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Chapter 216: Tragic Killing In The Dark Night! Mark Spector Rebels!

Night has enveloped the earth, and the sky tonight is covered with dark clouds, with no bright moon or stars visible.

39 kilometers northwest of Cairo, Egypt, the ancient Nile River course.

The huge construction site covering an area of ​​6,000,000 square meters was silent. It was rare that construction did not continue at night.

Several off-road Hummers drove out from the gate of the construction site and quietly headed towards the unknown village whose location they had found out.

In the first Hummer, Raul Bushman was sitting in the back seat, looking evilly at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window.

"There is an old saying in the ancient Daxia country. When the moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fires, tonight we will kill those unscrupulous villagers and the woman who knows our secret!"

"I have inquired clearly. There are more than 200 people in that small village, but there are less than 30 Mauser guns from the last century. Killing them all should be an easy task for the Polar Bear Mercenary Group, right?"

John Jonathan in the passenger seat turned his head and pointed at his itchy nose with his thumb.

"It's definitely no problem, boss. After tonight, this village will no longer exist in the world. I guarantee that not even a dog will be able to escape, and I will shake all the eggs for him!"

Hearing his straightforward answer, Raul Bushman showed a ferocious smile.

"Very good, very good. After you finish this job, I will arrange for you to have a good day when you go back!"

"The call girls at Uzman Hotel are very hot. Just don't make your legs weak when the time comes. Hahaha, those little girls are little goblins who can break bones and suck marrow!"

Obscene laughter rang out from the Humvee, and the mercenaries also heard the good news shared by the leader through the intercom. The howls of wolves spread from the carriage to the outside, as if they were the whispers of demons from hell.

Soon the convoy arrived near the small village according to the map. Under John Jonathan's order, the vehicle stalled and the mercenaries got out of the car in full force. They wanted to enter the village on foot to avoid alerting the enemy.

They all wear night vision goggles on their heads, and the infrared "363" image formed by far-infrared beam feedback is converted into a light image in the instrument's processor.

Not long after, everyone arrived at the intersection of the small village, and heard the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking.

"There are so many dogs. Mark Specter, take people to another intersection. Move quickly and don't give them time to react."

John Jonathan ordered in a low voice, and he spat bitterly.

Mark Spector, who has always obeyed orders, was hesitation. He never considered himself a good person, but he did not want to be a dehumanizing executioner.

In his more than ten years of mercenary career, he had killed many people, but they were basically hostile mercenaries or hostile soldiers. Massacre of civilians in a village had touched his bottom line.

Not getting a response from his capable man, John Jonathan snorted with a livid face.

Being embarrassed in front of his sponsor made him very angry.

"Mark Spector, answer me, soldier, to go or not to go?"

His hand touched the pistol at his waist, and the murderous intention in his heart was extremely strong.

Mark Specter gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't agree, he would die here.

"Sir, I'll go right away!"

He ordered a few mercenaries with whom he had good connections and led the team around to the intersection at the other end of the village.

When the reply came from the intercom, John Jonathan waved his hand and shouted.

"Go into the village and kill any living thing you see. Don't even let a dog live!"

"Gogogo!"

Not every mercenary has a conscience. A big man rushed into the village excitedly.

There are two mercenaries setting up machine guns at the intersection. Their mission is to block the road out of the village. If anyone escapes, they will find that this is also a dead end.

"Grenade!"

The squad leader of the mercenary team that entered the village gave the order, and the tough men pulled out the tabs of the grenades with grins and threw them into the courtyard houses.

Bang bang bang bang!

The grenade smashed through the windows and fell into the homes of sleeping villagers.

boom!

Boom!

Explosions came one after another, and balls of fire briefly illuminated the village.

The villagers who were lucky enough not to die in the explosion looked at the mutilated bodies of their relatives in grief, and screamed inhumanely from their throats.

"No, Larna, Havery!"

"Run, run, a rebel army has entered the village!"

"My child, come on, please save my child!"

For a while, the screams and roars of men, women and children in the village resounded through the sky, but what they attracted were only cold bullets, which penetrated their bodies and took their lives.

The villagers deep in the village woke up from their sleep, picked up their weapons and lay at the windows to look.

Men with guns quietly climbed up the walls, trying to fight back against the enemies invading their village.

Unfortunately, the clouds were so thick tonight that the mercenaries in the darkness could not be seen with the naked eye. Instead, the mercenaries' night vision devices easily spotted them.

bang bang bang!

The head of the villager lying on the wall exploded, and his body fell heavily into his yard.

In the only building in the village, Peter Allauna climbed up to the second floor with his daughter Marlene Allauna in his arms, turned on the searchlight on the roof, and the thick beam of light broke the darkness of the night.

She looked at the dilapidated walls exposed to the light, and the mercenaries who were still killing villagers everywhere, and her deep-seated hatred and remorse bit her heart like a poisonous snake.

