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Skinny Monkey suddenly raised his gun and aimed; his ability was nothing short of terrifying aiming instinct—

"Snapped!"

A bullet struck the attacker, and almost simultaneously, four or five daggers emerged from the bushes—

"Crack crack crack crack crack!"

The skinny monkey was pierced through the heart by the attacks coming from all directions.

"Damn it...where did all these people come from?"

"We've always been here."

A pair of hands covered his mouth, and a dagger was pressed against the side of his head.

"We've been watching you all along..."

"Oh!"

The gunshot rang out, accompanied by the sound of a whale's cry. The skinny monkey collapsed to the ground, motionless.

The bronze mask flicked the blood off his hands and looked at the guerrilla fighter lying on the ground.

He was shot in the forehead by the skinny monkey and died.

"The fire is getting out of control," a guerrilla fighter said, crouching down. "What do we do?"

Not far away, the fat gunman had already fallen on the scorched earth, leaving only a skeleton.

Little England was similar to him, except that his skin was still intact, while white phosphorus entered his body through his mouth, ears, eyes, and other places, burning him into an empty shell with only skin remaining.

“I have firefighting measures, don’t worry,” the bronze masked man whispered. “Keep hidden. Rambo is the tough one to deal with…”

He had barely finished speaking when he felt a tremor in his brain.

"Got you..."

The bronze mask turned its head and saw that Touxin was slowly walking towards it, wearing a device resembling headphones on its large head.

After the skinny monkey was killed, the telepath who had been invisible removed his optical camouflage and joined the battle.

"Are you the leader of this pack of wild dogs?" he said. "Then I..."

"Oh!"

An M8 armor-piercing incendiary round pierced his chest.

His body swayed slightly before he knelt down.

"damn it..."

He looked up at the sniper platform in the distance.

"How can you hit so accurately?"

"Oh!"

Another armor-piercing incendiary round, and the head, pierced through, turned into a dazzling firework.

"Well done, Brother Lin," the bronze masked man pressed his earpiece, "How did you shoot so accurately? I had no hope left..."

"How about some magic bullets?"

"Magic? You can use magic?"

"Know a thing or two."

On the clock tower, Lin Chen moved his sniper scope, observing the battlefield.

He had to admit that he thought the bronze mask was a bit crazy: using small white phosphorus bombs to deal with demigods was indeed effective, but these things not only burned fiercely, but were also poisonous!

If this fire spreads to Bengyu Town, it will be a major disaster!

"Let's put out the fire first, Rambo is missing," Lin Chen said. "Be careful, oh...no, I saw him..."

A figure ran through the sea of ​​fire towards Bengyu Town.

It's Rambo!

He used the remaining skin shell of Little England as a shield as he charged towards the town at high speed!

“We have to catch up,” the bronze mask said. “Damn it!”

The intense heat wave forced him to retreat!

The fire was too fierce; there was no way to chase it!

"How did he get through there..." the bronze mask murmured.

“He saw the ‘weakness’ of the white phosphorus fire sea,” Lin Chen replied.

Lin Chen had already tested Rambo's abilities at Mr. Iron Mask's party.

If he can catch the weakest moment in Lin Chen's movements, then he can find the weakest point of combustion in the sea of ​​white phosphorus fire!

"Put out the fire first!" the bronze mask shouted. "Take out the little balls I gave you!"

The guerrillas pulled out small iron balls and threw them into the sea of ​​fire.

The iron ball exploded in the air, and the special chemical agent turned into mist and fell down, neutralizing the white phosphorus and extinguishing the fire.

Rambo's charge speed is too fast! He's already covered a considerable distance!

At this moment, due to the impact of the explosion, many residents of Bengyu Town were eating melons at the town gate, some making phone calls and others taking pictures.

And Rambo came specifically for them!

"Damn it, let's kill a few dogs from Raintown to liven things up!"

Rambo, carrying the robust body of the Little Englishman, tore a long trail across the grassland.

