Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

At dawn.

A rescue paving hawk transport plane slowly landed.

SC Johnson and Jackson sat on a pile of rubble and smoked cigarettes, watching their teammates keep delivering wounded people to the transport plane.

SC Johnson’s neck was scratched by shrapnel, but fortunately he wore a helmet and was not crushed by the rubble.

The medic, like an animal, wrapped a green bandage with an iodine potion would be finished, which would make the neck hiss and itch.

Jackson didn’t, mocking Sc johnson for looking like a toad.

The two used their lives to gamble back the lives of a total of 22 people in the C3C7 team.

This battle is enough to be included in the army’s combat textbooks.

Vasquez directed the others to transport the wounded, chatting with Captain C3.

It can be seen that both of them like SC Johnson very much.

This boy has great ability and a hard life, if he continues to stay on the sea and land, by their age, he may be able to get a major.

The C3 captain simply showdown and wanted to make a deal with Vasquez.

“My wife can send you all the way, give me scoff, okay?”

“I still have a 56-year-old Dodge, aren’t you hungry for that?” I also hitched a ride, you don’t always lose money, right? ”

Vasquez chewed on the refreshing gum and glanced at Captain C3: “The beauty you think.” ”

After saying that, he looked at Johnson and couldn’t help but sigh.

SC Johnson was suddenly stuffed in by the head before leaving, and he was an intern who had to return to the old army after fighting this battle.

“Well, if only this boy were my man.”

“To give you the bottom line, he came from 141, you want?” Do you dare to want? ”

Hearing this, the C3 captain was stunned at first and asked, “Which 141?” ”

Vasquez glanced at him and didn’t speak, and C3 reacted with a long sigh.

“Mother’s old dog day Price, how come he doesn’t die yet?”

SC Johnson’s whereabouts are not something that a small lieutenant in Vasquez could decide.

In less than 24 hours, he had almost caught up with the Medal of Record.

Such a treasure, how can Price easily let go.

I’m afraid even Sheffield can’t keep him.

Skimming his lips, Vasquez shook his head.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from under the ruins of the hotel.

The crowd was shocked and immediately entered a state of combat.

“Combatants ready!”

At Vasquez’s order, the group immediately dispersed and slowly walked toward the location of the gunfire.

Two minutes later, the vanguard received news.

While clearing the battlefield, they found an underground tunnel at the corner of the first floor of the ruins.

There was an undead enemy hiding at the door of the dark passage, holding a pack of bombs and trying to pull a few more magnesium guys to die together before dying.

But the platoon leader was quick-eyed, and a shot hit the bridge of the nose, and the enemy had time to press the button.

Carefully removing the bomb bag and disposing of it, Sc johnson looked at the deep dark passage under the ruins, and his heart suddenly giggled.

The previous ominous premonition came flooding in again.

Sure enough, after a while, the teammates who had been sent down to investigate the situation came with news.

Like an ant nest, the tunnel is accessible and very spacious, accommodating three people side by side at the same time.

But the main road only opened for more than thirty meters, and the other dark passages were all blown up and blocked, and it was not known where to go.

And in a corner of the tunnel, there is a dark room of more than ten square meters.

There’s something very scary inside.

Climbing down the stairs, a team member handed SC Johnson a flashlight.

“Checked, no traps, but be careful.”

SC Johnson nodded, cautiously observing the darkroom with a flashlight.

The ground was littered with wires.

On wooden tables were laptops and paper documents scattered everywhere, and weapons and ammunition were stacked in the corners.

On the wall, a two-meter-long and wide map of the city hangs.

Seeing this map, Sc Johnson was stunned, and suddenly felt as cold as being poured from the head by cold cold water.

He recognized the cities marked on the map at a glance.

It was the capital city of the X kingdom where he was now located, only more than sixty kilometers away from Alassad’s lair.

But a map alone is not enough to scare SC Johnson.

He was surprised, on this map.

Paintbrushes of different colors were used to circle layers of concentric circles that spread outwards.

More than a dozen layers of concentric circles cover almost the entire city.

Next to each layer of concentric circles, two sets of numbers are marked.

One group represents temperature and one group represents the expected number of deaths.

Below the map, the wind direction changes brought about by the global climate are marked in English in different seasons.

This is a statistical measure of the impact of destructive power after a nuclear weapon explodes.

And the capital city, Alassad’s lair, is the center point of the explosion.

“Impossible…”

SC Johnson immediately sat down on the ground, staring at the map in front of him and muttering to himself.

Alassad was just a clown pushed to the front of the stage, a puppet.

Such a small person, where does the nuclear bullet head come from?

Besides, the main commander of this battle, Sheffield, dared to take the life of thirty thousand magnesium army soldiers and go to the table as a bet?

On top of that, Alassad was thrown to 141 by the Magnesium Guys to solve.

The guy with this kind of big killer in his hand, but let a group of nameless mercenaries quietly deal with it?

Shouldn’t it be so unappreciated?

Asked three times in a row, SC Johnson talked to himself, trying to find an answer to the past that he could say.

Because although this thing looks scary, it is only a map, and it does not represent anything without seeing the actual object.

The world has been at war for years.

There have also been many rebels of other forces, saying that they have warheads in their hands to scare others.

And the magnesium guys, who often use the other side’s large killing weapon as a reason for making soldiers, are about to become the default rule.

Thinking about it, SC Johnson furrowed his brows, trying to convince himself that it was just a map.

It’s just that feeling of ominousness in my heart, but it has been hanging on the door of my head, making SC Johnson almost breathless.

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