Chapter 89: Innocence
A huge air current carrying various iron shavings blew across my face, and I only had time to put up my arms to hold my head and clamp my legs to minimize the area of the bomb to protect my face, chest and lower body, and let the other parts of my body be baptized by the mercilessly sudden baptism, and even though I tried my best to concentrate my breath and tense up my muscles, even though I have practiced hard qigong, my flesh and blood are still fragile in front of the iron and steel.
When I put down my hands, my whole body was covered with a layer of "bits and pieces". Because the point of impact is on the other side of the pile of parts, the huge metal bearings blocked a lot of shock waves, but fortunately we were only injured by the vapor wave through the parts. Even so, it reminded me of my close encounter with anti-infantry mines in the former Yugoslavia a year ago, a nightmare that almost sent my dick flying, and directly led to the feeling of having to pee at the sound of a powerful explosion. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Looking at the small screws densely packed on my exposed arm, I was a bit creeped out. Although the injury is not as serious as it seems on the surface, other body parts are more or less injured because of the lack of protection from the bulletproof combat suit.
"Butcher! Butcher!" I looked around, hoping to check how Butcher was doing.
"Uh-huh! Over here! Butcher groaned up at his feet and I looked down to see that he wasn't doing so well, a metal wiper had lodged itself through the side of his thigh, holding his pants up in a small tent.
"Don't move! Let me see the injury! Don't worry! It's not that bad! It's okay! Finally I can see you're hurt!" I only had time to tear open his pants leg to check the injury before my attention was interrupted by the rapid rain of bullets, but my ears didn't miss Butcher's unpleasant string of "greetings"!
"Not that bad? Huh? You're so comforting!" Behind the shadow lifted a slit, the small face stretched out to look at the butcher's thighs, just in time for the butcher to pull out the iron bars in the flesh with the skin and flesh, scared to spit out the tongue and threw me a vial and said: "Spray it on! Stop the bleeding, stop the pain!" Said a shrinking head and disappeared in optical camouflage, if not look closely thought she disappeared into thin air.
Looking at the spray can with the breath freshener icon on it in my hand, I glanced at Butcher and asked, "Does this thing work!" "Use it!" Butcher pinched the blood vessel above the wound to lower the bleeding while observing the enemy. Turning his head to see that I was still hesitating, he reached out and slapped me, gritting his teeth and cursing, "HI! Hysteria!" "What's wrong with you don't blame me!" I saw his eyes bloodshot with pain, I had no choice but to take the breath freshener in my hand and press the nozzle against the wound. A faint odor of grass and leaves drifted into the air along with the sprayed liquid. The refreshing smell lifted people's spirits, making them instinctively think that this thing is not dangerous.
Don't look at this woman crazy stupid, the hand of the thing is a good thing, the effect is immediate, the role is very much like QUICKCLOT hemostatic powder, can quickly make the blood dehydration, resulting in platelets doubled coagulation. But that thing is dry powder form has that effect is not surprising. It was unbelievable that this liquid could also have such an effect. And you could tell from the Butcher's stretched brow. The pain-relieving effect of this stuff was also undeniable. Since there is such a good thing, the U.S. military why still carry out QUICKCLOT experiments, when that thing's continuous time limit is more limited, if not no better alternatives, we have long not want to continue to use.
The QUICKCLOT dragged out for us only long enough to get Butcher medicated, and by the time I was ready to tend to myself for a bit, Butcher, who was sitting on the ground, was already dragging his injured leg around the pile of discarded parts that kept getting blown up and flying apart. Lying behind a pile of broken tires, he used the thin firepower of the M4A1 in his hand, hoping to buy me some time to heal my wound.
Things like hemostatic agent, the military most need, to the hands of course will not let go, do not care to pick and choose I quickly pulled off the body of the bits and pieces of haphazardly sprayed a few medicine, then secretly hidden in the pocket.
"HONEY?" I yelled at the dark shadow behind me.
"Yes?" The idiotic little face reappeared in mid-air, staring at me with glaring eyes.
"Run! You idiot! We're just here to save you! Run!" I pointed to the gaping hole in the fence that had been blown out by the RPG and screamed, "If you don't leave, there's nothing I can do to withdraw! There's a gray family three-box station wagon in front of the supermarket on the opposite side of the road from the exit, drive fast!"
