Chapter 745 Headshot

When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Ling felt refreshed and relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

However, she frowned, feeling that there were some gaps in her memory——

She looked down and saw that she was holding a gun in her right hand and a piece of bread in her left hand.

There are two English letters printed on the slice of bread by his own fingernails: B, M (Buried memories).

Cheng Ling smiled knowingly:

Oh——so that’s it?

Was he actually forced to bury his memory?

It turns out that this sense of relief is due to letting go of important things.

Cheng Ling rolled the bread in his hand into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it.

She then took out a whole row of chocolates from the bag on the floor - burying memories can't make her brain too excited, so she saved the chocolates for enjoyment until now.

She broke off a chunk of milk chocolate and put it in her mouth.

The sweetness and bitterness in the milk chocolate spread in the mouth, and at the same time it also brought a sense of mental pleasure, and the body felt slightly warm——

Since you can't avoid it, let's do it!

Just after she ate most of the row of chocolates, the wind brought some kind of special rustling sound.

Cheng Ling's ears twitched slightly: Here we come.

She swallowed the chocolate in her mouth and quietly placed the muzzle of the gun among several flower pots on the balcony. She hid in the shadow of the balcony and looked out through the gaps in the flower pots——

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Twenty-six soldiers, fully armed with steel helmets and bulletproof vests, were frightened every step they took.

Although there is only one person on the other side, a woman, no one dares to take it lightly.

Thinking about the clean and neat gaps in the throats of the four people, they felt that their necks were getting cold.

What a beautiful and bold wound that is——

It was an extremely powerful opponent, and the result of taking it lightly would be death.

No one wants to play with their own life.

While cautiously climbing the mountain, they occasionally found the bodies of mercenaries under hidden trees and in piles of rocks. Without exception, they were all fatally wounded.

This brings a strong sense of fear to the soldiers - this kind of space is derived from the instinct of animals, the fear of potential dangers around them, and it is also an instinctive feeling of self-preservation.

The mountain wind blowing through the jungle and the birds and animals running around in the forest will make the soldiers' muscles tense.

They encouraged themselves from time to time: I am wearing a steel helmet and a bulletproof vest - and, with many of us attacking together, it can be said to be foolproof.

She was able to kill these people because these mercenaries were unaware of her existence, allowing her to take advantage of them.

Thinking this way, I became a lot more courageous.

Twenty-six people cautiously and fearfully climbed to the top of the mountain.

A small bungalow with a garden and a watchtower appear in front of you.

One of the soldiers in the lead took the arm of another person in his group and pointed ahead——

Outside the garden door lay the body of a mercenary.

He held the gun in his left hand and made a "forward" gesture with his right hand.

The first group of people took the lead, grabbed their guns, and walked quietly towards the garden gate.

Just then, two gunshots rang out——

"Bang" "Bang"——

Two gunshots were fired very close to each other, and the first soldier fell down without leaving any chance for the second soldier to react. The back of his head was thrown backward and hit the ground hard.

"Cover!" a soldier shouted.

The other twenty-four soldiers immediately used the wall to cover their bodies.

Then, they looked towards the two people lying on the ground——

Two bullets hit their eyes - the bullets were so powerful that they shattered the back of their skulls, and their helmets bulged in the shape of a bullet.

Brain matter and blood instantly filled the inside of the helmet. The narrow space inside the helmet obviously couldn't bear it, and the red and white solid-liquid mixture overflowed along the gaps——

It was actually a headshot——

What a precise shot!

Steel helmets are useless - they don't cover the face.

The remaining twenty-four soldiers couldn't help but feel chilled when they saw clearly that the two companions on the ground who were alive a moment ago were dead in such a tragic state.

This time, no one is willing to take the lead——

At this time, the walkie-talkie of a soldier who was responsible for reporting the battle situation rang.

The soldier huddled behind the wall and removed the walkie-talkie from his shoulder strap.

"Call commando, call commando, I heard gunshots? Did you see the target person? Did you succeed?"