The luck of not being able to do nothing is really good. As soon as I poked my head out, I was discovered by the terrorists who were closely following everything around me.

"He's there!"

With a loud roar, the gunshot rang out again. Fortunately, Cheng Kong lowered his head quickly, otherwise the bullet would have been directly on his head.

Most of these terrorists came from the battlefield, with extremely accurate marksmanship and are definitely not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

The banging sound of bullets colliding with the ship's side was constantly heard from Cheng Kong's head. He couldn't stay here anymore. Several stray bullets changed their ballistics after hitting the ship's side and flew out against Cheng Kong's body.

Holding the side of the ship, Cheng Kong used his hands together and moved more than ten meters along the outboard of the ship.

It happened that a terrorist rushed to the side of the ship, poked his head out and wanted to see where Cheng Kong was. The rifle in his hand had already been pulled to the trigger.

Cheng Kong stretched out his left hand and pinched the terrorist's throat and dragged it backwards. The terrorist then flew out from Cheng Kong's head and fell towards the sea. Of course, the terrorist's throat was crushed when Cheng Kong dragged it away.

At the same time, Cheng Kong exerted force with his right hand, and his whole body flipped onto the deck and hid behind an iron pillar with a rope.

Most of the terrorists were still firing wildly at their previous positions. Although some people discovered Cheng Kong who was flipping up, it was still difficult for one or two rifles to hit Zhongchang Kong.

When the guns in the terrorist's hands made another sound of empty collision, Cheng Kong jumped up and rushed towards the terrorist.

The man was in mid-air, and an arrow flew out, instantly penetrated the three human bodies, inserted into the deck and disappeared.

This is the power of a sniper crossbow.

The three terrorists were almost in a straight line, so Cheng Kong naturally would not give up this good opportunity.

As Cheng Kong fell into the crowd, a terrorist with two mustaches swung his rifle and smashed Cheng Kong's head without having time to change the magazine.

The sound of wind came from the back of his head. Cheng Kong smiled and waved the big bow in his left hand towards the back. The seemingly slender bow string that broke when touched immediately collided with the smashed rifle.

Seeing Cheng Kong using a big bow to resist his rifle, a mocking smile appeared on his face. When he smashed his gun stock, even a buffalo would be smashed, let alone this somewhat thin boy.

But as the bowstring collided with the rifle, the ridicule on the face of the beard was frozen on the face before it had dissipated.

The bowstring is like a hot knife cutting butter, and it easily cuts the rifle and then directly cuts across the neck of the mustache.

In a blink of an eye, the head of the mustache fell down, and a blood fountain spurted out from the neck, spreading out in the air, like a warm drizzle that enveloped everyone.

This, this, what's going on?

The terrorists who were sieging Cheng Kong with a rifle were stunned. How could such a thin bowstring be cut off the rifle and the human head?

Just as they were stunned, Cheng Kong took advantage of the situation and caused a bloody storm in the crowd.

Bang!

Cheng Kong took a step forward and punched a young terrorist in the chest.

The huge impact even made a protruding fist print on the back of the young terrorist, and the continuous sound of the ribs breaking seemed so crisp under the night sky.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out of the young terrorist's mouth, and there was a little solid matter inside, which should be the fragments brought out by his lungs being torn to pieces.

The mouthful of blood was directly blocked by the air wall outside Cheng Kong's body, and the blood flowed down the invisible barrier.

On the brightly lit deck, this scene naturally could not escape the eyes of those terrorists.

"I bought it, this is a devil!"

How is this possible if a terrorist feels his limbs are a little weak?

Is he a devil who is invulnerable?

"Kill him!" The terrorist leader had changed the magazine at this time and pointed the muzzle at Cheng Kong's back.

"die!"

Cheng Kong would not be polite to these terrorists. He bent his body and lay on the deck, using his limbs together, like a big gecko, and in a blink of an eye it slid to the terrorist leader.

Before the terrorist leader could react, he felt a chill in his lower body, and then he knew nothing.

In an instant, Cheng Kong used a bowstring to start from his lower body to his head, and cut it into two halves in one fell swoop.

Seeing the leader who had become two pieces fall on the deck, his internal organs and blood mixed together to form a blood pool, a young terrorist with hair on his mouth was suddenly overwhelmed by extreme horror.

His eyes turned red, and the light machine gun in his hand shot at everyone on the deck.

"Die! Devil!"

With the crazy shouts, only three terrorists lay down in time to avoid the deadly bomb fog. The other terrorists fell into a pool of blood after being caught off guard.

As for Cheng Kong jumping out of the ship's side again and hanging it outside, even if the bullet was airtight, it would not harm Cheng Kong at all.

Bang, a gunshot.

The hairy boy was shot by his companion.

"Fake Squids! Lance is crazy!"

"My God!"

After the three terrorists got up from the deck, they discovered the tragedy caused by the hairy boy, and they couldn't help but see each other.

That terrible devil killed many people, but the furry boy killed many of his own people with this flame.

Swish!

The familiar sound of arrows breaking through the air came, and the three terrorists were so scared that they lay down towards the deck.

