【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Arara took the elevator down to the parking lot.

His eyesight and sense of smell are excellent, and it is easy to lock on to Yimulian leaning against a black Hummer.And Yimulian also raised his head to stare at him as if he had a tacit understanding, and moved his body calmly, using the Hummer as a cover.

When entering the underground parking lot, out of professional instinct, he had already observed an entrance and exit, two elevator rooms, and emergency escape passages on both sides.If that Hummer belonged to Yimulian, Huang had to admire that the parking position he chose was exactly the place where he could see all the entrances clearly.

— quite cautiously.I am afraid that when he saw a stranger walking towards him, he had already drawn out a pistol and aimed it at himself secretly.

Although Ara is confident that he can avoid any attack from a senseless guide, but the weapon used for self-defense is definitely impossible to install a silencer. If Ichimuren shoots, it will probably cause even bigger troubles—— Hearing completely The excellent sentinel that is turned on can distinguish the gunshots in a considerable range from the complicated daily noise, and people who chase and kill Yimulian may also be aware of certain situations.

So he helplessly raised his hand to signal that he didn't intend to attack, and at the same time felt very funny.Back then, he was born and died in more than a hundred battles on the Western Front, and he was never captured, let alone surrendered. Now he actually wants to bow his head to an "ordinary person".

— or damn it to save his life.

Huang seldom accepts such a task, so he raised his hand and stared at Yi Mu Lian with wide eyes. After deliberating for a long time, he introduced himself and said, "My name is Huang. Your life is in danger now."

The pink head turned sideways, signaling Huang to come to the side of the empty parking space, probably to avoid obstructing his surveillance of the elevator entrance.When Huang stepped onto the open space and the two stood facing each other, Yi Mulian took out the gun without hesitation and pointed it straight at his chest.It was a police Glock pistol.

"Police card," he said.

"I'm not a policeman."

"Then report your sentry number, military rank, and official position." Yimulian paused, his single green eye sizing Huang from top to bottom, "Don't tell me you're not a sentry."

"I'm a Sentinel. But I'm not making numbers, my number has been canceled, like yours. Now I'm a mercenary."

"Who is your employer?"

Huang didn't know if his remaining patience was enough to explain clearly to him, but he still resisted the urge to knock him unconscious, carried him into the car and drove directly to the safe house, and said in a deep voice: "My services range from personal to The group is not fixed, of course, it can also be the country. It is the same with the arms trade, I think you should understand."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the end of the sentence.As expected, he stared at him warily with a cold face, twisted his delicate eyebrows, and his posture was even more wary.

"The Federation wants to protect me? I'm just a retired disabled guide, and I'm lost."

Huang stared back without blinking. "I don't have time to hear the story between you and the Federation. Anyway, your name is in the Witness Protection Program. The woman who arranged for you was shot at noon today. She didn't have many witnesses. You It is the most valuable one. I was ordered to find you directly across contacts, and the task was to escort you to the safe house and wait for the transfer."

Yimu's hand holding the gun didn't tremble, but Huang caught the subtle expression changes on his face, which was a signal of emotional relaxation.He licked his upper lip and continued to persuade patiently:

"When you saw that woman's name on the news, you probably immediately became nervous and hid here. She left her job shortly after handling your case and became an assistant to the parliamentarian, but your information, including the real information about you The identity of the contact person at the residence can and can only be queried with her number and password. Yimulian, weren't you trying to get in touch with your contact person just now?"

The youth guide quickly glanced at the mobile phone held in his left hand.Presumably there was no reply.So he raised his eyes and looked at Huang, just when he was about to say something, Huang suddenly noticed——

someone.He made a gesture of silence.

—Five Sentinels and a Guide.The guide and one of the sentries came from the escape passage at eight o'clock, the two sentries took the other side, and the rest were at the entrance and the elevator shaft.

The guide element on Yimulian's body has a very weak smell, which should be the result of the "WM action" recorded in the data.Although he has lost his senses, his glands are still intact, and he can still emit a weak guiding aura independently.Surrounded by sentries in a huge parking lot, he was like a lamb chop falling into the jaws of a tiger, and he didn't realize it.

