Chapter 104 Section 15

"Blue Whale, Blue Whale, someone wants to kill an undercover agent!" The platoon leader hurriedly reported, "What should I do?" "Platoon leader, it's too late!" The baby-faced sniper raised his sniper rifle to aim, "He's about to strike!" In his scope, the naked pirate raised the 56 submachine gun in his hand and pointed it at the back of the head of the man in the yellow Brazil uniform. The platoon leader yelled, "Stop him!" The baby-faced sniper pulled the trigger. boom-- 9021 was shot in the chest, and a 7.62mm bullet from a sniper rifle penetrated his chest.He was knocked down in the water by the huge impact, and the tiger shark fell down in a hurry.

Blood came out of the water. "Hit!" shouted the baby-faced sniper. The tiger shark lay on the boat, looked back at the water, and suddenly screamed in fear: "Ah——" 9021's head came out of the water suddenly, and his chest was still spurting blood.He raised the submachine gun with his right hand, staring at the blood-red eyes, raised the muzzle tremblingly, and aimed at the tiger shark. The baby-faced sniper shot decisively. boom-- There was a jerk from the muzzle, and the bullet escaped. Snapped! 9021 was shot in the right shoulder blade, and half of the shoulder blade was lost.

"Ah—" he screamed and fell into the water. The tiger shark hugged its head and huddled in the boat. The baby-faced sniper let out a long breath: "Damn it! Life is hard! — Hit the target!" Wow—— The blood swirled again, and 9021 stood up again, raising the submachine gun with his left hand: "Ah——" "Fire!" The platoon leader saw it and ordered loudly: "Cover our undercover agents!" Following his orders, more than a dozen 81-1 automatic rifles began firing. 9021 twitched in the rain of bullets, and finally pulled the trigger of the submachine gun with the index finger of his left hand.But the force of the rain of bullets knocked his body back.His bullets jumped into the sky with the muzzle jumping up, and the flames lit up his desperate face.

"Ah—" he let out the most desperate cry in his life. thump!He fell into the water, and his blood turned the water around him into a pool of blood. The gunfire died down. The tiger shark stuck its head out and looked at 9021 lying in the water.Without saying a word, he opened the engine cover with trembling hands. 9021 just pulled out a wire, and he hastily installed it with trembling hands.Then pull the engine, and the engine starts whining.Tiger Shark watched the marines getting closer and closer to the shore, and took the hostages to the sea at high speed. "Hey—" the platoon leader shouted, "Don't run! We are the Chinese Marine Corps—"

The tiger shark must have run faster when he heard this. When the speedboat arrived at the estuary, Lin Rui's Super Hornet helicopter just hovered over the estuary.He and his team members are jumping into the river and going inside. Yellow Brazil jerseys and a speedboat appear. Lin Rui breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that he is fine. ——The gun is facing the sky, be careful not to fire!" The team members put away their weapons. As soon as the tiger shark saw the helicopter and the Chinese special forces in front of it, it hurriedly drew an arc on the spot and turned around and ran deep into the river.

"The Chinese Army—" Lin Rui shouted, "We are here to pick you up—" The marines on the shore watched the tiger shark's speedboat turn around and rush past them, shouting: "Don't run! We are the Chinese Marine Corps!" "Come back, you're safe!" "Don't run—— "... 9021's body floating on the water floated gently with the waves created by the speedboat. His whole body was full of bullet holes, and the blood on his body was about to flow out. His eyes were open, blood was constantly spurting from his mouth, and he was still holding the belt of the 56 submachine gun in his left hand.

He listened to the mandarin beside him shouting "Chinese Marine Corps", that familiar but unfamiliar mandarin. He tried his best to tilt his head, looked at the Chinese marines wearing blue marine camouflage uniforms, showed mournful eyes, opened his mouth, and said in a very weak voice: "I am... I am... 9..." The baby-faced sniper looked at the fleeing speedboat and wondered: "Why is he running?" Hearing the muttering, he looked down and said, "Fuck! This pirate is still alive?! He is made of iron?!" "Shoot him!" the platoon leader ordered.

The two veterans raised the 81-1 in their hands to load and aimed at 9021. A tear flowed from the corner of 9021's eyes, and his lips moved: "Mom, I... am home..." Da da, da da... A string of crisp bursts. 9021 is completely motionless. His body was floating on the surface of the river, half of the river was stained red with his blood, his eyes were still open... Do not rest in peace.