"What brand of car?" The little girl glanced at the tracer bullets flying gap in the fence swallowed a mouthful of saliva, twisted his head to such a sentence, listen to me a moment did not turn the corner froze, the head turned over before and after thinking for a moment did not come up with the results. Unconsciously read: "Stealing time did not pay attention to ah!" Until I don't know what hit the back of the waist before waking up to pass, where is the time to think of these things, this little girl really hopeless!
Behind a bullet embedded in the sound of rubber, turn around and look at the butcher was the other side of the powerful firepower pressure simply can not lift his head, if not fear of snipers, the other side has long rushed over, not to worry about the alternative in front of the talented young girl, threw down a sentence: "Give you half a minute, do not go and wait for the split body it!" Rushed to the butcher's side and raised his gun, not daring to show his head, first sweeping a burst of pressure on the other side's firepower. The other side of the bullets from the back of my hand flew over the wind blowing my hand hair itchy, along with the heart also hairy light want to shrink back. It was hard to hold back the fear in my heart and finished shooting the bullets in the magazine, and I couldn't wait to draw back the gun and shouted at the butcher, "There's not much ammo! You go quickly! I'll block for a while!"
"How do I go! You lend me a leg!?" Butcher shot down a guy who was about to throw a grenade through a tire slit, and the grenade in the unlucky guy's hand helped us take out a couple of guys who were hiding in unreachable corners and sniping, reducing the pressure on both of us a little.
"I'll carry you!" Shark's familiar voice suddenly came from behind me, and I turned my head just in time to meet Shark's grease-covered face, startling me.
As soon as his words fell from behind not far from the heavy cranes and the roof suddenly resounded with a subtle cracking sound, a number of squad machine guns noiselessly showered a rain of bullets on the drug traffickers who were closing in on the wolves and the big bears. There was no flame at the muzzle no sound of gunfire, not even tracer bullets for ballistic reference, this particular maneuver was clearly the preserve of the infiltration combat unit.
"Counting the time, it's about time you guys ****(fucking) got here!" Butcher shot out the last magazine, threw years in the hands of the M4 pulled out a pistol at the drug traffickers who were hit by the puzzled chase two shots down a machine gunner who looked up and looked around.
"I have a wound on my body can not frame him, you get rid of the two of them!" I took the HK23 from Shark and handed him the UMP45 in my hand.
"Two? Which two? Who else?" Shark asked curiously as he catcalled around.
"There's another guy there! The one we came here for! Did you forget!?" I said as I fired my gun without turning around and pointed with a letter hand to the corner where Honey was hiding.
"Oh! That's right, friend of the genius!" Shark asked after glancing into the shadows, "But there's nothing there!" "She's got optical color-changing camouflage, look closer!" I replaced the lighted two hundred round soft pouch, fished the other pouch out of the back of my hip, unzipped it and drew out the chain of bullets and pressed it into the chamber. Don't pin the pouch to the card shoot under the gun's magazine, connect the gun to the gun can't care about it will be shark after shark, set up the gun while strafing the rushing out of the drug traffickers pressed back into the aisle.
"She has no optical camouflage I'm looking very carefully. There's nothing here!" Shark's voice sounded a little distant and annoyed, I had to look back, and it startled me, it turned out that Shark was standing in the shadows where HONEY was originally hiding, I glanced at Butcher and he shook his head at me to indicate that he didn't know. The three of us at the same time came up with a thought in our minds, finished, this time can be smashed pot, that little girl must be scared to panic and run away. This we can go back to how to explain to the genius .
"No matter her! You first carry the butcher out! Run one is one!" I quickly cut the Gordian knot, immediately made up my mind and said.
"OK! You hold on, I'll be back later!" Shark is very dry will butcher on the shoulder to run towards the fence blown out of the opening, immediately attracted a burst of intensive strafing, scared shark immediately pounced on the ground, the butcher on the shoulder fell heavily on the ground, away from such a distance I can hear the butcher's muffled grunts.
