Chapter 1102 Fear Comes From the Unknown

After fighting for half his life, Smith has never encountered such a strange battle.

Randy Davis enlisted in the Army at the age of nineteen. He is now forty-nine years old. To say that he has been fighting for half his life is not an exaggeration at all.

He was selected into the SAS at the age of twenty-four, and spent a long time in the SAS until he was discharged from the SAS at the age of forty-seven. Randy believed that he had experienced the most brutal battle in the world.

In Randy's long service experience, he has not participated in several actual battles. These days, there are too few situations where SAS can be used. Therefore, although he has not been a mercenary for a long time, he has experienced more battles than he did in SAS has more than 20 years of service.

If it weren't for the difficult life after retirement, and if he hadn't adapted to life in the military camp, Randy, who was well-paid after retirement, would definitely not have accepted the Iron Madonna's invitation to become a mercenary.

It wasn't until after joining the Iron Madonna that Randy found that he had finally found the direction of his life, killing, and he was suitable for this.

When he first joined Iron Madonna, Randy looked down on other people. He didn't think anyone could compare with him. Until he discovered that there were several people in Iron Madonna who were from SAS like him, Randy finally put it away. He lost his pride because he found that he was not as proud as he thought.

But Randy still looks down on other mercenaries. What is the Iron Madonna? It is a collection of the best people in the world, the most powerful mercenary group, and in the battles Randy has experienced following the Iron Madonna, he has not yet encountered any opponent worthy of his respect.

But now, Randy was scared, angry, and confused that made him extremely frustrated.

Randy never imagined that one day, he would be pinned down by a sniper and unable to move.

That sniper, how did he do it?

Seeing the people around him die one by one, Randy really began to feel scared. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of dying inexplicably.

Randy found it very strange, because he really couldn't imagine how the guy who suddenly appeared and fired a gun in any posture could take away a person's life with every blow.

Fear comes from the unknown.

Randy tasted fear for the first time in his life.

"Find the ram! Kill him. When he appears, concentrate your fire and kill him. Fake! Kill him! Kill him and that's it! Satan!"

The rattlesnake roared again, and the chattering guy started talking nonsense again. Who doesn't want to kill the elusive ram, but how to kill the ram is the main crux.

Zhongzhong couldn't bear it any longer. His breathing began to quicken. From time to time, he half-raised his body from the ground, trying to find the ram. Randy was a little worried about his old partner.

A comrade-in-arms that Randy respected very much, Smith, who also came from SAS like him, but joined Iron Madonna before him, is already dead.

Smith was a sniper. When he was still in the armored car, he was shot through the left eye. Randy felt that he should have realized something at that time.

"Randy! We gotta do something! We're going to get shot like turkeys lying here like this, we're outnumbered and there's only one damn ram! He's not a god! All I need is one shot. Beat him to death! Brother, let’s take a risk, I can kill him, I’m confident!”

Clock said several times impatiently on the intercom. After Randy thought for a moment, he felt that maybe it was time to fight to the death. It felt too bad to lie on the ground like a mouse and be beaten to death one by one. .

Randy took a deep breath and whispered: "I trust the clock, I am willing to be a bait, whoever is willing to join me."

This is a way to commit suicide. If he is facing others, Randy will not ask for advice. He only needs to shout, and naturally someone will be willing to stand up and shoot a sniper who has killed many of their comrades.

But it's different now. Now the opponent is the man known as the Gunslinger.

"Two people are not enough! Two people are not enough! Who voluntarily exposes himself? Answer me!"

The rattlesnake shouted again.

Randy smiled bitterly. Finally, the rattlesnake, who had always been extremely proud, was also realistic.

Randy knew that Rattlesnake had been shot by the man named Ram, and then rested for a long time. Although he was disgusted with Rattlesnake's chattering mouth, Randy still recognized Rattlesnake's ability. He had The combat effectiveness and command were also good. Randy was a little surprised to know that several people in the desert combat unit of Rattlesnake were killed, and that Rattlesnake was shot by a mercenary called Ram.

How dare someone call himself a gun master? Randy dismissed such things. There are sharpshooters in this world, and there are gun masters there.

But now, Randy begins to think that maybe there really is a gun god in this world. That ram is just a human being, but with a gun in his hand, he becomes a god.

"I'll lure the enemy!"

"I also volunteered to join, and now there are four of us."

The two Swedes were speaking. Randy couldn't help but glance in their direction. The two Swedes seemed to have joined the Iron Madonna to avenge the Satan mercenary group.