Fortunately, he was smart enough. After Huang gave the order, he immediately understood and kept silent, looking around vigilantly.The elevator light stays on the first floor.

The first to show up is the sentry at the entrance to the furthest vehicle.He is condescending and has an excellent position, not to mention that his task is to attract firepower so that teammates on both sides can outflank them.

The sentry drew his gun, and Arara pulled out his MK23 from his jacket almost at the same time, but neither of them could catch up with the one who was already holding the gun.In just a split second, he fired three shots at the opponent - the Glock does not need to unlock the external safety, can directly draw the gun and fire quickly, and the magazine has a large capacity, which is very suitable for this situation.

There is only one fly in the ointment.Yimulian's three bullets almost missed the pillar separating the entrance and exit. This marksmanship is really terrible.Huang only had time to shoot him in the foot before he dodged behind the pillar.

His keen sense of smell told him that the shot accurately penetrated the opponent's ankle.His face was sullen with no expression on his face, as calm as if he had deliberately fired an empty gun just now.

In the next second, the guide suddenly launched an attack on Huang's mental scene, like countless eyes opening in the dark sky, clouds splashing ink, rain like lacquer, strong wind blowing yellow sand overwhelming, Every grain of sand contains hints.This guide had a huge appetite, he didn't even try to attack, he directly intended to implant his mental suggestion into Huang's mind, thus replacing his central nervous system to control all muscle movements.

——For sentinels who are alone, this is undoubtedly the most effective method.Yimulian has lost his senses, and he no longer has the means to provide mental combing and protective barriers for the sentry. At this time, the one-on-one with the guide at the conscious level is like a naked man against a predator.

It should be like this.

It's just extremely unfortunate that his opponent is Huang.Huang easily cut off all intruding hints, blocking his own mental image as if forming a self-space.At the same time, this failed attack also exposed the location of the guide. Without hesitation, Huang smashed the window of the Lamborghini Aventador with the first shot, and smashed the head of the guide hidden behind with the second shot.

A sentry suddenly went berserk.

With a groan he carelessly propped the poor Lamborghini on one hand over his guide's corpse.The reckless action seemed to be an order, and the two sentries from the other side of the escape route rushed up together.Yimulian hesitated for half a second, and fired four shots at the sentry who was mad because he lost his guide - one shot hit, but hit his body armor.A bullet through body armor and a bruise in the flesh is enough to cause a sizable bruise, but nothing compared to the pain of losing a partner.

Huang grabbed Yimulian's wrist, threw him to the front of the elevator and shouted: "You are in charge of this one, be careful on the top of the car!"

The farthest sentinel, handicapped by a shattered ankle, consciously took cover.Yimulian wasted a few more bullets. Huang turned his back to avoid the stray bullets. After expanding his vision to become more acute, he aimed at the two sentinels a little far away.

There was another bullet tearing through the air, and it seemed to be aimed at Ichimulian behind him. Huang had to distract himself and pushed him. Just at this moment, there was a "ding" sound from the elevator, announcing that the last enemy was finally killed. Also joined the battle.

Huang's A03 elite division was stationed near the Kimberley Bridge at that time. It was said to be a division, but in fact it was no more than a battalion.After being trapped for thirteen days, with the hinterland of the country behind him, he relied on broken walls and tanks to deal with it, and withstood more than ten raids.And this time behind him is no longer the country - a senseless guide holding a Glock with terrible marksmanship, and a murderous sentry who is not good at coming, who has a better chance of winning?

He didn't have time to think any more.Shot the sentry on the right first, and watched him dodge. Taking advantage of the gap, he quickly avoided the side of a white Range Rover, removed the rearview mirror to adjust the angle, and pointed at the person without poking his head out. More shots were fired over there.

Most sentry guns are equipped with silencers, and the MK23 is no exception. Therefore, the shootout of the sentries is like a game of rubber slingshots. This is not only for concealment, but also to protect their overly sensitive hearing.The only gunshots that would ring out in the parking lot belonged to Yimulian.Huang thought, it's better to let him hear the gunshot, at least it means that the person is not dead yet.

