The violent bear king in Marvel

In Kandahar, the second largest city in Afghanistan, the sun is particularly bright today in the afternoon, and the outdoor temperature has reached 40 to 50 degrees, as if it is about to bake people dry.

The streets were surprisingly calm, and even the children who usually played on the streets were gone. This gave Wang Fan, who patrolled here by car every day, some ominous omens.

Captain Paul, a black man in his thirties, was still sitting in the Humvee with his old spirit. Even the machine gunner Webb, the fitness guru, shrank back. Only the beautiful female correspondent Rosa was still listening carefully. Radio.

"Head, something seems wrong. The street is too quiet!" Wang Fan expressed his worries and looked at the face of captain Paul behind him in the rearview mirror.

Paul held his 4 rifle and said without raising his head, "What can happen? We pass here every day. Are you worried about something happening just because Jonathan is sick? Bah, you coward."

For the captain of the team, Wang Fan dared not say anything. He stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer roared forward. When he came to the corner of the street, he knocked the wheels to death and drifted beautifully. of cornering.

"Damn it, slow down. How many times have I told you, if you go back early, you will be nagged by the people in the logistics department."

Paul's complaints were still ringing in his ears. Wang Fan glanced at Rosa in the passenger seat, who was snickering and her face couldn't help but look gloomy.

There were low two- and three-story buildings on both sides of the street. The Hummer carefully avoided obstacles on the road. Wang Fan remembered that an idiot from the second team drove the car onto the curb and then broke down. The team members were all killed by terrorists.

This area has been marked as Zone A, which is more prone to emergencies than the city center.

Wang Fan tensed his nerves, his head was covered with sweat along his helmet and his cheeks were covered with sweat. He carefully paid attention to the movements on the street. Suddenly, a thousand meters away, a reflection of a mirror made Wang Fan tilt his head involuntarily. That's it. A subconscious action saved his life. An armor-piercing bullet shattered the bulletproof glass, grazed his ear and shot towards the captain Paul behind him. It was not until it hit Wang Fan that he heard the loud gunshot.

The brakes squeaked, and the Humvee stopped sideways on the street. "Hidden, there are snipers hidden. There are snipers in the one o'clock direction, Weber's one o'clock direction."

Wang Fan was already panicking, desperately holding down Rosa's head and covering her with his body.

"Get out of the car, get off the rookie, find cover, and wait for support from the base." Paul's voice sounded like a bellows, as if he had become the backbone of several people.

Wang Fan opened the car door and took one last look at Paul. He was already dying. There was a fist-sized hole in his shoulder. Weber was trying to stop the bleeding, but it was in vain.

Wang Fan held the gun and leaned against the car door, trying to lower his body. He finally saw what it was like when a 7.62mm armor-piercing bullet hit a human body.

Bang, another shot hit the machine gun guard, leaving a deep mark on the thick plate, which made Weber, who had just revealed his head, shrink back in fear.

Wang Fan took Rosa's personal mirror and looked in the direction of the sniper. The sniper was still there, as if he was sure that Wang Fan and others would not dare to show their heads.

"RG, get out of the way." Weber saw clearly from the car that on the second floor of a private house a hundred meters away, a masked guy was aiming at the Humvee with a rocket launcher.

Wang Fan rushed out as if his butt was on fire. Instead of walking in a straight line, he walked in a snake shape and got into an alley that could only be passed by one person.

With a bang, the Humvee was hit by a rocket and almost rolled over. Relying on the weight of the body, it fell steadily back to the ground. The wailing sounds of Rosa and Weber not far away were still echoing in his ears, but Wang Fan He couldn't hear anything, and there was a roar in his ears. Seeing Weber running over and having his leg broken by a bullet. This bloody scene, and Rosa struggling on the ground covered in fire, Wang Fan couldn't help but squat down. , curled his head into his knees, he wanted to go home.

"Wang, please pull me, save me!" Weber struggled to move toward Wang Fan and stretched out an arm. Just as Wang Fan was about to pull him away, there was another shot, and an arm flew to his In front of me, what followed was the crisp sound of gunfire from the AK47.

Judging from the intensity of the gunshots, this group of terrorists must be quite large. Wang Fan turned around with his gun and ran into the alley. The doors of every house in the long alley were closed. Wang Fan tried a few times. They didn't push away, but there were dense footsteps behind them.

Pulling out a grenade, Wang Fan threw it out without looking back. He kept walking through the alley, not caring whether anyone behind him was hit by the bomb. His only thought now was that he could not lose his life. Here, Huaxia’s mom and dad are still waiting for him to send living expenses!

With a bang, in the narrow alley, the 57 grenade fully exerted its destructive power. The shrapnel flying out of the explosion gathered heads like wheat. At least four terrorists who rushed into the alley were killed on the spot. .

Huhu, Wang Fan could only hear his own breathing now. He had been running for a kilometer with his gun in his arms. He kept hypnotizing himself. He couldn't stop, couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would be dead.

At the end of the alley, blocked by a lot of debris, suddenly a veiled woman blocked Wang Fan's way. She was chattering in a language he didn't understand, and seemed to be rushing over to catch him.

Wang Fan didn't say anything, and shot the woman down with three shots. Unexpectedly, there was a bang, and the woman's body exploded. The houses at the entrance of the alley were blown down, and the masonry fragments hit Wang Fan's right leg painfully. It hurts. I had to jump to the right at the last moment, otherwise I would have been crushed underneath by the masonry.

This jump made Wang Fan fall so hard that stars were popping up in front of his eyes. He climbed up with difficulty, and when he turned around, a shuttle of bullets hit the person who was chasing him.

Wang Fan understood that with his current physical condition, he would not be able to escape if he continued to run. The terrorists were more familiar with the terrain than he was, and there was a sniper waiting for the prey to appear. Running onto the main road was tantamount to suicide.

Wang Fan got into the collapsed house, where a family of three were hugging each other in fear, praying to their gods to protect their family.

Wang Fan ignored them and ran directly to the second floor. He found a hidden position by the window and hid while keeping his eyes on the alley below.

This attack was definitely premeditated, which also proved that Wang Fan's ominous premonition was correct. He really envied the sick Jonathan. This medical soldier never got sick early or later, but he fell ill today. Able to escape safely in the base.

Wang Fan regretted that he smashed the wall with his hands. Just to get money, he applied for a leave of absence from school at the age of twenty and joined the Marine Corps. The high salary could not only pay for the tuition, but also send part of it to his parents, but among them It was not until this moment that he understood the risk. This was the money earned by wearing his head in his waistband.

Unintelligible words were heard downstairs, and Wang Fan knew that the family downstairs had betrayed him. There were footsteps on the stairs, and the terrorists in the alley rushed in swarm.

Wang Fan counted the ammunition on his body, including a grenade, more than ninety rounds of rifle ammunition, a pistol and two spare magazines. The remaining equipment was all left in the Humvee.

Wang Fan pried open the ring of a grenade and threw it down the stairs. There was a bang, followed by howls like ghosts and wolves, including a sharp cry from the boy.

Wang Fan seemed to have not heard anything, leaning on a shabby fabric sofa, with red eyes, holding a 4-gun, staring at the stairs.

Wang Fan kept cheering himself up, I can't die, I still have old parents at home, I can't die, I still have a big horse to ride, I can't die, I will kill all you bastards.