Satan's mercenary group, the damn name given by this damn blasphemer, these bastards are named after Satan.

Randy couldn't help but become even more angry, but he quickly came up with the idea that those guys from Satan were really devils, especially their leader Gong Yang, the guy called Gunslinger, he really looked like him The devil, maybe that ram is the incarnation of Satan.

"Merciful Lord, you are watching me in heaven. Don't give Satan a place, so that I will not be tempted by Satan, and save me from the threats of Satan. Lord Almighty, save me and help your people defeat Satan. Please shine your light on me..."

"Countdown! 3.2.1, on!"

"Amen!"

Hearing the countdown of the clock, Randy, who was praying, finished his unfinished prayer with an Amen as a conclusion and jumped up suddenly.

Standing up straight, Randy spotted four targets, but he didn't know which one was the elusive ram.

Randy fired as fast as he could. When he stood up, a man happened to stand up, keeping his body leaning forward.

Randy fired a long shot, but the moment he fired, he found that the leaping man also fired, and the gun was fired while moving when the body reached its highest point.

It was a ram, and Randy confirmed it was the ram he shot, and he thought he hit the ram.

Randy stood there. He wanted to fire another machine gun at the Ram who had fallen to the ground again. The opponent was wearing a heavy body armor. If the target was in a protected position, he might not be able to kill the opponent.

Randy wanted to shoot, but he felt a pain in his leg and fell down involuntarily as if he had received a heavy punch in his lower abdomen.

Although he was shot, Randy was filled with joy. He yelled: "I hit him, I hit the ram! I was shot, kill the ram quickly! Clock, I hit him, you... …”

Randy stopped shouting and looked at the clock blankly.

Clockwork was lying on the ground in a very weird posture. His head was bent at a ninety-degree angle because he was hit in the neck. The bullet completely shattered his throat bone, leaving only his neck. The flesh and skin on both sides are connected.

"Machine gunner! Machine gunner! Suppressive fire, kill the Ram!"

Randy didn't hear the sound of machine gun fire, so he yelled impatiently.

After roaring, Randy reached out and wiped a handful from his eyes, and then whispered: "Farewell, my partner, merciful Lord, please forgive his sins and lead him into heaven, Amen."

Turning his head to look at the clock again, Randy gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, pointing the muzzle of the gun in the direction where he had just jumped to shoot, and then murmured to himself: "The Gunslinger, is it really the Gunslinger? In that state, he can still hit the neck of a clock, he is indeed a master of guns."

At a distance of more than 200 meters, Randy was equally confident in his shooting. He was sure that he had hit the ram. Even if the ram was really a master of guns, he would die after being shot.

Randy was going to stand up, he was going to fight.

But when he stood up, he found that several people had already stood up, but they were falling down one after another.

There were the sounds of large-caliber sniper rifles, machine guns, and assault rifles, but they were all the enemy's, and they paid a high price to kill that ram.

The rattlesnake fell down, and Randy saw that both of the rattlesnake's legs were broken. The bullet hit his thigh from the side. After one leg was completely smashed, the bullet turned the other leg into a mist of blood. This is a bullet for a large caliber sniper rifle.

"Reinforcements will arrive soon, they will arrive soon, hold on, don't expose yourself, they will die soon!"

The rattlesnake roared in pain. He was going to die. Losing blood would kill him, but he was still fulfilling the duties of a commander.

In response to Rattlesnake's performance, Randy decided to forgive him. Although he had always been annoyed by this commander who liked to talk nonsense, but since he was about to die, he might as well forgive him.

Randy didn't know where he got the strength and suddenly stood up from the ground.

Randy disobeyed orders for the first time. In this life, whether in the SAS or Iron Dame, it was the first time in his life as a soldier that he disobeyed orders.

Even if he died, Randy wanted to see if the ram was dead. Also, even if he died, he was not willing to be saved by the rebels who he despised to the core.

There was no one in the direction where he had just shot, but Randy found that two people were crowding around a person lying on the ground. The person lying on the ground was not far from where the ram had just shot, that is to say , he did hit the ram.

Randy was filled with joy and pointed his gun at the enemy again, but at this moment, he heard what seemed to be footsteps behind him.

Randy should have fired, but he couldn't restrain his impulse and turned around. Then he saw a man with a ferocious face swinging the butt of his gun fiercely.

Hearing the cracking sound of his throat bones, Randy, who flew backwards, only had time to have a thought flash through his mind. Sure enough, he paid a high price for beating the ram, and was actually taken back by the Satanists. , those damn rebels, those idiot rebels...R1152