps kept coming, the gunshots kept coming, and while Mark was running wildly, the gun in his hand kept firing.

It was obviously just one person, but because of his terrifying accuracy, he suppressed more than a dozen people.

As long as anyone dares to show his head or a certain part of his body, he will be shot by Mark.

The Hydras wanted to wait for Mark to change the magazine to counterattack, but Mark's fluid reloading action did not give them this opportunity at all.

Erskine, who was beating more than a dozen people and watching secretly, took a deep breath, turned around and ran towards where the car was parked.

At the same time, the Hydras discovered something even more horrifying.

Mark's bullet actually hit them hiding behind the bunker!

"Damn it! How is this possible!"

The face of the Hydra team leader in charge of this level was full of shock.

Just now, he watched a teammate's head being shot open with his own eyes, and that teammate hid his head behind a bunker!

Could it be said that the opponent's bullet can still turn?

An answer appeared in his mind that even he thought was ridiculous.

But no matter what, they can't stop each other.

Is it finally time to commit your life to the organization?

Thinking of this, instead of being afraid, he had the urge to sacrifice himself immediately.

"boom!"

Another gunshot sounded, and another person was harvested by Mark.

He took a deep breath and shouted over the radio: "The enemy is on Thirteenth Street in the East District. We can't stop them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and rushed out with a submachine gun.

"Hail Hydra!"

He was not afraid of sacrificing his life for Hydra, but instead was excited. But as soon as he jumped out of the bunker, a gun with a scorching temperature was pointed at his forehead.

His body stiffened and he swallowed subconsciously.

In less than half a minute, he was the only one left among a dozen people.

The squad leader took a deep breath and shouted enthusiastically: "Hail..."

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Mark silenced the other party forever.

Hooray for going down there. "

After speaking lightly, Mark bent down and touched the corpses on the ground.

There was nothing useful. He just took a few grenades, peeled off a pair of well-fitting clothes, and after changing himself, Dr. Erskine appeared in front of him in a car.

He threw a set of clothes to Erskine and said, "Change!"

After saying that, Mark walked to the driver's seat, squeezed Erskine into the passenger seat, started the car, and drove out of the city.

Erskine said excitedly while changing his clothes: "Great, we can finally leave!"

Mark recalled the route and said: "It's not safe yet!"

The car was speeding along, and within a few minutes, the two heard the sound of the propeller turning.

Erskine looked over and exclaimed: "Damn it, it's a helicopter!"

Suddenly, Mark's eyes changed, he grabbed Erskine, pulled his head back and at the same time, he turned the steering wheel fiercely.

"Bah!"

A bullet grazed the car door and fell to the ground, shooting deeply into the ground.

Looking at the car door that had been twisted and deformed, even swinging randomly as the car moved, Erskine suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Mark gratefully and said, "This is..."

"Sniper rifle!" Mark replied and said calmly: "Sit tight! There will be some bumps next."

Before he finished speaking, accompanied by the sound of a sniper rifle, the car began to move irregularly under Mark's control.

Dodging left and right, the black car, under the control of Mark, was as flexible as his hands and feet. It could always avoid the opponent's bullets at the critical moment, and the bullets shattered the ground again and again, and even exploded to the size of a head. The shooting of the pothole also made Erskine's heart clench tightly.

Erskine looked at Mark with admiration for being able to remain calm under such an attack.

"Grass!"

Suddenly, Mark cursed, stepped on the brake, and kicked Erskine out before he could react.

Erskine: "?"

Before the confused Erskine could figure out what was going on, he flew out of the car, rolled twice on the ground, and fainted.

The next second, when Mark dodged an oncoming rocket and the car was blown out of control, a bullet passed through the roof of the car and landed on Mark's foot that had not yet been retracted.

"Snapped!"

With a sound that made people's hair stand on end, half of Mark's foot was missing, and blood instantly came out!

"what!"

Mark screamed in pain, his eyes filled with coldness, and jumped out of the car when another rocket landed on the car.

"boom!"

Mark jumped out and was blown away, but when he flew backward, he gritted his teeth and poured the red liquid in a small bottle into his mouth.

After landing and rolling, Mark rolled into the grass on the roadside like a corpse.

The scene was silent, except for the sound of the burning car wreckage and the sound of the propeller turning.

Two helicopters landed one after another. A Hydra captain who looked like a captain jumped out of the helicopter, waved to the others and said, "Go and see if they are dead. If the doctor is not dead, then..." Take them back, as for the others..."

"Ha!" He sneered and said, "Just kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, several Hydra soldiers separated to see Erskine, and the remaining people surrounded Mark.

Looking at the motionless Mark, a Hydra said in disbelief: "He is really the only one who killed so many of us?"

Counting from the Hydra monitoring Erskine, more than fifty people have died at Mark's hands, which is a quite terrifying number.

As the captain, Hydra nodded, waved the gun in his hand, and said to a Hydra soldier, "Go and take a look."

The Hydra soldier nodded and approached Mark carefully.

His clothes were burnt in many places, his whole body was covered in dust, and there were bits of blood stained on his body, making him look very miserable.

However, the Hydra soldier noticed that Mark was still holding his weapon tightly.

Just after he took two steps forward in confusion, he saw a pair of murderous black eyes suddenly opened.

Before he could speak, a flying bullet penetrated his eyebrow.

The Hydras were stunned for a moment and immediately shot at Mark.

But Mark had already left the place.

Taking a step forward, Mark fired a bullet. After killing one person, he rolled on the ground and dodged the incoming bullet. The gun in his hand shot two more bullets, killing two people. He avoided the enemy with subtle movements. As the shooting trajectory continued, the gun in his hand fired bullets one after another.

Mark was avoiding and attacking at the same time, as if he was thinking about attacking every moment.

Using guns as swords and bullets as blades, killing becomes a pleasure to watch.