Rambo felt he didn't need to give them any face because these guerrilla dogs were using such extreme methods to deal with the reconnaissance company!

"Oh!"

Gunshots rang out, and Rambo abruptly raised his Little England to block a whistling incendiary armor-piercing round.

Then came the second shot, the third shot—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lin Chen bombarded Rambo with his Barrett rifle, firing shot after shot at the little Englishman's skin.

The sound of "click!" rang out simultaneously on the grassland and the clock tower: Lin Chen's magazine was empty, and Xiao Yinglun was also shot in two.

"I see you, sniper!"

Rambo roared.

He suddenly grabbed Little England's arm and shook it violently, as if he were shaking a meteor hammer.

Then it was suddenly thrown towards the clock tower—

"boom!"

The little Englishman's hard head slammed into the top of the clock tower, instantly shattering the upper part of the tower.

"Wow!"

Li Zhanyi fell in panic mid-air, but Lin Chen caught her and casually projected an axe, which he then slammed into the wall of the clock tower.

"Click——————"

He used the axe to slow down the movement, and finally landed safely with Li Zhanyi.

Lin Chen casually projected Li Zhanyi's QBU-202 weapon, tossed it to her, and then swung the axe:

"I'm going to play with him. Zhanyi, you can find somewhere to support me."

"it is good!"

Li Zhanyi patted the dust off his clothes and muttered to himself.

"I was so scared! This picnic was no fun at all..."

"..."

Rambo galloped across the plains like a wild horse.

As he approached the town, bullets would occasionally fly towards him from the bushes. He spun the lower half of Little England's body at high speed to block the incoming bullets.

"Damn it, you're just an empty shell now, but that makes you more useful!" Rambo shouted excitedly. "Before, when I told you to charge, you were always a coward, hahaha, just like your idol Ding Qilang, a spineless piece of trash!"

"It's all because you bunch of useless trash that I've been stuck for so long and can't move. Damn it, isn't a tough guy like me more presentable than Ding Qilang?!"

Why Ding Qilang?!

Rambo roared and roared, and the town of Bengyu was almost within reach.

The townspeople seemed to realize that he wasn't in good mental condition, and the more timid ones had already started to run away.

"Why are you running? Don't you love watching your demigod father?!" Rambo shouted. "Don't run!"

He pulled out a submachine gun, aimed it at the townspeople with one hand, and pulled the trigger:

"Da da da da da!"

Just as the bullets were about to strike the townspeople in the back...

They all hovered in mid-air, motionless!

"Varied..."

The next second, a super alloy armor-piercing round hit his knee precisely!

"Pfft!"

Rambo fell to the ground, and Little England was also sent flying.

He looked up and saw a faint flash of light on a rooftop not far away.

He's a sniper.

"So it's you, you grandson!"

Rambo suddenly pulled out a grenade launcher and aimed it at the roof.

Before he could pull the trigger, the whistling wind rushed towards him—

"Crack!"

The superalloy axe struck his grenade launcher—Rambo reacted quickly enough to avoid losing his hand.

He looked up and saw a Jason mask!

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from!"

Rambo's eyes flashed, and he kicked Lin Chen's knee with pinpoint accuracy, sending him staggering back several steps.

This strike precisely hit Lin Zhong's weakest point!

He was able to destroy the clock tower with a single blow because he saw the "weakness" in the clock tower's structure.

This ability is actually quite useful.

Lin Chen immediately wanted it too.

He swung the axe and casually pulled out the pistol from his waist:

"Clap clap clap!"

Rambo rolled to dodge the bullets, then grabbed Little England's legs again, bent them, and draped them over his arms.

In this way, it becomes a shield.

He used the shield to block a burst of gunfire from Lin Chen, then drew his pistol and aimed at Lin Chen's right biceps—

weakness!

"Snapped!"

Gunshots rang out, but it wasn't Rambo who fired them.

It was Li Zhanyi!

She predicted that Rambo would fire at this moment, so she intercepted him in advance!

"Pfft!"