Chapter 66 The Devil
The sniper did not notice Pandora's movements, and he could not notice them at all. Pandora's tactics at this time were like a poisonous snake, so hidden that you could not sense her existence at all. All the smell of living people was hidden in Pandora's body. If someone passed by, they would only think that it was a grass threshold here, and this was when she was not wearing a camouflage net.
Pandora, who had been slowly climbing forward about one meter, stopped and gently stood up with her hands on the ground. The moment she stood up, the indifference on her face disappeared, replaced by a creepy murderous look.
Along with this murderous aura, Zhao Ziyang, who was following behind, couldn't help but shiver. His scalp felt numb, and then the numbness spread to his hands and feet, and finally to the ground. Zhao Ziyang could clearly feel a chill in his body that was in contact with the ground, followed by a slight twitch in the muscles of his back.
Zhao Ziyang had never seen Pandora really fight, but after seeing this, he was directly affected by the murderous aura that was so strong that he couldn't dissolve it. This murderous aura was not just pure murderous aura, he seemed to see a bloody battlefield, and Pandora was the devil covered in the blood of the enemy.
Pandora is a synonym for the devil.
The sniper was affected more severely than Zhao Ziyang. His hands trembled in infinite fear, causing the barrel of the sniper rifle to rise more than ten centimeters.
"boom!"
An armor-piercing bullet shot into the air as the barrel was raised. The powerful recoil pressed against his shoulder, and his frightened body tilted back a little.
At the moment of tilting, the sniper loosened his hands without hesitation, threw away the sniper rifle in his hands, and grabbed the pistol on his thigh like lightning.
In such a dangerous situation, he could only use his pistol to fight back in self-defense, and then look for a chance to escape. The murderous aura was so horrifying that if he could, he would rather kneel down and beg the other party to spare his life.
But he had no chance at all, not even a chance to touch the pistol.
"hiss……"
Pandora rushed towards the sniper like a female leopard, and at the same time she pulled out a rare broad-bladed saber. This saber was gleaming white, with a blade as wide as a finger and about 40 centimeters long, double-edged, with a blood groove in the middle and several barbs protruding outward from the blood groove, like a machete, but completely different.
The blade made a hissing sound as it broke through the air, and no one would doubt the powerful killing power of this knife.
"puff……"
The sharp blade slashed towards the sniper's left hand which had just touched the pistol like lightning, and the indestructible blade cut off the opponent's palm in half.
A chill ran down his left arm, no pain, only bone-chilling coldness. The sniper watched as half of his hand slid to the ground. The moment it slid, he opened his mouth to warn and scream, but there was no chance.
"Puff puff!"
Three sounds of the blade cutting through the body were heard, and the sniper once again felt the irresistible coldness coming from his neck, thighs, and waist.
"Huh..." An unconscious moan came out of his mouth, and his eyes widened to see a pair of pupils that had no human aura at all: brown, emotionless, and full of blood.
With a "whoosh", the sniper collapsed to the ground, his body broken into three parts: his thighs were cut off at the root, his waist was separated from his chest, and his head rolled to the side at an angle, staring with wide eyes at the half of his kidney that was exposed after his waist was cut off.
Dark red blood flowed out from the wound continuously, gradually forming a red carpet under the sniper's body.
Cruel! Accurate! Vicious!
Zhao Ziyang's heart tightened when he saw Pandora's quick move, and his pupils instantly formed into extremely dangerous needle-like shapes. But this state was only fleeting, and he subconsciously regarded Pandora as the most terrifying enemy.
Fortunately, Pandora was his comrade, otherwise he didn't know how to fight such an enemy. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely not have much chance of winning against Pandora alone. If mercenaries were to exist outside of society, then Pandora was to exist outside of mercenaries.
After killing the sniper, Pandora retracted the knife, pointed in a direction straight ahead, and continued to rush eastward .
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Zhao Ziyang rushed in the direction Pandora pointed, where there was a mercenary.
"Keng", the dark three-edged thorn was pulled out from his body, and Zhao Ziyang ran straight towards the mercenary hiding there like a tiger. There was no need to hide at this time, because there was no need at all. While crawling on the ground just now, he had calculated the position of the mercenary with great accuracy, and now all he had to do was kill him.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The mercenary who saw Zhao Ziyang rushing towards him without any hesitation turned around and pulled the trigger to shoot.
The scorching bullet shot towards Zhao Ziyang's chest, and the high temperature seemed to be enough to see the burning air.
The moment he faced the sniper bullet, Zhao Ziyang narrowed his eyes and clearly saw the trajectory of the armor-piercing bullet. The bullet, which was originally at its maximum speed, began to slow down and slow down...
