The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

boom--!

The house shook again.

Watson and the little boy in the room did not move.

"Surrender quickly!" Half a minute later, the boy couldn't help it and pushed the muzzle of the gun forward.

"Why, is your family in this room?" Watson checked his spider sense. The boy did not have a strong urge to shoot. The trembling muzzle of the gun proved that he was very scared. "If your family is not in this room, then there is no need for us to have a conflict. Let me guess, his name is Ahmed?"

"I told you to put down your gun and surrender..." Before the boy could finish his words, Watson's figure flashed before him, two bullets grazed his shoulder, and the muzzle of the AK automatic rifle was lifted up by a hand. He was immediately pulled into the air, fell on the sofa, and was hit hard on the head, and completely fainted.

Watson tied the boy up tightly and then turned and went into the bathroom.

About a minute later, the first wave of bombing ended. Watson left the two fainted men with bruised faces and rushed downstairs to clean up the remaining enemy soldiers. Then he received a call: "Slade! We are at the warlord's residence at 1 o'clock. We have joined the infiltration team. How are you doing?"

Bang! A bullet pierced the head.

"They are sleeping soundly." Watson put down the RPK and looked at the corpses on the floor of the living room on the first floor. "And I have been waiting for a long time... I am wearing the enemy's uniform, with a yellow towel tied to my left arm. I am in the central living room on the first floor. There are no other enemies at the moment. Please be careful to identify them."

"Roger that. Enemy uniform, yellow towel."

After a while, team members came in one after another with guns.

"You did it all?"

Dmitri was also injured. He walked over while wiping his arm, his eyes full of disbelief: "There are at least 30 dead people in this house... Damn it, did you just crawl out of the ruins? You are covered in dust!"

"There are still some on the second floor, hurry up."

Without chatting with him, Watson turned around and walked upstairs, untying the unconscious little boy.

Seeing the two bruised and tied men, Dmitri didn't say anything. He asked what happened to the boy on the sofa, and then asked the team members to take the target away. The team members quickly left the warlord's mansion and headed towards the vast fields east of the town, which would be the area they would evacuate.

A Mi-8 helicopter had already taken off with the SU-25 fleet under the cover of the Hind helicopters, but it was lagging behind due to its slower speed. It would take about 8 minutes to reach the town. Watson walked at the front of the team as a scout, with the magnetic field fully open to capture any possible attacks.

The whole town was in chaos, with smoke, flames and thick fog everywhere. A round of bombing had completely crushed the rebels' will to resist. In addition, the SU-25 was still hovering in the surrounding airspace, so most people were scrambling to escape.

Even so, someone still attacked the action team.

Under the current circumstances, it is very difficult for the rebels to form an offensive of sufficient scale. The attacks mainly come from scattered soldiers in various areas. Some streets have even started fighting among themselves, and no one knows why.

Bang bang bang!

Watson hit the enemy with a short burst of fire: "10 o'clock, rifleman, low wall."

"Low wall, read it."

The two teammates behind him raised their guns and aimed at the target. After many fierce battles today, everyone's ammunition had been severely depleted, and they had to barely resupply some from the warlord's mansion. But this move naturally came with risks. One of the team members suddenly misfired, and the others had to quickly take up the shooting position.

The spider-sense alarm continued, this time targeting several civilians wandering around the ruins, with only half of their bodies visible among the rubble. Watson stared at the face of one of the men who was obviously underage, and used the communicator to remind his teammates: "Unknown person at 1 o'clock."

"One o'clock, received."

Don't pull out your gun.

Watson couldn't help but take a breath and looked away. There were still enemies in front of him to deal with. It was not easy to use the tentacles to take out the spare magazine in front of his teammates, and the overall shooting efficiency was reduced a lot. Another RPK-74 magazine was empty. Watson shouted to reload, and then he heard gunshots from behind.

"Knockdown confirmed."

It was Dmitri who was speaking.

Click!

The RPK light machine gun was loaded, and the roar of the SU-25 attack aircraft's engine was still echoing in the sky, causing great interference to Watson's hearing. Seeing a car head appear in front of him, he quickly raised his voice: "Armed vehicle directly ahead!"

"Scatter! Scatter!" The action team quickly split up to seek cover on both sides of the street. The next second, Watson fired a short burst of shots with the RPK, hitting the driver in the head. The heavy machine gun pickup turned the front of the truck crookedly, but the heavy machine gunner on the truck bed had no chance to use his power. He was shot in the head before he could even pull the trigger.

"12 o'clock, Rifleman."

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

A series of short bursts of fire killed three enemies, and the newly replaced 3-round magazine was mostly empty. Fortunately, the team was not far from the east of the town. Watson continued to advance a few dozen meters and arrived at an intersection covered with gravel. As soon as he showed his head, the spider sense pointed to the right.

A bullet grazed the helmet.