But it is too late to care about others, because not far in front of me the tires were howitzers blowing smoke, choking me can not open my eyes, had to hold the machine gun again rushed to the opposite side of the road, hiding behind a few engines, just set up the gun, I saw a long so big from the scene I have not seen, a large bag of tinfoil-wrapped heroin was a blur of a mass of support floating in the air floating over to me.
This picture stunned all the people, even the opposite side of the drug traffickers have stopped staring at the stupid, a time when the gunfire is sparse, marveling. Overhead on the crane came the pioneers whispered, "Really **** (fucking) hell!"
When that big bag of heroin drifted close, suddenly the shadows shifted, and a small head full of messy hair and glasses was exposed in the air, passing by me while drifting forward and chanting, "The stuff is here! Run! Run!" Although I knew it was her when I saw this "vision", I couldn't help but jump at the sight of her head suddenly appearing.
"It's a person! Kill her! Suddenly a word came in English, I turned my head to see a middle-aged man wearing a snakeskin suit, chopping hand over the side of the henchman's M4 rifle set up in front of the face is ready to kill HONEY. I did not think that must save the girl, but instinctively gouge the trigger, a three-shot point-blank shot just in his hand M4 rifle and the right clavicle, you can clearly see the plasma under the moonlight flooding with silver color! With the slugs through his body splashing out from behind him.
The man fell to the ground at the sound of his voice causing a wave of panic as several people ran closer to drag him out of my sight. I could clearly see his closed eyes open as he was dragged into the vertiginous area to look at me before closing them again, the eyes were full of resentment, and although I was sure that he shouldn't be able to see what I looked like in this visibility, I couldn't help but break out into a bit of a cold sweat behind my back.
"GHOUL (ghoul)! Retreat!" Vanguard shouted down from above my head. I looked up to see him kneeling on a crane carrying a SMAW 83mm bazooka ready to fire. I subconsciously responded to a habitual cover sweep for him, reached out with my left hand to the end of the barrel in preparation for the retreat, but just as my hand touched the barrel heat shield, the belly of my finger inadvertently gouged into the cooling hole, the burning smoking barrel immediately burned the skin of my ring finger open flesh.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" I can not help but clamp the butt of the gun frantically flinging my left hand, hoping to shake the drilling pain out of the body, can not help but wonder how this gun is so hot today, in the past, because the barrels are made of genius special steel, shooting 10,000 rounds will not heat up, so often ignore this common-sense problem. Today was so hot before realizing that the gun in his hand is not special for the wolf pack. The ensuing thought suddenly caused the cold sweat that had just fallen off my face to run up my back again.
"Vanguard! You guys aren't going to shoot gas grenades!" I yelled over my head.
"Yeah!" Pioneer had the safety on and was ready to fire, confused by my question.
"Can't hit it! The gas bomb was switched! That's VX gas in there! Everyone will be poisoned, tell them not to shoot!" I suddenly remembered that most of the weapons we were using were gotten from trigger channels, and the incapacitating gas we were firing was then switched to VX gas. Now that the gas was being fired so close, and everyone hadn't prepared for it beforehand, a single shell would detonate in the air, and not a single one of those present would be left alive.
"Poison gas attack canceled!" Without any hesitation Pioneer immediately put down the rocket and pressed the radio in his throat and shouted loudly. Before the words fell a gunshot was heard, and Pioneer fell straight down from a dozen-meter-high crane with a muffled grunt.
I happen to be standing in the crane diagonally below, looking at the pioneer fell down, too late to throw down the gun will run to the direction of his fall, but the incident was sudden, and when I pulled my leg, the pioneer has already fallen to the ground to a surge, the eye is too late to catch him, I had to jump up and kicked him in the buttocks, kicked him across a distance of several meters, and fell to the ground in a circle, and I also fell to the ground, in the steel mill fell on the back of this injury in the ground. I also fell heavily on the ground, in the steel mill fell hurt back this time and solidly smashed in the concrete pavement, the pain I covered my waist bowed belly straight screaming, but fortunately this kick is kicked on, to help Pioneer unloaded from more than a dozen meters high down the gravity, or he fell to the ground is not fall into a meat pie, although the body is now painful numbness. The heart is still relatively happy.
