Quickly wear: The heartthrob wants to cry but has no tears

Who to aim at has nothing to do with the gun ....

This is something that every gunner, or indeed everyone who wields a weapon, should understand, that weapons are never forged for a specific person or for whom.

It's like most weapons are made of metal nowadays, but is metal inherently meant to kill life other than itself?

No, guns are always dead, from primitive people's spears to modern weapons using gunpowder weapons, they are extremely primitive in nature, and their power source is either the most primitive manpower, or the most simple and crude way to use chemical energy, ignite a large pile of gunpowder, let it burn violently as fully as possible, and then push the projectile inside to fly out of the barrel.

The whole process is very simple, the machine stimulates the chemical energy reaction, and the person does not seem to play any role in this, as if using some kind of tool, and what complex work can man do with the simplest tool?

The answer is carving, because the object being carved can be anything of anything, and what carves it is a name that has a close uniformity.

We generally name it the carving knife, and the carving knife itself almost does not have any technical content, itself is a relatively hard object after rough polishing, and the essence of carving from the technical content is the collision and cutting of two objects only, which really shows the decisive role only the person holding the carving knife, the carved item is exquisite or not only by the person to decide to judge.

So the cutter doesn't have any consciousness... And the tool is a derivative of the hands....

And it is the human consciousness that determines the hands....

In the same way, bullets and guns do not have their own consciousness, for gunmen, guns and bullets are actually derivatives of both hands, and those who are proficient in this can make the bullets perfectly present what they want...

And now, a perfect bullet wound appeared on Foxhawk's chest, a perfect wound from a professional point of view, because it was perfect for both the tear and the damage it hit.

The tumbling and shattering bullets resemble delicate knives that take a high-speed camera to capture.

This is a complex job, because the delicate processing also requires many different carving knives, and even the best sculptors in ancient Greece need different kinds of carving knives large and small to complete the delicate work.

But what is happening now is that in this very short period of time, all the carving knives have completed their work in an instant, and the bullet fragments of different sizes have passed through their own still retained inertia, just as the carver transmits his own power little by little through the delicate muscles on his arm, and the human muscles are very complex, much more complex than any transmission mechanism in the world, and it is the structure of hundreds of billions of neurons that control this complex structure.

The complex and sophisticated transmission structure is matched with the most complex control and information processing structure, and then through the most primitive tools, the most complex and precise patterns are carved in the eyes of the world.

Burst!

The blood gushing out of his chest told the vastness and the earth, and to those who watched all this, that the carving was still unfinished, just as a perfect statue and painting were painted, and that there was always a need to find a suitable base and frame to embellish it, and the work of embellishment was equally complicated.

Because as the main decoration, the body should not be too plain or ostentatious, because the picture that people see is not only the painting in front of them, but also the surrounding background and environment.

What the eyes see is not one-sided, but a relative whole, and its body should be matched with the surrounding environment, so it is best to draw the frame or base to the surroundings, and derive the inner part of itself.

And now, the blood gushing out of the fox eagle's chest is its own derivation of its surroundings, his flesh and blood represents himself, represents his life, and now, this life is constantly infiltrating the surrounding land, and it is constantly weakening...

In this way, it no longer seems so abrupt, and it blends perfectly with the surroundings.

Perfect art done.

The fox eagle knows who the creator of this painting is, and the person who can complete the painting accurately must be trained and have an excessive pursuit of it, otherwise it will not be possible, because the pursuit of this art is a challenge to one's own humanity.

And the one who can pursue this art and abandon his own humanity aside, Fox Eagle knows only one person.

That's the butcher who doesn't know when he got up at this moment!

"This feels really good..." At this moment, the butcher's muzzle was still emitting a faint smoke of gunpowder, which did not escape through the restraint of the silencer at the moment when the bullet left the barrel, but escaped little by little through the hole in the inner wall of the silencer.

And at this moment, the slightest imperceptible muzzle smoke on the butcher's muzzle, just like the life of the fox eagle dissipated at this moment, although it still barely exists, but it is only a candle in the wind, and it will all dissipate in a while.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

At this moment, the captain who was buried in the ground sounded an alarm, which is only an alarm that will sound when the team members lose their vital signs or are seriously injured, but the captain at this moment has no way to deal with or think, and the oxygen that is gradually consumed is also consuming his consciousness little by little, this gradual suffocation feeling is the most painful, if you want to open your mouth to breathe, you can only inhale a large amount of sediment, and the diaphragm muscle wants to force the gas exchange by squeezing the lungs, Squeeze even a little bit of oxygen out for the body's survival.

But this action has no meaning, it only increases the consumption of oxygen in the body's blood, and thus forms a vicious circle, as if only death can end the cycle.

"Why is this happening..."

In a trance, the captain's mouth seemed to be muttering something, the last effort of the lungs? Or is it the unwillingness of the inner heart to this mission or something else?

But none of this is known, and it has no effect on what is happening on the ground at this moment....

The fox eagle with a big hole in his chest has collapsed to the ground weakly at the moment, or the muscles of his upper body are still twitching, and there is still some consciousness in his brain and nerves that wants to save this body, and wants to send his own instructions and signals to all muscles, tissues, and even all the cells that can still communicate through some biological signals through neurons that can still transmit signals.

He wanted to prove that the body could continue to function, and he would capture it alive as long as the cells continued to do their job, as long as they could continue their work...

But just meaningless tics can't change anything at all, just like an old man wielding his slightly heavy command, except for the position deliberately controlled by his own arm, the rest of the trembling due to old age and the slight trembling caused by the inertia of the baton are meaningless existence, and have no use.