"Rustle..." The grass and trees rustled, and Zhao Ziyang's whole body rolled to the ground at the moment the gunshot sounded. He rushed to the mercenary's feet like lightning. The triangular spike rolled along with him, leaving a deep mark on the ground.
The mercenary was shocked. He never thought that Zhao Ziyang could dodge the bullet under such circumstances. After a brief moment of shock, he immediately drew his saber and rushed towards Zhao Ziyang, stabbing him fiercely with the saber in his hand.
With a "clang" sound, the two bayonets collided heavily, and half of the sword body jumped high in the air, and after reaching the top, it fell down.
"Puff!" The triangular spike pierced into the mercenary's body from the crotch to the top.
"Swish..." As the bayonet stabbed in and then pulled out like lightning, a stream of blood gushed out from the mercenary's crotch.
"Ahh!..." The severely injured mercenary let out a miserable howl, his legs unconsciously fell to his knees, and he covered his crotch tightly with his hands.
"Puff!" Another sound of a military spear entering the body was heard. The triangular spear pierced straight down from the mercenary's chest and into his chest cavity.
The three-edged spike that had stabbed into the mercenary's chest was stirred by Zhao Ziyang's wrist flip, instantly turning the mercenary's chest organs into a ball of minced meat.
"Swish..." The three-edged spear was pulled out with the internal organs rolled up, and a stream of blood shot up into the sky. A small rainbow appeared strangely under the sunlight.
With a thud, the mercenary collapsed to the ground and died.
After shaking off the blood and internal organs on the triangular spike, Zhao Ziyang squatted down, turned the mercenary over, opened his collar and took off the soldier badge hanging around his neck.
This soldier card was rubbed very smoothly and on it was a relief of a knight riding on a warhorse and holding a lance high, which looked lifelike.
This is the logo of the EO Mercenary Group, which closed down in 1999. However, their closure did not mean that they were disbanded directly, but that they moved their headquarters to London, England.
On the one hand, it is because London is an international arms trading center and defense trading center, and on the other hand, it helps to get rid of the South African government's interference in their business. The South African government has always disliked EO because many of EO's employees had previously opposed South Africa. When South Africa signed and joined the international anti-mercenary law in 1998, it forced EO to end its business. Since then, EO has broken up and established many similar companies in South Africa or other countries, including private military companies and security companies, and continued its business in this form.
"Roar!" Omo's roar came from not far away, followed by the muffled sound of the bones in his neck twisting.
A playing card passed through the woods, cut off several branches and nailed it to a big tree. One corner of the playing card was stained with blood, and the blade killed one person.
All five EO mercenaries were killed, and the Fula tribe, who had suffered heavy casualties, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they still remained as they were due to the fear just now.
"Da da da..." Mekale shot out all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. When he bent down to pick up another rifle, he suddenly found that the sniping had stopped. The Fula warriors were free from the threat of snipers and were about to start fighting back.
"Bastard!" Mekale cursed and threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, then turned around and ran madly towards the east of the village.
“Da da da…” “Da da da…”
"Kill him! Kill him! ..."
The fear just now was instantly filled with the rage of the Fula warriors. They roared with hatred, raised their rifles, pulled the trigger all the way, and fired at Mekale.
Anger, humiliation, madness... The Fula warriors now don't have to think about anything, they just want to kill Mekale, the butcher. As for the delicate relationship between the Gambian government and ethnic groups, they don't consider it. They want revenge, they want to kill Mekale, peel off his skin, cut off his genitals, cut open his stomach and hang him on a tree.
Hatred will spread. Hundreds of rifles fired at Mekale at the same time. The bullets followed his footsteps and formed a dense firepower network behind him.
Faced with such firepower, Mekale finally lost his composure. His face showed fear, desire for life, and longing for living. But there was still ferocity in his eyes: as long as he could escape this disaster today, the Fula tribe would usher in its own doom.
Mekale was very agile as he ran for his life. He used all the tactical steps he could to dodge the bullets behind him. The threat to his life fully stimulated his potential, and he rushed towards the woods like a hurricane.
As long as we enter the woods, we will be safe. There are countless shelters in the woods, and there are EOs to support us. But why did they stop sniping? Did something unexpected happen?
"Puff puff puff..." A point shot hit Mekaler's back, causing his running body to fall heavily to the ground.
The moment he fell, dense bullets whizzed past his head. He was grateful for the long burst of fire, otherwise his body would have turned into a hornet's nest.
"Ouch..." The howl of a wild beast came out of Mekale's mouth. He propped himself up and continued to escape into the woods. But when he looked up, he saw a scene that made him despair: a mercenary who looked like a polar bear laughed hideously at him, with the M134 six-barrel heavy machine gun in his hand, dark and cold, pointing directly at his body.
He saw the barrel of the gun spinning and could clearly smell the scent of death emanating from it.