"How are you?" Pioneer covered his chest and limped over. I was surprised that he got up before me. It seems the shot didn't hit the vitals.
"Can't die!" I grabbed his outstretched hand and was yanked up from the ground, just as I stood up a rocket burst with ash in the trail not far away, I didn't realize that someone still hadn't heard Pioneer's words and fired a gas grenade.
"Run!" I then Pioneer couldn't care less about the back pain or the weapon on the ground, and threw my legs over the fence, pulling the leftover nitrogen dephosphorylation tablets from my pocket and swallowing them as I ran, while keeping the atropine syringe in my hand and helping Pioneer yank the first-aid kit out of the way as I ran.
The two of us rushed out of the enclosure in a desperate rush, right into the path of Shark, who had turned the corner to find me, and I yanked him by the collar and screamed at the microphone, "It's VX gas in the gas bombs. Run! There's atropine in the first aid bag, save yourself! Brothers!" Shark was also startled by my, panicked and turned back to the car parked not far away, opened the trunk to rummage through the first aid kit in the atropine in the hands, VX gas in the hearts of all those who understand it, not just a weapon so simple, but means extinction.
Everyone rushed into the car to seal all the windows, and distributed the first aid to the other people in the car he fled the junkyard in a hurry.
Sitting in the car holding an atropine syringe in hand, fully concentrated on observing any small discomfort on the body, there is no heart to drive, the good thing is that it is already late at night, the road is empty and not afraid of hitting someone, the first few minutes, because the body are more or less hanging a little hurt, a few times are mistakenly thought to be injured chemical poisoning, almost fussing over their own atropine, walked to the twenty-minute after the reaction time, and no one has had any poison. Reaction time, there is no one has symptoms of poisoning, we are relieved, to the side of the HONEY to look at the half wondered.
We are suspicious, fearful of escaping to the pre-agreed meeting place, a beef processing plant abandoned because of mad cow disease.
When we arrived, REDBACK and Assassin they had already withdrawn here first, and other brothers also gathered one after another, the captain and the knight had already foreseen a large number of injuries, and had long ago let the priests, doctors and geniuses prepare enough medical equipment waiting for everyone.
"Interceptor! You ran fast enough! It's not like there's a dog chasing you!" Big Bear and Wolfman came in from outside and laughed at me as soon as they got off the bus. Seeing that they were also covered in blood, I knew that they had also suffered a lot, and when I saw the immaculate fast and slow machine, I realized that compared to the fireman, the sniper is still considered a relatively free job.
"I thought it was VX gas again, so I rushed away!" Survival is the most primal instinct, and I'm not ashamed of it at all.
"Of course not! I'm not stupid!" The demon slapped the dust on his body, picking up a few iron shavings from his collar before impatiently taking off all his clothes and shaking them around, dropping rust flakes all over the place, and you could tell by the scuffs on his back that they had been in there for quite some time.
"Butcher! You're backed into a corner today!" The doctor said as he tended to Butcher's wounds, waiting to see me undressed all embedded in iron shavings all over my body before whistling and saying, "Looks like there's someone else who's even more backed up than you!" A pain in the shoulder, I turned my head to see is REDBACK from my flesh raw yanked out a screw, raised to me with a mouth to say to me silently: "retribution!" Gas I have no way, sometimes I do not understand, REDBACK this kind of European and American girls how to be so jealous.
Waiting until everyone arrived, the doctor just handed over my skin within the broken iron debris all picked out, this time I found almost 80% of the brothers are hanging color. With the strength of the wolves, sneak attack also stole into this can be said to be a failure to the head.
"Any casualties?" The captain saw everyone arrived directly asked the most concerned thing.
"No! But ......" The doctor removed his blood stained medical gloves and sidestepped to give a line of sight and the captain saw KID lying in a bloodless stupor on the tableau where tyrosine was used to split meat.
"Well?" The captain frowned and looked at the KID's injuries, the body in addition to the small arm has a gunshot wound and no other obvious wounds, looks like unconsciousness should be caused by internal injuries.