He hit about one person, and there was a dull sound of falling at ten o'clock, followed by the smell of blood.

The frenzied sentinel suddenly climbed over the Ford on the other side and rushed towards the desert. His speed was extremely fast, the passion for revenge swelled in his veins, the adrenaline surged, and he burst out with amazing power in an instant.

Scientifically speaking, a dagger is more effective than a pistol at a close range of 21 inches.Huang shot blindly at the remaining sentry, but missed, and immediately stuffed the MK23 back into his jacket, and half-bowed in the pose of a boxer fighting.

——It's strange.The opponent didn't intend to use his bare hands. His weapon was a Taser X3 stun gun. As soon as he overturned the Ford car, he fired a shot at Huang, but was dodged.The electric dart hit the door of the Range Rover, and the electric light lost its effectiveness after a dangerous flash. With the launch of the electric shock bullet, the gun barrel of the X3 did not spray out paper pieces scattered like snowflakes. It must have been modified to avoid Disclose information on firearms.It can be seen that the other party is also a professional hired sentinel.

When he flew towards him, Huang temporarily changed his center of gravity, narrowly dodged it, and quickly gave him an elbow.The sound of a fire escape came from the side, and Huang hurriedly looked for his reputation. The No. 5 sentinel who came from the elevator had already completely suppressed Yimulian after a fight, with one arm firmly pressed against his throat , and the other pressed his wrist to snatch the Glock.Even the former ace guide, there is no way to be on the same level as the sentinel in physical combat.

Huang drew his gun and shot him in the head.

But just these two seconds of distraction were enough to kill him. The electric dart fired by the Taser X3 hooked on his right leg and began to transmit electric charges through his clothes.Ara couldn't tell if the gun had been modified enough to make it a deadly weapon—what difference would that make?The function of the stun gun is to make the person who is shot lose the ability to resist, and there are two fierce sentries in front of him.

He didn't need to weigh the pros and cons at all, and immediately gave up the feeling of his right leg.Unlike ordinary sentinels, Huang has excellent control skills. He can flexibly adjust his five senses without relying on a guide, and can even reduce them to the minimum when necessary.

Of course, the risks are obvious.Forcibly lowering the sense is tantamount to self-mutilation, but he is not allowed to think about it at this time, Huang stiffened one leg, turned around to block a side kick, and then grabbed another person's straight fist and brought it behind him, twisting his backhand, it seemed that he could feel The crisp sound of dislocation of muscles and bones.

The Taser had one round left.Supporting the front of the Land Rover with one hand, Huang raised his leg and kicked the weapon away. The second sentry took advantage of him while he was in mid-air and attacked him directly in the abdomen. They all fought back and beat back.

The Sentry ran to where the Taser had fallen, and Huang figured out that the MK23 had broken it, so he turned back and slammed his knee into the injured leg.Huang staggered, another fist brushed against his ear, he tilted his head to dodge, one against two.It's just that unlike these two, he still can't fully engage in the fierce battle, and his auditory system has received other sounds from the outside world from this scuffle.

——It was the sound of a car starting.

It took half a second for Ara to confirm that it was Yimulian who was sitting in the driver's seat of the Hummer.His bangs covered half of his face, and it was difficult to describe what kind of expression he had.He seemed to be pressing a button.

—Are you going to leave yourself and flee alone?

There is less than half a second to make a decision.

The current breaks through the air.

In an instant, extremely strong lights suddenly lit up in the dark underground parking lot, as if someone had thrown a flash bomb.And such extreme light switching is especially scary for Sentinels with sharp eyesight. Not only will it damage the lens and vitreous body, but it can even damage their retinas—which Sentinel would use a barrier to reduce his vision during combat?

Probably only deserted.Maybe he quickly judged what the hummer's slightly glowing lamp head meant, or maybe he decided to trust Yimulian for no reason.Before the xenon headlights illuminated the surroundings as bright as day, he quickly blocked his vision.The shrill screams of the sentries sounded in his ears, and Yimu Lian honked to indicate that the lights had been turned off, so Huang opened his eyes.

