The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

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The heavy machine gun was loaded, Watson pulled down the skull mask, and two pickup trucks drove out of the outpost one after the other.

Now the residents of the entire town were ordered to stay at home. There were only soldiers on the streets. The convoy was not moving very fast. Although the rebel soldiers along the way were a little surprised, no one said anything for a while. It was not until they were close to the central area of ​​the town that an officer stepped forward to stop them in the middle of the road: "Hey! Stop! Which squad are you from?"

[Speed ​​up]

Giving orders to the Black Light Servant, Watson pulled out two AK automatic rifles in his left and right hands, and shot several enemies in a short burst of precise fire before they could react. The sound of gunfire cut through the sky, and as the pickup truck accelerated, he indiscriminately shot at all the rebel soldiers along the way, heading straight for Ahmed's house.

Several tentacles are wrapped around the gun body, some of which are responsible for wrapping the handguard tightly to reduce shooting vibrations; others are responsible for the magazine release paddle and the bolt handle, and some are responsible for taking out spare magazines from the magazine hanger at the feet, ready to cooperate in replacing bullets at any time.

Watson was very skilled at this operation. It only took him less than 1 second to complete the reloading and he could make the two AKs act like machine guns.

His main goal had been achieved.

The entire town was attracted by the fighting in the central area. The action team in the north could take the opportunity to advance, and the latent team hiding in the farm could also take advantage of the chaos to attack.

But he certainly has to do more than that.

A burst of bullets killed the heavy machine gunner, Watson put down the two AKs, picked up the DShK heavy machine gun in front of him and fired at the high wall in front. The pickup truck under him suddenly tilted, and the driver stopped responding to the command. He looked down and saw that the black light servant who was responsible for driving had his head blown up.

You drive.

It swallowed up the driver directly, and Watson ordered the co-pilot to take over. He then took a distracted look at the other heavy machine gun pickup truck following behind him.

Fortunately, they are all here.

After all, most of the firepower was attracted by myself.

Bang bang bang bang——!!!

There was a heavy rain of bullets coming from the front, and the pickup truck under him was on fire. Then two RPGs were fired straight at the front of the car. Watson jumped out grabbing an RPG launcher, and there was a violent explosion behind him. The spider sense warned him again, and he had to activate his black body and turn his back to the incoming grenades.

boom--! ! !

"…Slade! Speak back!"

With a buzzing sound in his ears, it took Watson half a minute to hear Dmitri's call, but he was not idle during this time. After devouring the black light servants in the burning car wreckage, Watson jumped into the second pickup truck and used his tentacles to command the servants to move forward.

call out--

Watson fired an RPG at the high wall, then dropped the launch tube and picked up the RPK light machine gun in his arms. He responded to the communication while shooting: "I'm attacking Ahmed's house. You'd better hurry up. They have already reacted."

"Glad you're alive!"

Dmitri on the other end was panting: "We are still advancing! Your goal has been achieved, protect yourself! Hold on! Air support will arrive in 11 minutes!"

"It's fine with me. You should pay more attention to the infiltration team. They are responsible for cutting off the retreat route to the helicopter, which is not easy." Watson ordered the driver to turn right, avoid the high wall in front of the fierce firepower, and go around to the east side of Ahmed's mansion from the small road. He now has three black light servants left, but their role is about to end.

Then another RPG was aimed at this side.

Watson fired a bullet first and hit the shooter, but still couldn't stop the other party from pulling the trigger.

The grenade hit the front of the car, and the explosion caused the front of the pickup truck to tilt, and the engine was completely shut down in the violent tremor. Watson immediately ordered the Black Light servant to get out of the car, broke the iron frame with his bare hands, and then stepped on the roof of the car, raised the DShK heavy machine gun and emptied the magazines at the residential buildings on both sides in front.

【go ahead】

Throwing away the heavy machine gun, he picked up the RPK again and continued to advance along the planned route.

Although the densely built environment was dangerous, it could provide sufficient cover for him, and he didn't have to worry about being observed by the sniper team in the distance. With the memories extracted from the soldiers and officers, Watson was already very familiar with the surrounding terrain. He rushed to the right with his black light servants and quickly killed his way into a civilian house.

Ordering the Black Light servants to use the flesh and blood of other corpses, Watson led the team to continue their journey.

Ahmed's house is just around the corner.

After glancing at his watch, Watson threw out a smoke bomb and began to cheat.

Half a minute later, he kicked open the window board and went back inside. After crippling a lone soldier with bullets, Watson devoured the begging enemy and then turned his attention to the second floor: "I have entered Ahmed's house and am cleaning the first floor. Over."

"what?!"

"Two targets are above my head." Watson hung the RPK back on his chest, then took out two Stechkin submachine guns and used his tentacles to devour all the blacklight servants around him: "Contact me later."

After saying this, he ignored Dmitri's call and strode towards the stairs.

I had just sneaked into the house through the smoke, and found myself completely surrounded by enemies. My ears were filled with all kinds of shouting, most of which were looking for my position.

As I reached the stairs, a volley of bullets came down from the upper left.

Watson stopped in time, watching the bullets drill into the wall one by one, and then leaned out to fight back. Under the control of his steady arms, the Stechkin submachine gun fired a few short bursts accurately, hitting four heads. His military boots stepped on the steps step by step, and the shells fell one by one, adding crisp embellishments in the intervals between battles.

When another unlucky guy who tried a blind shot had his fingers broken, everything at the end of the stairs became completely quiet.

The spider sense is still warning.

Watson silently changed the magazine of the pistol, stopped where he was, let the tentacles temporarily take over a weapon, and took out a flash blast grenade with his left hand.

Bang bang bang bang—!