"He was knocked down by a car and hit his head, and there is bruising inside his skull, so he is not conscious even now." The doctor took out the picture taken by the portable X-ray machine and pointed it to the captain, worriedly saying, "Now is the best time to treat it, waiting until the stasis has solidified will double the effect. But I don't have the means to do a craniotomy here!" "There's no medical equipment at Gongzi's place either! The temporary base in the US is too far away to make it in time, and going to the hospital with a gunshot wound on your body will draw the police in." The captain rubbed his head with quite a headache, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Let's get the man to the hospital and save him first!" "Gentlemen! Can I offer a location for treatment, do you need it?" A slightly timid voice rang out from behind us, we turned around to see what turned out to be HONEY, holding a large bag of heroin standing in the crowd a little scared to look at the big men surrounding the body.
"Of course! My dear little angel!" Genius had been searching the crowd for half a day just now, when he saw HONEY appear he happily ran closer and wrapped her in his arms.
"Let go of me! Genius, you have a fox odor I can't stand it!" HONEY nonchalantly pushed back against Genius's embrace and said, "My brother and I have a makeshift lab not far from here, and the medical equipment there is capable of performing open-heart surgery. I'm willing to offer to perform the surgery as payment for risking your lives to help me, even though I don't need it!" HONEY's words made me furious, I almost got nailed to death by a bunch of screws in a broken Ford in order to go and save you, and all I got in return was, "I don't need it though! If I didn't still have the traditional idea that good men don't fight with women in my heart, I would have grabbed her by the neck and wrestled her to death!
"Thank you so much!" The captain and the doctor immediately accepted her help and got a car to take KID to the address given by HONEY. Who doesn't want a pillow shoved over them when they are thirsty for sleep?
"Captain, we're being followed! And quite a few of the targets know we went to attack them, someone tipped them off!" TATTOO and Impact waited for them to see off the doctor and KID and then briefed the captain on the trackers removed from the weapons and vehicles and what they had encountered.
At this point all eyes were on Trigger who was also covered in scars, no doubt he had something to do with all of this.
"It wasn't me!" Trigger is smart of course he understands what the current situation means.
"Then how do you explain this? What department sent you? The CIA? The FBI? The NSA? Or the U.S. Department of the Interior?" I slammed the casing of the VX gas shell in my pocket vigorously in front of the trigger. Pointing at his nose, I cursed, "You're putting us all on the spot!"
Mercenaries is the world is the most moral standards and discipline constraints of the army, even if we use a variety of despicable hand to assassinate and kidnapping, but do not dare to magnetically touch this scale of lethal gas and nuclear energy weapons, these weapons will cause the world's public indignation, incurring the top disaster, and the use of chemical and biological weapons in the United States of America's land, this crime is not a mercenary team we can afford to carry.
"I was the one who messed with the weapons, but as for the poison gas, I definitely didn't know about it! I swear!" Trigger Years Ground Station The captain pulled out his pistol and loaded it on the table, knowing there was no way to convince everyone by pleading his case, he had to leave the judgment to the captain. Lynching was simply more normal in a mercenary army, and losing the trust of others in a team was the worst offense of all.
The captain glanced at the USP.45 on the table, and then looked back at the hostility in everyone's eyes and sighed, and finally set his eyes on the side of the grim-faced Knight, the trigger is his favorite, and now there is a problem, although the captain makes the decision, but we still have to take his feelings into account. The knight looked at the pistol on the table face a burst of green a burst of red, and finally closed his eyes and turned away from looking at the trigger, said everything by the captain to make the decision, now he can only do so.
The captain picked up the pistol and weighed it, and pressed the magazine to pull out the magazine and looked at it and threw it on the table, and then drew the sleeve to back out the bullets from the top of the chamber from the casting mouth, and reached out and grabbed the bullets that were still in mid-air. Then stood up the gun body to check the firing pin and other parts of the sleeve, and then the hands of the bullet back into the gun hall lock good, trigger open the hammer and then hand the trigger.
"Prove your innocence! Boy!" The captain's voice was filled with sadness. It made everyone remember the years of charging into battle with Trigger, and I couldn't help but ponder in my mind if it was a bit much to treat a comrade like that, even though I didn't like him.
Trigger took the pistol against his temple, said to everyone: "and everyone together into death is my good time!" After saying that, he didn't hesitate to pick the trigger.
(To be continued, stay tuned~)