bookbashuk Chapter 845 Desert Raid
Chapter 845 Desert Raid
"So what?!" The young rider suppressed the fear in his heart. There was a slight tremor in his voice, but it was more determined. "Don't deify him! He's not an invincible god! He's human too!"
"Everyone makes mistakes! If there weren't even the slightest mistake..."
"Then he can only be a perfect machine!" He recalled the motto circulating within the organization, now with cruel irony, "'Everything has its own solution.'"
"This sentence was said by Baijiu... Now, use it against Baijiu himself!"
He quickly put his sadness and fear behind him.
The captain? Just a passing figure in his bloody career, far less important than his distant relatives.
He stood up suddenly, and his hands made complex and precise tactical gestures like lightning, taking over the shaky command and trying to unite this group of scattered sand that was about to collapse.
The team members understood the instructions, a fierce light flashed in their eyes, and they immediately took action!
They will use their numerical advantage to launch continuous attacks and not give Baijiu any chance to breathe!
"Thump! Thump!" A small team climbed onto the roof as tiptoe as geckos. Although they tried their best to make their steps light, the faint groaning of the rotten wooden beams still reached Baijiu's ears through the ceiling.
Baijiu's eyes flashed, and he raised the muzzle of his gun instantly, aiming it at the fragile barrier above his head made of rotten wood and dust!
"What?!" The enemy on the roof heard the movement below and his alarm bells rang!
"Da da da! Da da da!" Baijiu's finger danced on the trigger, his reaction speed so fast that it was despairing! The dense bullets were like the scythe of the god of death, easily tearing through the thin roof! The death squad instantly turned into a bloody storm, falling from the hole with screams!
"He is worthy of being the most dazzling talent in the organization in the past hundred years..." The young rider witnessed this scene and felt a trace of sincere admiration in his heart.
In this age without super powers, how could someone hone their fighting skills to such an inhuman level!
This feels like asking Captain America to fight an ordinary person alone - they are both human beings, but the gap between them is as huge as a chasm!
"Their sacrifice... is worthwhile!" he muttered to himself, a glimmer of determined madness in his eyes.
At the moment when Baijiu turned the muzzle of his gun towards the roof, revealing his back flaw—
He raised his arm and suddenly chopped down like a guillotine!
"action!"
Several cavalrymen emerged from the left side and the main gate at the same time like ghosts!
They were so fast that they left afterimages, as if they had merged into one with the yellow sand!
"Da da da! Da da da!" The dense gunfire exploded in the narrow space, deafening!
"Plop! Plop!" followed by a heavy fall and the sound of liquid dripping.
The sinister smile that had just appeared on the young rider's face froze instantly.
As the sounds of people falling to the ground continued, his expression completely froze, like a frozen ice sculpture.
He glanced at the black afterimage in the house in horror.
Baijiu was seen holding two AK-47s, like a ranger walking in blood and fire, or a dancer dancing to the beat of death, his figure graceful and deadly!
Every time the muzzle of the gun jumps, it accurately pierces the heart of an enemy!
Fifteen seconds ago, when Baijiu "exposed" his back, they thought they had seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But they were wrong.
What they are facing is not the fledgling Baijiu, but a legend who has experienced countless bloody battles and has already engraved the fighting instinct into his bones!
There is only one possibility for the "flaw" of liquor -
That is a deadly trap!
Before the enemy's footsteps touched the ground, Baijiu had already spun around like a ghost!
The movements were lightning fast, yet with an indescribable grace. It didn't seem like a killing at all, but more like a deadly waltz.
He created a small death storm in the house!
"Click! Click!" The metallic sound of the bolt hitting the air suddenly rang out, and the bullets were used up!
Baijiu didn't hesitate and quickly retreated! He couldn't linger in the battle! The enemy's numbers were a major drawback. Even with overwhelming skill, it was hard to withstand the overwhelming siege!
The power of the sandstorm has reached its peak, and visibility has dropped to a terrifying level of less than 15 centimeters.
This means that even if you raise your hand to your eyes, you can only see a blurry outline.
If a starving desert desperado were to go crazy, he might mistake the blurry hand shadow for a sausage and bite it!
Although his ears were almost blocked by sand and dust, the young rider still keenly caught the fatal sound of the empty chamber!
He roared sharply, his voice piercing the wind and sand: "Chase! Suppress with fire! Don't let him get away!"
He led the remaining team members, coldly stepped over the bodies of his companions who had fallen in the sand and were quickly buried, and madly poured bullets in the direction where the rustling footsteps came from!
The dense barrage of bullets tore burning tracks on the sand wall!
"Target—"
"what!!!"
Before he could finish his words, the team members around the young rider fell down one after another with screams!
"Buzz!" He only felt a burning "floater" passing by his ear at almost the speed of sound!
Terror gripped him instantly! The next second, a sharp pain and a continuous buzzing sound came from his right ear! He subconsciously wiped his hand, and found it was covered in blood!
He looked in the direction where the bullet came from, "Tick... tick..." Although his hearing was damaged, he seemed to hear the sound of blood dripping.
Just as he was confused, more blood flowed down from his forehead like a stream, instantly blurring his vision and staining his entire face red.
"Bang!" His knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
A sharp pain like a thousand ants gnawing at my heart rang through my mind, but my thoughts had already stopped, and my pupils quickly dimmed...
Vermouth quickly moved the muzzle of the gun, and the cooled barrel locked onto a new target again.
The short-lived advantage brought by the enemy's fire suppression turned out to be their death knell.
The faint muzzle flame was like a firefly in the sandstorm, but it was deadly enough for a top killer like Vermouth.
In the interval of reloading, the team followed in the captain's footsteps and met their end in confusion and pain.
But Vermouth did not relax at all.
What she solved was just the tip of the iceberg.
Baijiu silently gave a thumbs up, even though he knew Vermouth couldn't see it.
He quickened his pace, lowered his body, and crawled out of the broken window of another house as agile as a desert lizard.
During this brief delay, the dust had accumulated to the height of his waist!
The surviving cavalrymen learned their lesson and immediately stopped firing blindly.
The tragic death of their companions made them deeply aware that there was a ghost lurking in the dark that was as deadly as liquor.
They moved with low steps, like lizards in the desert, clinging to the walls.
Although slower, it was more deadly. Facing a unique enemy, unique tactics were necessary—the European and American style of frontal assault was tantamount to suicide at this moment.
They leaned against the rubble, fingers on the triggers, listening intently. A faint rustle of liquor tumbling across the sand carried on the wind.
An extremely tall and muscular team member took over the baton with a few sharp gestures and became the third captain.
The team members sneaked into the target house silently like ghosts blending into the sandstorm.
On the other hand, the goddess of luck seems to be tired of favoring white wine.
She didn't want to see a one-sided situation.
He tried to change the magazine, but found that fine sand was stuck in the chamber!
Fault! He had a one in a thousand chance of encountering it!
"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.
He did not waste time forcibly fixing the problem, but instead decisively thrust the faulty AK-47 into the small pile of sand in front of him, like inserting a tombstone of shame.
At this moment——
The enemy team that sneaked in like a ghost, with their sharp eyes, penetrated the rolling sand curtain and accurately captured his traces!