Maybe Mou Tianbo favors Buck a little, but he also has the mentality of the same kind of people in him.

It’s just that Lao Mou settled and sharpened it through the ups and downs of the business world, and Buck learned a lesson in a more tragic way on the battlefield.

Something happened to Xiang Wan!

what do I do?

If it were the vast majority of people, even experts like Kuang Wei, who knew the situation, might think it would be impossible to go alone to a foreign country and search for someone aimlessly!

But Buck doesn’t believe in this evil, the key is to do it yourself!

If he treated Xiang Wan's phone number as a ** or an occasional memory, he could still sit at the table comfortably and spend time and enjoy the comfortable life brought by the huge jewelry, he could shrugg and say that he could not do it, without any guilt or psychological burden.

But Buck advocates that he should fight for opportunities even if he doesn’t have the opportunity. Only by doing it can there be a little possibility!

In fact, every time a military doctor saves his blood-covered comrade in battle, isn’t he turning the impossible into a possibility?

This seems to be a bit similar to Mou Chenfei's aimless flight to Tokyo.

In short, Buck is now running in the narrow passage of the house with a rifle on his back and nonchalantly!

At this time, it is useless to think too much. Since you have locked your target, you will no longer hesitate. The street in front of you has become a battlefield, and the breathing after vigorous exercise in the chest has pumped the blood in your body!

A soldier who was also standing at the entrance of a street alley with a rifle on his back screamed in surprise. Buck rushed past him without hesitation, just lowering his head slightly to prevent the other party from seeing his face. There was a bright and bright main street in front of him!

Buck had only the faces of the Japanese personnel standing by the folding table with excited expressions on their faces. They looked in one direction, which might be the direction that the prisoner was escorted. Buck didn't know what the young man pointed to before, and he had no way to judge how far that direction was and whether he could rush over. Now he could only focus all his attention on the temporary command center in front of him, hoping that the other party would catch the prisoner and send it to him.

Listening to the rushing low shouts and footsteps behind him, Buck's left hand silently touched his chest to his right side, pulling out a saber, a bayonet that was about one foot long!

Because the Japanese are generally short, they like to use gun body extension bayonets to make up for their shortcomings in the war of aggression in China in the last century. So far, the Japanese Self-Defense Force still likes to equip such longer bayonets.

The blade was pulled quickly through the sheathed steel mouth, and cleverly held it in his hand in a hand in a row with the gun body. Buck had already caught a glimpse of the light. When he rushed through the intersection, he could see the temporary command center, which was less than two hundred meters away!

The shouting behind him was more puzzled. Just before, when there were more than ten meters ahead, a figure suddenly turned from the corner of the house with a rifle, facing the street with a street light, Buck couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear the other party yelling in a yelling tone!

It was similar to the staff behind it. Perhaps it was the staff of the same unit. The screams from the front and back were very low, which was more like an internal inquiry. Buck adjusted his pace slightly. When Buck's movements and expressions were illuminated by the light on the street, it was too late when the man found out that something was wrong. It was only a few short steps in about ten meters. Buck raised his hand and raised his rifle to make a move. The figure with skilled gun fighting experience subconsciously raised his gun to block it. The bayonet hidden on the side of the guardrail of the m4 rifle flashed like a ghost!

The blade felt a clear stagnation!

The wrong side move of the rifle was fully prepared to protect the rifle, which exposed the soldier's head and neck to Buck!

The chest to the neck, and finally the chin, a large mouth burst open!

Blood burst out!

This young soldier, who looked only in his twenties, seemed to not believe it, and the bloody killing appeared in front of him!

Buck, who was deliberately waiting for the footsteps behind, kept moving, turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Baga!"

From attacking the soldiers at the entrance of the alley before, to turning around, the whole movement was done in one go. The soldiers rushing towards him were chasing and shouting. The dark alley was inevitably a little breathing, just in time to meet Buck's rifle stock and hit the face heavily!

This blow was no easier than the one who was hit by a knife, and it was also somewhat incredibly falling to the ground!

Buck held a gun in his right hand and bent over half kneeling, slashing his arm!

The knee pressed the other person's chest cavity tightly, and the bayonet stabbed in from the throat was slightly twisted to ensure that the arteries and trachea were cut off. Finally, the neck muscles blocked the back of the knife, and then he picked a knife and pried it. The body under the knee suddenly relaxed. The life or soul that didn't know how to attach to the human body floated away!

The judge's extremely familiar feeling of death!

Just between turning hands!

The soldier who was split apart one meter away was still twitching, and a large amount of blood was rushing out. His arm was unable to grasp the rifle, and he wanted to reach out to cover his chest, but the wound nearly two feet long was split from his ribs to his shoulder blades and throat. The current shaking was only due to the inertia of the air pressure in the lungs.

Buck kept the muzzle steady towards the entrance of the alley, untied the magazine bag on the chest of the corpse with his left hand, threw it to the corner of the alley, and took a rifle to fill the dead soldiers with the knife on the spine. Buck never had the hobby of torture, so he tried to kill as quickly as possible. He picked up the rifle and ammunition bag as usual, dragged the two corpses together and stacked them into bunkers, squatting in the corner, stretched out his hand to open the magazine bag, distinguishing the coach's ammunition and live ammunition, while slowly moving his eyes out to watch the command center that was just a short distance away...

This is almost the center of the military protection circle, and there are more soldiers behind their heads. Wherever they look, they see more agents, that is, casual clothes and police. A very small number of them are holding shotguns and miniature submachine guns, while others seem to be equipped with pistols at only half and half.

Yes, who would have thought that in the capital of a country, there would be such a person who would kill the embryo without any questions, ignore diplomacy, intelligence system and other tacit and unspoken rules, and act randomly?

Smelling the smell of blood that had begun to spread on his side, Buck seemed to have been ignited with a violent side, took out the magazine he had sorted out, stuffed it into his chest, took a deep breath, as if this could increase the oxygen supply to his brain, calm down, stand up, and walk to the street, just like other soldiers standing by the roadside fifty or sixty meters apart.

Looking down at the military boots on his feet...

You also have to suppress your breathing frequency. If you are too excited and breathe too frequently, the concentration of carbon dioxide in your brain will drop rapidly, which will cause a series of adverse conditions such as numbness in your hands and feet, and even muscle weakness.

Since he had taken action, the harsh judge who had no intention of stopping put his finger on the rifle trigger ring and looked coldly at the large black van slowly approaching surrounded by the walking and running of many casual clothes!

Prison car or ambulance?

There is no number on it, and there is not even a license plate number!

Just like an armored car!
Chapter completed!