War Paradise

When Lin Chi and Frankenstein and Crazy Ivan returned to the blood eagle tribe resident, Sam had already taken off his helmet and revealed his face.

The guy's black hair was tied into a bunch on the back of his head, a scar on his left eye was cut directly to the corner of his mouth, and a sloppy smile hung on his unshaven face, like an unowned wandering swordsman.

Despite having the face of a Westerner, this guy reveals the temperament of a foreign warrior. At this moment, he was sitting on the pile of corpses, looking at the pigs and rats eating in the cage with interest.

"This creature...interesting." The man codenamed "Sam Riptide" rubbed his chin with his hands, and his exoskeleton was covered with knife marks, as if he had experienced a fierce battle.

Hearing the sound of the motorcycle, Sam turned his head and frowned when he saw a certain blasting expert in a spacesuit:

"This is our comrade-in-arms, a mentally ill person?"

Just listening to the voice can understand that Sam is obviously very dissatisfied with Crazy Ivan. However, Lin Chi suddenly thought of something when he heard this guy's speech:

——Does this guy have mind-reading skills? Or did he meet Crazy Evan before?

As soon as he took off the helmet of the spacesuit, he heard the other party's words. Crazy Evan gritted his teeth at Sam and threatened: "You are slandering me, I'm going to call the police!"

"Come on, where's the police in this ghost place?" Sam said nonchalantly, stood up and walked to Frankenstein, bowed politely: "Welcome back."

"Yeah." Frankenstein waved his hand and took off the helmet of his protective suit, revealing his bandaged face.

Although there is no heating device, the daytime temperature of Mars is not so low. In caves with enough oxygen, there is no need to continue wearing protective clothing.

The four stood in the cave and looked at each other. Lin Chi looked at Sam and asked curiously, "Where are you from?"

"Brazil." Sam turned his gaze to him: "Is there any problem?"

"It's really rare for Brazilians to use this way of fighting." Lin Chi said with a smile: "The previous one should be'Drawing a Sword', right?"

Lin Chi, who had been singled out with a "nurse" who used Brazilian war dance in a military hospital, also has some knowledge of Brazilian fighting skills, but the dagger used by Sam just now is obviously not a common attack mode used by Brazilians. .

The tactics of suddenly drawing a sword to slash the enemy basically came from the "Ihe" of the Oriental samurai, and it was not a Brazilian tactic at all. And Sam also readily admitted, and said:

"My house was in the dojo. Have you heard of the'Rodriguez New Yinliu'?"

Hearing this name that seemed to appear in a comedy, Lin Chi shook his head. Sam seemed to think of something. He slightly raised his head to look at the rock wall at the top of the cave and said in a low voice:

"I used to be young and vigorous and made a lot of mistakes, but it made no sense..."

Although this vicissitudes of life is still feeling something, Frankenstein obviously has no time for sentimentalism. He just gave a simple and rude order to his entourage: "Get ready, set off tomorrow."

"I see." Sam nodded, reaching out and pressing on the handle of the knife.

Lin Chi noticed that something similar to a firearm was installed under Sam's scabbard, as if there was a magazine inserted. He didn't know what routine he was playing.

While thinking, the crazy Ivan's actions next to him attracted his attention.

"Stop playing bombs here!" he scolded.

"This is not a bomb, it's my gift!" Crazy Ivan was still arguing, but the plastic bomb in his hand was taken off, and the flashing red light on it was particularly eye-catching.

--Oops!

Seeing this scene, Lin Chi's heart was overshadowed for a moment. Needless to say, if the bomb explodes at this distance, they will all have to be reimbursed here!

Although the consciousness reacted, his body was a step slower, and the virtual body bound by the attribute value swooped over, but it was too late to touch the bomb!

——Does it end here?

The red light that kept flashing, the big words like "danger" kept shining in front of his eyes, just as Lin Chi planned to reduce the damage to his body by "holding his head and squatting," a more dazzling red light lit up in front of him.

boom!

At the moment Sam drew his knife, an explosive gunshot sounded in the air. The red-blade long knife hung around his waist suddenly popped out, and the top of the knife's handle hit the bomb directly, blasting the bomb that was about to explode. He had to jump into the air, flew out from Crazy Yiwen, and hit the stone wall 20 meters away from everyone.

boom!

The roar of the explosion hit from the rear, and the bodies of several members of the Blood Eagle tribe were blown into flesh and blood. The pig rat in the cage screamed and kept twisting his fat body.

"Are you using the thrust of the gun to draw a knife?" Lin Chi's eyes widened in surprise.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. This time Lin Chi finally saw clearly the way the other party was drawing the sword. At the moment the sword was released, the muzzle flame was definitely exploded in the scabbard of that guy!

It is the first time that Lin Chi has seen this kind of warfare through the wild thrust of bullets to achieve extreme speed. The scariest thing is that after flying the bomb with the hilt, Sam was able to grasp the hilt firmly and quickly retract the long knife into the scabbard.

——This guy's sword-drawing technique has definitely reached the highest level. If the "Knife King" accepts this entourage, I am afraid he will wake up in dreams...

But now, there are more important things to deal with.

Noting Lin Chi's dangerous gaze, Crazy Yiwen hurriedly put away the bomb backpack and explained: "I just pressed the wrong button! Really!"

"Go outside, don't come in without my notice." Lin Chi pointed his finger at the passage in front of the cave.

"Yes!" Crazy Evan ran out without even wearing his protective clothing, seemingly afraid that he would die in the wilderness of Mars.

Although this entourage was very accomplished in explosions, but due to his mental abnormality, he would occasionally come up with this kind of moth, let him learn a lesson, and also curb Crazy Yiwen's death behavior.

After dealing with Crazy Ivan, Lin Chi turned his head to look at the scabbard on Sam's waist, and smiled: "Are you good at drawing swords? How about teaching it to us when you have time?"

Hearing this, Sam's playful smile disappeared, and he frowned slightly: "Your knife has no soul. As for the master... there is no need to learn this."

"I don't like using knives." Frankenstein nodded.

For a downright pragmatist like Frankenstein, skills such as "drawing a knife and cutting" are simply a symbol of inefficiency. For close combat, a large-caliber shotgun is the right choice.

But when it comes to this, Lin Chi is still a little confused:

"What do you mean by saying that my knife has no soul?"

When he was in the desert, Sam also said similar lines. After Lin Chi asked questions, the vicissitudes of middle-aged man looked straight into Lin Chi's eyes and said:

"Your fight is meaningless."