As the skylight expands and expands, more light can be squeezed into the narrow pupil, and the cells on the retina stand up for their last post, converting this last image into a signal and transmitting it to the brain that is about to collapse.

"It turns out ... There are so many stars in the sky..."

This is the last words of the fox eagle and what he thinks in his heart, there is nothing unwilling, there is just a... Relaxed.

"I've not liked him much for a long time, especially when he was training, and it made me unhappy that he always looked at my head through the scope," the butcher slowly threw his gun aside, then stretched out his arms.

"It was all my own talk just now, there is no need to care, it has nothing to do with you." Although he raised his hands, the butcher's expression looked unusually relaxed and even happy, and it seemed that what he had just done made him feel a lot better.

"Now... We can communicate well and not be disturbed.

"It's a shame for us to surrender, but what if I escaped with one of my team members after a terrible battle?" The butcher shouted at the location of the drone.

At the same time....

"This guy is dangerous..."Everyone saw the picture just now, and everyone saw how the butcher pulled the trigger with his own hands and hit his teammates...

"Commander, this guy can't be trusted." SOP was the first to express his opinion at this time, and not a word could be believed in the words of this kind of person who could turn his gun on his teammates.

"Commander, this kind of person is too dangerous, we should destroy him here immediately." M4 also put forward its own opinion at this time.

Chen Shusheng did not speak but silently looked at the picture on the drone, and then looked at M16 and UMP45, in the face of such a situation, although these two were also shocked, they were basically able to control themselves, and... Both of them also looked at Chen Shusheng.

"Commander, you have your own decision." UMP45 and M16 said in unison, and then they both looked at each other in a daze.

"Tsk, it looks like someone has stolen the commander's wine too." M16 smiled heartily.

"I'm just smarter than somebody, and I don't need alcohol to help me think." UMP45 also responds with a smile.

"That's what you won't enjoy, Commander's wine is the supreme pursuit of life." M16 thinks and doesn't mind the ridicule of UMP45, these two old enemies have more time to talk about it, and they have a lot of words than this, if they break it carefully, they can publish a book.

"Then your pursuit is really cheap." UMP45 said with a smile.

"Do you think that the high price is to occupy all the wine of the commander?" M16 tilted his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Then you are really greedy..."The

two skillfully snorted and Chen Shusheng looked at the picture on the terminal, his face was a little solemn, frankly this kind of person is the existence he hates the most, this kind of person will use his hands to grasp everything around him to pave the way for his own progress, although he hates this kind of person, but if it is an enemy, it is another matter...

And at this moment, the butcher who raised his hand in surrender did not take off his clothes, he was not as stupid as Fox Eagle, but he also knew that the other party would not believe him so easily, but the current situation was actually very favorable for him.

First of all, if these teammates of his are not rescued at this moment, they will definitely suffocate here, even if they don't suffocate, they can't escape the fate of being captured, as for themselves, they can take advantage of the current situation, he doesn't have any sense of honor, as long as he meets his needs, it doesn't matter who he works for.

"I hope you don't be so stupid, or I'll waste a bullet here." The butcher raised his hands and muttered to himself.

Why did you do this? Suddenly

, the sound of the drone sounded again, which made the butcher absolutely playful in an instant, and the other party did not choose to shoot immediately but wasted this precious time, and continued to do oral gymnastics in the here and now, which is great.

"The situation is compelling... But then again, who doesn't make a choice for two? But I still know whether a bite of food is still a meal, after all, it is me who is being targeted at the head now, and I am not confident enough to be able to win against you in this situation. The

butcher said as he looked at the time.

"It's less than fifteen minutes before they arrive, and it's a bit of a rush to set up the scene during this time, and you still have to evacuate out of the safe range, do you want to think about it quickly, by the way, reveal the intelligence These armor on our body is still a top secret thing, we are all dead, these armors must be recovered or completely destroyed, and each armor is equipped with positioning chips everywhere."

"Although I believe that your strength can solve me here, I believe that a few of you should not have the strength to clean up the entire battle, after all, it will take a long time to dig them out, so if you want to agree to my proposal, let me dig out one and take it away, as for the rest of all to you, this should be a big reward."

"By the way, there are still thirteen minutes left in the time, it is recommended to hurry up and the rescue force will arrive after this time, time is money."

The butcher urged, seemingly not caring at all how many guns were pointed at his head at the moment, and the people on Chen Shusheng's side did hesitate after hearing what the other party said, although SOP and M4 insisted on their own opinions, but AR-15 and AK-12 and even AK-15 all put forward their own opinions.

"Commander, this may be a place we can use, the drone has all recorded the picture just now, if this guy is unwilling in the future..."

"Now we have the right to negotiate, we just need..."

more voices still think that they can suck the other party in, anyway, the time is in their hands now, and they can do whatever they want.

......

The

voice sounded without warning, which made the butcher breathe a sigh of relief that he could survive, and his career would be promoted as a result.

Of course, I don't know what the situation of my captain will be after the completion of this mission, and he will be responsible for losing a whole team as the captain, but he will open his career because of this.

First of all, he is one of the few technical non-commissioned officers in the squad, and his status value is here. Second, his duty was originally to be sent to supervise the internal situation of the team, and it was his duty to deal with the team members who tried to defect, although the situation just now was very rushed, but as long as he explained himself a little clearly, there would be no problem, and his backstage would help him settle this matter.

After all, this backstage gave itself the task of infiltrating the whole of Tuskalo and gradually becoming a shadow trump card in his hands, and he was happy to do so.

Third, he still has organizational tasks to complete, and he can't die here.

"Davari."