The effect of the electric shock slowly subsided, he ignored the wailing enemies lying on both sides, and slowly moved towards the Humvee.If in the early years, he would have recovered faster.Huang is 32 years old and is no longer in the prime of the Unbound Sentinel.The reward for this mission is rich enough for him to own a villa on a favorite island and spend the rest of his life peacefully.When he was young, he had fought a lifetime of fighting, and his body was stained with too much blood. In his later years, he wanted to escape from the world and be safe, to be a "veteran withered alone" in a place where no one was around.

Huang tapped the car window twice with his knuckles, coldly hinting that Yimulian should change to the co-pilot's seat.He didn't want to thank the protected object who helped him get out of trouble just now - he and the guy rolling and moaning on the ground had the same huge probability of being burned by the xenon lamp, and he was the only one who stood still, the only reason was that he was stronger.

The Hummer should be equipped with more than two layers of bulletproof glass, which distorts the face with cherry-colored hair.Huang suddenly felt that this incident was very funny: Please, the other party is the only survivor in the WM operation. A bullet and half a piece of shrapnel got into his head. Even though he lost his senses, he is still not an ordinary person. Own?

——It is really difficult to talk about trust between the mercenary and the protected.

But Yimulian actually moved his legs, and obediently moved directly from the car to the co-pilot.He's not tall, and driving a Humvee seems like some sort of nasty joke and makes him even smaller.It was only then that Huang remembered that the instinct in his blood was to feel affectionate and possessive towards the guide, and he blamed Yimulian for being too tough, like a savage, stubborn and weak sentinel.

He opened the car door, and was about to put his sluggish right leg into the car when he suddenly fell down.

Huang Leu forgets about the sentinel who was shot through his ankle.He didn't know when he sneaked under the Humvee, dodged the light attack miraculously, and patiently waited for the two to relax their vigilance and wait for the opportunity to rush forward.Sentinel succeeded.He stuck a glass needle wrapped in a plastic casing into Huang's calf. Was he injecting atracurium or vecuronium?In short, it is a drug that relaxes the muscles.

Huang's consciousness is very clear, only his body cannot move.He managed to close the car door before collapsing—why bother?It's not a mission, it's simply due to the sentry instinct of recovery.

The enemy in front of him seemed to judge that Huang posed a greater threat, so he turned over and rolled out of the car, and decided to strangle him first.The sentry must have emptied the magazine to make such a move.Ordinary people may be surprised that sentries are physically strong, and sometimes they prefer to use their limbs to solve each other than to find tools.

Moreover, it only needs to use 11 pounds of strength to persist for 1 minute, and even the strongest sentinel will suffocate to death.During this 1 minute, the guide couldn't escape anywhere, and Glock had already used up all the bullets when he misfired, and he was unarmed and helpless.

The young sentinel was strong enough, with a ruddy complexion, his teeth clenched and his muscles tightened around his throat.There were countless opportunities to brush shoulders with death in the Western Front Desolation, and he subconsciously hoped that he would die heroically instead of dying in a fight with his whole body paralyzed.

- How ironic.

Huang could only stare at the sentinel with his eyes, seeing his figure become blurred and doubled, and feel his mental image slowly weathered and peeled off due to lack of oxygen.The tides dry up, the cliffs wear down, and death is a fast-forward process.

Suddenly, the pressure on the airway was released, and a big mouthful of air was poured into his lungs. Huang opened his eyes wide and focused his sight, and found that the sentry was violently leaning back, his hands digging at his neck in despair.

Yimulian stood behind the sentinel.It took Huang a little time to understand what he was doing: he put his knees against the sentry's back, and held an iron rod in both hands. The stick passed through a gold necklace worn by the sentry's neck to form a lever. It can also be easily turned, and with its twisted necklace, exerts a force beyond its physique.

"Rule No. 70 six, unless it is necessary, it is forbidden to wear any complicated accessories, so as to avoid creating opportunities for the enemy. Sentinel, you are not qualified."