"Marlene, hide in the basement. I didn't tell you to leave!"

The archaeologist and environmental protection expert was furious like never before. She wanted to stop the atrocities of the mercenaries. After watching her daughter go into the basement, she yelled loudly with a loudspeaker.

"All the villagers who are still alive, take your guns and join me here. We will kill all these demons to avenge our loved ones!"

The sound star turned on the loudspeaker to the maximum, spreading her hateful voice throughout the village.

Villagers holding guns hunched over, dodging the flying bullets, and ran towards the building.

The mercenaries naturally found out when the lights were on, but the villagers who had witnessed the tragic death of their relatives rushed towards them bravely, even if they only had ridiculous stones in their hands, they still wanted to smash them at their enemies before they died.

When human beings are not afraid of the threat of death, the power they can unleash is beyond imagination.

With the light of the searchlight, the mercenaries had nowhere to hide, so they had to dodge the stones, steel forks, and javelins thrown by the villagers. They didn't want to die under these ridiculous weapons.

"Sniper kill that damn searchlight!"

John Jonathan at the entrance of the village was furious and roared on the intercom.

In just a moment, the villagers with guns had climbed to the second floor, aiming their Mauser guns and shooting in the direction of the mercenaries.

bang bang bang!

The shooting skills of the villagers were surprisingly accurate, so that the mercenaries dared not show their heads for a while, and the sniper was almost shot in the head. Fortunately, the bulletproof helmet was still strong and saved him.

"Boss, these unruly people are extraordinary. They look like veterans who have been on the battlefield. Their marksmanship is so accurate!"

The suppressed mercenary team leader reported through the intercom through gritted teeth.

John Jonathan was so angry that the polar bear mercenary who had been on the battlefield for more than ten years was crushed and beaten by the humble villagers with dozens of Mauser guns, and his face fell to the ground.

"Mark Specter, where are your team? Go and unplug that damn fire spot!"

He shouted into the intercom and wanted to rush into the village himself.

On the other side of the village, Mark Spector carefully avoided the attacks of the villagers. The hideous and distorted faces and the killing intent in his eyes made him upset.

The teammates were like ruthless killing machines, constantly shooting and killing villagers exposed in sight.

Although his conscience still exists, he is experiencing a difficult struggle in his heart.

Until he saw a mother holding a baby, and the infant child was beaten into a sieve by his teammates, he could no longer hold back the grief and self-blame.

At the moment, John Jonathan's roar came from the intercom, and Mark Spector cursed coldly.

"Go to hell you bastard, I'm a human being, not a beast like you!"

After making up his mind, he turned his gun and shot him black and white.

However, considering the friendship of more than ten years, the mercenaries who were shot only lost their combat effectiveness. Most of them were shot in the arms and thighs, avoiding fatal wounds.

"FUCK! Mark what the fuck are you doing?"

The teammates yelled and cursed, and were knocked to the ground without any precautions. They watched helplessly as the bastard who shot the black gun took away their weapons and walkie-talkies and tied their hands with belts.

Mark Spector ignored them, picked up a wooden stick and tied it to a blood-stained white cloth he found from a villager's house, and he carried the white cloth to the building with the wooden stick.

"Don't shoot, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing someone upstairs aiming at him, he strode to the back of the wall and shouted loudly.

The bullet grazed his heel and hit the ground.

Tentatively sticking the stick out of the wall, Mark Spector continued to shout.

"I'm really here to help you, I've already taken care of the mercenaries here!"

The villagers wanted to continue shooting, but Peter Allauna stopped him and looked towards the village on this side.

After a while, she really didn't see any other mercenaries, so she shouted in doubt.

"Raise your hands, don't touch any weapons, come slowly!"

Mark Spector bit the bullet and raised his hands, slowly walked out from behind the wall, and stood under the light of the searchlight.

"You saw that I was really helping you. Let me in quickly. If they find out that I am wrong, I will be very dangerous."

As soon as the words fell, John Jonathan's anger came from a bunch of walkie-talkies hanging around his neck.

"All soldiers of the polar bear, kill Mark Spector on the spot, this bastard has betrayed us!"

An enemy's enemy is a friend. Peter Allauna immediately ordered someone to open the back door and take him into the building.

Looking at the tall and strong man in front of her, she asked with some confusion.

"You are not in the same group, why are you helping us?"

Mark Spector smiled bitterly, and he felt that he was going crazy.

"I don't know, maybe it's my conscience. Let's not talk about it for now. I brought their weapons. You ask the villagers to replace the guns in an orderly manner. With more powerful weapons, we may be able to repel them."

He actually had no idea whether Raul Bushman had bought heavy weapons. If not, the strength of the two sides would be basically balanced.

Peter Arlauna's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he waved his hand to ask people to come in batches to replace the firearms.