Suddenly there was gunfire from upstairs, and dense rain of bullets penetrated the door and passed over Watson's head.

When the attack stopped, he swung his left hand vigorously, and the flash blast bomb hit the shattered door panel, causing panic shouting in the room, and Watson immediately turned to the right wall and crashed into it.

Almost at the moment when the explosion occurred in the room.

The concrete wall shattered.

Two Stechkin submachine guns fired continuously, and Watson did not forget to use his tentacles to throw a grenade at the stairs behind him.

Both targets were inside the house.

There was also a group of bodyguards wearing bulletproof vests.

Watson had dealt with this kind of enemy downstairs before. The 9x18mm Makarov pistol bullet used by Stechkin had poor penetration, and it was only because of his accurate shooting skills that the enemy was able to be fatal.

The human face is not always bulletproof.

And the neck and throat.

Watson focused his attack on the parts that were not covered by the bulletproof vests and helmets. His two 20-round pistol magazines were emptied, and the only ones left in the room were the fleeing warlord Ahmed and the arms dealer Grigorev.

Putting the pistol back into the holster and letting the tentacles secretly change the magazine, Watson picked up the RPK and shot down the enemy coming in from the other side of the room with two bullets. He glanced at the tubes of T virus injections on the table and directly hit Grigorev in the face with the butt of the gun. Ahmed wanted to speak, but was hit by Watson and fell to the ground without a grunt.

boom--!

Another grenade was thrown out the door, and Watson took out a nylon tie and tied up the two targets separately: "This is Slade, I have captured the target, now waiting for air support, over."

There was dead silence on the communication channel.

There were continuous gunshots outside, and Watson killed two more rebel soldiers who broke in. Demetri's voice came from the communicator: "Slade! Please repeat! What's the situation there?!"

"I've captured the target and am defending the bakery." Watson said the agreed-upon location code and glanced at his watch. "Then the air support will take another five minutes, right? Can you guys make it?"

"Hold on!"

Dmitri yelled, "They're using mortars! Damn, two of our guys are injured! The sniper team is also being suppressed!"

"If you can't make it in time, wait for air support."

In just a few words, the rebel soldiers rushed up to the second floor like crazy.

Their boss's life or death was unknown, so they didn't dare to shoot randomly, let alone use any explosives. These people were good at sabotage, but they had no experience in hostage rescue, so they could only try to approach the room and observe the situation inside.

Then organize a charge.

This forced Watson to use Stechkin again.

After two rounds of killing, the situation outside became much quieter. I guess an officer came out to take charge of the situation. Considering that there were only two pistol magazines left and only four RPK spare magazines, Watson recalled the structure of the mansion and dragged the two hostages to the bathroom in the corner of the room.

There is only one exit here.

There are also two high-opening ventilation windows, almost above the head, and the overall size makes it difficult for even a half-person to fit through.

Two minutes later, bad news came from Dmitri. Their advance was blocked and they could only use colored smoke bombs to mark their position and wait for air support to eliminate the enemy. Since Ahmed's house was not within the bombing range, Watson had to rely on himself for the time being, even if other places were bombed.

Watson said it didn't matter.

Watson came out and picked up a few AKs.

Watson even took a small snack from the table.

The bodyguards still had some equipment, such as smoke bombs for covering retreat and calling in aircraft, which helped Watson a lot. The roar of the engine gradually approached, this time much louder than the helicopter. It was the first time Watson heard the movement of the SU-25 attack aircraft, but it was not the same for the group of rebel soldiers outside. They shouted louder than before.

No one tried to enter the room again.

Looking at his watch, there was only one minute left. Watson shook his legs intermittently, waiting for the bomb to fall.

The roar was truly deafening.

After counting one minute, Watson looked out of the bathroom again. The floor suddenly shook violently. The ventilation windows on both sides of his head shattered directly, and a large amount of dust mixed with the collapsed decorative ceiling fell down, revealing the creaking roof support beams above. The wall also cracked immediately. Although the cracks were not large, the tiles were completely damaged.

Holding the gun with one hand, Watson silently stuffed the snack into his mouth, adjusted the skull scarf, and then keenly noticed the movement behind him. He turned his head and met two pairs of panicked and confused eyes. Although Ahmed and Grigoriev were tied up, they had nothing stuffed in their mouths. They rushed to seize the opportunity to shout:

"Wait a minute! How much did they give you?! I'll give you double!"

"I'll give you five times the money! If you let me go, I'll have money on the plane!"

"I have money in the safe in my room!"

"Hey! Don't do anything yet! We can talk it over!"

One spoke Russian and the other spoke Chechen. Watson understood both, but he didn't respond. He lifted his leg over the two men's twisting bodies and began to check their pockets. He actually found a few small pistols and daggers and threw them all out of the window. The two men were completely furious, but before they could say anything, more violent explosions and vibrations swept over.

It felt like an earthquake.

The hearing system of Black Light's body has been repeatedly damaged, and it often withstands flash blasts and other noises at close range, so it has become very tough. Watson soon recovered his normal hearing. He walked out of the bathroom, looked left and right, grabbed a yellow towel and tied it around his arm.

Watson was now covered in bullets, shrapnel and dust, and could hardly be recognized. He was wearing an enemy uniform, and even if Dmitri was informed in advance, it would be difficult to distinguish him from the surrounding rebel soldiers, so the yellow towel would eventually become a key identification feature.

There was another explosion.

A tube of T virus injection rolled to the ground.

The noise of the bombings was so loud that Watson finally noticed a pair of bare feet. He turned around and saw a little boy in his early teens hiding next to the sofa.

Seeing someone appear, the little boy raised the AK automatic rifle in his hand.