"Sniper! Sniper! 3 o'clock!" Dmitri recognized the voice of SVD, and the team members dispersed again, but someone was still shot in the leg. Watson immediately turned around, grabbed the injured soldier, and strode towards the small shed on the right side of the intersection.

"Smoke bomb! Throw a smoke bomb!" Dmitri shouted while reaching down to touch his chest. This action accidentally saved his life. A bullet flew from the left and pierced the lower ribs on one side of his body. The deputy captain next to him lay down directly, shouting and firing in the direction of the attacker: "10 o'clock! There is another sniper at 10 o'clock!"

"Give me the smoke bomb!"

Watson grabbed something from his teammate, unzipped the ring and threw it out: "You! Throw another one into the middle of the intersection!"

After saying this, he held up the RPK-74 and pointed it to the left.

The spider sense showed that the other party was also aiming at him. Feeling the direction of the stinging pain, Watson locked his eyes through the sight to the target a hundred meters away, and immediately pulled the trigger with his index finger. The light machine gun vibrated, and time seemed to slow down at this moment until the bullet hit the outline.

Feeling the pain disappear, Watson turned the muzzle of the gun to the right, ready to kill another sniper. But the spider sense pointed to the original direction again, and he turned the muzzle again. A young face appeared in the scope, and the panicked and hateful eyes were projected over, followed by a bullet.

The shot missed its target.

Bang bang bang!

Three shots rang out, and Watson's index finger released the trigger.

"Smoke bomb!"

The teammate had just thrown out the second smoke bomb.

"Don't move! Don't move!" The deputy captain yelled, "Don't go out yet! Everyone, don't go out yet! Wait until the smoke rises! Listen to my orders! Take care of the target and the wounded..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Another burst of gunfire rang out, and everyone's eyes turned to the figure who suddenly stood up and left the shelter.

"Reload."

Watson pulled out a new magazine. "I took them out."

"Cough cough cough... Damn it..." The deputy captain was about to speak when he couldn't help coughing. After a while, he confirmed that there were no more gunshots. Then he stood up and looked around: "Is anyone else injured? Report the situation! Dmitri!? How are you?"

"I don't think you can use them. Would you mind giving them to me? I only have two magazines left." Watson walked towards Dmitri, who was grimacing in pain, and took two AK2 magazines from him. "We need to evacuate quickly. You are seriously injured."

"Alright! Quick! Move!"

The deputy captain called out to the team members: "The smoke will attract the enemy! Hurry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard not far away.

"Let's go!"

Everyone formed up again, carrying the two newly wounded soldiers and moving forward. The unlucky guy with a leg injury was relatively safe, but Dmitri was shot in the side of his abdomen, and it hurt so much when he moved a little. Although he tried hard not to make a sound, his sweaty head and pale face said it all. The team had to stop and rest after moving a hundred meters, collect supplies and make a simple stretcher.

Warlord Ahmed and arms dealer Grigorev had woken up earlier, and were roughly gagged, their upper bodies tied tightly, leaving only their legs exposed, and were forced by soldiers to run with the team. When they stopped to rest, the two men strongly expressed the need to urinate, and their pants were roughly pulled off.

The kind that can't be put back on.

The soldier who tore their pants showed no apology and simply tore off their pants, leaving only two pairs of hairy legs shivering in the cold wind.

"Icewolf, there is a convoy on the east highway approaching the town." The soldiers were still drinking water when they heard a report from the sniper team on the communication channel: "Two open trucks and three pickup trucks, start blocking them."

"receive."

Glancing at his watch, the deputy captain pointed to the map spread out on the box and said, "The helicopter team will arrive in 4 minutes. We are still three blocks away from the target point. Pay more attention to street corners and high buildings, and beware of sniper's cold guns... Hey! Slade! Are you okay?"

Watson, who had been looking down to adjust his gun, raised his hand to indicate that he was in good condition, and once again declined his teammates' kindness in wanting to wipe off the dust for him.

He would sit there motionless, just like a stone sculpture.

Gray and dull.

"Okay then, come on! Let's go!"

More than a dozen pairs of military boots stepped out again, and Watson walked in the front again. The team members gave him three AK3 automatic rifle magazines. Although the capacity was only 74 rounds, it could be used with the RPK-30 of the same caliber.

Before advancing 50 meters, the team encountered the enemy again.

After repeatedly confirming the position and distance, the deputy captain called for air support and then fired a smoke grenade from the grenade launcher. Half a minute later, two SU-25 attack aircraft swooped down from the southeast, leaving behind a trail of black smoke and firing a string of rockets. They then passed overhead like a hurricane, with violent explosions that shook the ground.

Watson looked at the flames and smoke quietly, ignoring his teammates' calls. Large clouds of smoke were pushed by the shock wave and swept towards the front.

It engulfed his body.