After obtaining automatic rifles and submachine guns, the villagers fired more intensely, making it difficult for the suppressed mercenaries to reveal themselves...

"FUCK! That bastard at the head used his brothers' weapons to arm those damn villagers. Now their firepower is too strong for us to hit!"

The mercenary team leader on this side had no choice but to ask for help from John Jonathan. He wanted to eat the traitor alive. Just when he looked towards the building, his dodge movement was a little slower, and a bloody hole opened on his shoulder. hole.

Raul Bushman, who was guarding the entrance of the village but did not enter, was surrounded by low pressure. His anger could no longer be suppressed. He had not captured a small village for so long.

keep delaying

If so, Cairo will send troops over soon.

"John Jonathan, you must give me an account!"

"Originally I didn't want to make too much noise, but now your people have caused a lot of trouble. Go get a few rocket launchers from my car and break into that broken house and kill everyone within 20 minutes."

Someone!"

John Jonathan looked embarrassed and did not dare to say a word. He returned to the convoy with the machine gunner, took 5 rocket launchers from the car and rushed into Ganzi.

They avoided the beam of searchlight and quickly approached to a distance of 200 meters.

After loading the rockets, the three of them carried them on their shoulders and aimed at the building.

"Fire!"

John Jonathan roared angrily and pulled the switch of the rocket launcher.

Whoosh whoosh!

The rocket, which was more than a foot long, spit out tail flames and drew an arc towards the target.

Mark Specter heard the whistling sound and threw Peter Arlauna down in horror and shouted.

"Rockets, dodge quickly!"

Unfortunately, before the villagers could react, a rocket had penetrated the second-floor window.

bang bang bang!

After three violent explosions, Shockwave overturned the two people lying on the ground. Several pieces of shrapnel scratched their flesh, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

Peter Arlauna groaned, opened her mouth and spat out blood.

Mark Specter hugged her soft body, feeling warm and smooth on his arms, and smelled the strong smell of blood on his breath.

He turned the beautiful woman over and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

A piece of shrapnel, the size of which was not the rule in the palm of a child, was deeply inserted into her vest, piercing into the heart, so much blood gushed out and wet most of her body.

"Please, save my daughter, she's in the basement!"

"You tell her that mother can no longer protect her, and..."

She spoke intermittently, swallowed the bloody saliva with difficulty, and whispered weakly.

"There is a tunnel in the basement that leads to the foot of Mugaitam Mountain 5 kilometers away. You can escape from there.

After insisting on explaining, Peter Arlauna tilted his head and became completely silent.

The villagers who were still alive shook their heads and got up. Just as they were about to pick up their guns and fight back against the mercenaries, another terrible scream came from their ears.

Mark Spector was so frightened that he rolled to the stairs and rushed down the stairs.

Bang bang!

There were two more huge amounts of explosions, and the bricks and stones on the second floor flew across the wall and collapsed.

Rumble!

The collapsed building buried everything, and the howling villagers were crushed beneath the bricks and stones.

When John Jonathan saw the collapsed second floor, he threw down the still smoking launch tube in his hand.

1.8 "Guys, go in and find the traitor Mark Specter, and you'll see him dead or dead!"

"If it's best for him to be alive, I'll skin him alive and throw him into the brine so that he can't die without wishing to die!"

The mercenaries also held back their anger, roared and climbed over the wall of the building, rushing into the building with thick smoke.

They quickly searched the intact first floor and found no one or body.

The mercenary team leader waved his hand, and everyone rushed up the stairs, stepping on the scorching ruins, picking up corpses under the bricks and stones, and identifying their faces.

"TMD! I didn't notice it here. Could it be that the turtle grandson was blown up into a Zanda?"

"Keep looking for me. I don't believe he died so easily. He is one of the best mercenaries!"

"Or no, they're all bloody villagers, WTF!"

After searching for a long time, they found nothing. No one alive or dead, no corpses.

The mercenary team leader pondered for a while, looked at the first floor and gave a decisive order.

"Go to the first floor and look for a basement!"

The mercenaries returned to the first floor, spread out to search, and soon discovered the basement.

Looking at the still smoking tunnel entrance in the basement, the team leader sighed helplessly.

Worthy of being the strongest mercenary ever, Mark Specter risked his life and used a large number of grenades to blow up a section of the tunnel entrance.

"This bastard is really not afraid of death. Based on the geology near Cairo, such a simple land can easily collapse in an explosion!"

After receiving the report, John Jonathan smashed the walkie-talkie in his hand into pieces in anger.

He had boasted all the time to his sponsor, but now that he was not caught, he once again disappointed his sponsor.

"Bring me some underground cavity detectors from the construction site and follow the tunnel to find the direction in which he escaped. You must capture him for me!"

At the moment, he didn't know that Mark Spector was not the only one who escaped, but Peter Arlauna's daughter also escaped with him. .