Johnny didn't look at the corpse that had fallen to the ground; instead, he continued forward, casually picking up the M4A1 in his hand.
He then continued to run forward. As he ran, bullets suddenly came from behind him, and Johnny, unable to react in time, took two shots to his back.
He then rolled over and darted away, his back still throbbing. Fortunately, his bulletproof vest hadn't been penetrated.
"Damn it! Luckily, it was 5.56!"
The pain in his back was clear. Johnny had already reached the corner, panting heavily. It was too damn exhilarating.
"Damn it! Wood was killed!"
"He's over there!"
"Grenade! Throw a grenade! Damn it!"
As soon as Johnny heard "grenade," he immediately moved. This was no place to stay!
Just as Johnny rounded another corner, several grenades landed near where he had just been.
Boom! × 4
With four grenade explosions, shrapnel flew everywhere.
Even though Johnny had run out in time, his shoulder and calf were hit by shrapnel, though not seriously; they were just grazed.
"Hiss~!"
Only after moving to a new location did Johnny feel some pain in his shoulder. He reached out to touch it, and immediately his hand was covered in blood.
Damn it!
You're asking for it!
Johnny switched back to his AK47, turned around, and with his muzzle slightly extended, he suddenly opened fire at the corner.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Sure enough, one assassin was furiously chasing him and, caught off guard, was immediately riddled with Johnny's bullets.
Johnny was holding an AK-47. Even if the opponent was wearing a bulletproof vest, it still couldn't withstand the direct penetration of 7.62mm bullets.
There seemed to be no movement in front of the person, but blood splattered from his back—a continuous 11 shots, all fired.
The opponent's expression of unwillingness, confusion, and shock had not yet faded.
He clearly hadn't expected Johnny to turn around so cleanly and immediately unleash a burst of gunfire.
Immediately after, without a word, Johnny took an m67 grenade from his tactical vest, pulled the pin, and held it in his hand.
He took a few steps back, then released the handle. With a crisp "ding," the handle sprang open.
Johnny then slid the grenade directly along the ground. The grenade rolled straight to the side of the corpse, and then Johnny, without a word, turned and ran.
The distance between them was 10 meters.
Immediately after, footsteps were heard chasing from behind, and at that moment, the m67 grenade also exploded.
Boom!
With a bang, a person's cry of pain immediately followed.
He had just poked his head around the corner, and the M67 exploded right then. The shrapnel riddled him, but it didn't kill him.
A huge wave of pain instantly struck him, making him groan uncontrollably.
Unfortunately, no one came to finish him off with another shot.
And his eyes were directly pierced by shrapnel; it was only a matter of time before he went to have tea with God.
Johnny, who was running, suddenly did a forward roll over a low wall, then rolled twice on the ground, sharply retracted his feet, then kicked off the innermost wall, pulling back.
As for the AK-47, it had already run out of bullets and was thrown away as he did his forward roll.
By the time he ducked into the corner, he had already pulled up the M4A1 from his back and, in a semi-crouching position, aimed it through this gap.
The next second, someone chased after him, and Johnny immediately pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A 5.56mm bullet went straight through, blowing open the opponent's head.
Then, Johnny immediately retreated, hiding around the corner.
The next second, several bullets furiously sprayed in the direction he had just been.
Only now did the chasing assassins realize how strong the person they were hunting was; 7 of the 10 people had already been eliminated.
The remaining 3 people had even started to get cold feet, but they had no way to retreat; they would die if they went back without Johnny's head.
They had all sworn a blood oath, but the problem was that the opponent was so fierce that they truly didn't know what to do.
So they also became extremely cautious, no longer dispersing, but instead began to advance slowly as a trinity.
They had discovered a problem: anyone who had pursued separately had already been eliminated, which showed how strong the opponent was.
And the information the organization told them before they took on this mission was completely inconsistent with the current situation.
"Damn it, is this really that rookie? I can hardly believe it," Assassin A said, confused but also angry.
Assassin B didn't want to speak, "But at this point, I have to say something: that damn bitch actually played us!"
Assassin C remained completely silent.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he didn't know what to say.
The 10 assassins who came in pursuit this time were considered relatively capable in the bottom-tier system, but now it seemed they were not on the same level as the opponent at all.
Only three of them were left. If they didn't unite and be cautious, the opponent might wipe them all out.
One against ten—that wasn't a good number.
After Johnny retreated to the corner, he now had no way out in front, behind, or to his right; this was actually a dead end.
In front was a high wall, behind were containers, and to the right was another container, blocking this area completely.
If the opponents understood the situation here, they would probably open fire without hesitation, as bullets could definitely penetrate the thin sheet metal of the containers.
Johnny didn't dare to gamble on what was inside the containers behind him, as this was just an abandoned site.
So his choice was to climb up.
With the M4A1 slung over his shoulder, Johnny immediately began to climb. Before long, Johnny had climbed to the top of the container, but he didn't stand up directly; instead, he remained prone.
Standing up would undoubtedly be announcing to the enemy that he had become a direct target, whereas lying down, the enemy might not see him.
He pulled the M4A1 from his back to his front, holding the carrying handle with his right hand.
With his left hand braced against the container, he slowly crawled forward, trying to minimize the spread of sound.
Meanwhile, the three assassins, moving as a trinity, arrived at the place where Johnny had just been hiding, but they didn't see him.
They also realized something was wrong, but the next second, gunfire erupted from above.
Bullets instantly bounced around them, and 27 5.56mm bullets riddled the three men.
Click!
After the last bullet was fired, the magazine's follower rose, pushing the bolt carrier's right-side bolt catch lug, causing the bolt to be locked in the rear position.
Then, Johnny directly threw away the M4A1 in his hand.
Because he was out of bullets.
Then, Johnny drew his tti sand viper, jumped down from the container, and walked to where the three men had fallen. He found that their bodies were still twitching and they hadn't completely died.
"Although I don't know who sent you to kill me, you clearly picked the wrong target."
Johnny raised the sand viper, aimed at the heads of the three men, and then pulled the trigger in succession.
Puff, puff, puff!
Are you kidding? If he let them go, wouldn't he be shirking his own responsibility?
Come to kill me, and be prepared to be killed!
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