But it was too late, and an arrow flew through the air and shot two terrorists directly on the spot.

In the end, the terrorist was a fat man, but he was not slow to do so. He used his hands and feet together. Under Cheng Kong's nose, he quickly ran back to the deck passage.

Cheng Kong dared not underestimate such a fish that missed the net. The previous lessons had already made him cautious.

Unless your body evolves to the point where you are not afraid of human firearms in the future, even if the enemy is a child, you cannot ignore it.

Cheng Kong took a few steps and chased the terrorist into the deck passage.

Although this cargo ship is not a big ship, the space under the deck is not small. Because he is not familiar with the terrain, when Cheng Kong caught up with the guy, the other party actually pulled out a weapon from a box and aimed at him.

When Cheng Kong saw the weapon, he felt that his soul was almost scared.

It was a single bazooka!

Grass, this is a killer weapon for a single soldier! At such a distance, in such a narrow environment, let alone Cheng Kong, even the Tauren may not be able to withstand the bombardment of rockets, right?

"Go to die! Devil!"

The terrifying fat man pulled the trigger with a look of horror and relief on his face. As a firelight erupted from the rocket launcher, Cheng Kong had already broken through the wooden wall next to him and rushed in.

Before Cheng Kong could continue to move, a loud bang came from behind. Cheng Kong had only time to lie down, held his head with his hands, and his whole body shrank into a ball, and with the smallest body area to welcome the upcoming shock waves and flame giants* behind.

The shock wave rushed over immediately after a loud bang. The two re-activated air walls broke instantly. Cheng Kong felt as if he had been punched hard from the back. The man was like a bowling ball that suddenly hit the wall of the cabin. A sharp pain came from the whole body, making Cheng Kong unable to help but open his mouth, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth. At this moment, a huge flame swept across Cheng Kong's body, evaporating and burning the mouth of blood into ashes.

The rocket exploded in the narrow cabin, and the flames and shock waves caused by the fire swept almost all the cabins around it, and it was in a mess, with wooden boards and broken wood and even some debris everywhere.

Balls of flames were burning around and began to slowly spread around.

As for the initiator, I'm sorry, launching a rocket at a location less than ten meters away from him is seeking death. The rocket turned the terrifying fat man into a corpse as soon as it exploded. The subsequent shock wave and even the giant flames* turned him from the corpse to meat sauce and finally into several pieces of coke.

"Ahem."

A cough suddenly came from the cabin that became extremely quiet, followed by a sensation of struggle. A human figure with a black body crawled out of the pile of broken wood and kept coughing.

This is Cheng Kong who survived the disaster. At this time, large areas of blisters were burned out of Cheng Kong's body, and the skin in some places was burned into coke. With Cheng Kong's actions, the skin that had become coke began to fall off one by one.

It was so sad that Cheng Kong got up, and his body felt severe pain and his body was weak. He almost fell to the ground and had to sit on the pile of broken wood.

Cheng Kong slightly examined his body and was covered with scars. In addition to the surface injuries, four ribs were broken, but fortunately they did not penetrate into the lungs. If that were the case, no matter how strong the body was, it would not last long.

The other internal organs were also often shocked, causing Cheng Kong to exert a little force, causing extremely severe pain in his body.

Fortunately, all the terrorists were cleaned up by themselves, otherwise, in their own condition, even an ordinary gangster would be able to knock him down.

Although there is a little mantis present, it will not be in danger of life, but that is too embarrassing.

"Little mantis, take me up."

Cheng Kong really couldn't move at this time and had to let the little mantis take him up. If he didn't go up, the fire below would be big, and the little mantis might be fine, but he would really turn into roasted bacon.

After receiving Cheng Kong's order, the little mantis lazily emerged from Cheng Kong's incomplete hair, and the previous various tosses did not cause any damage to it.

As the size of the little mantis expanded to seven or eight meters, the surrounding debris was forcibly squeezed away. Then a green knife light flashed, and a deck on it then collapsed, revealing a large hole.

With the giant mantis's knife arm hooked, he sent Cheng Kong to his back. With a slight bounce of his foot, the giant mantis came out of the big hole and went to the deck.

Cheng Kong fell from the mantis' back and lay directly on the deck, while the giant mantis began to shrink his body. When he reached the size of his finger, he jumped back to the top of Cheng Kong's head and squeezed into his messy and broken hair. After finally hiding his body, he fell down with satisfaction.

At this time, Cheng Kong could only lie on the deck and wait for Comrade Xi and the others to come, otherwise he would have to lie down for at least a few days before he could recover from some injuries.

The Shell fishing boat was already within reach of the naked eye. When he saw the freighter moving forward at an evenly fast speed on the sea, Comrade Xi frowned.

Did Cheng Kong's mission fail?

"Prepare for a strong attack!"

Thinking of this, Comrade Xi couldn't help but feel nervous. If that were the case, it would not only be Cheng Kong's life and death issue, but more importantly, it would make the enemy alert. I'm afraid it would be impossible to take the enemy without any damage.

More likely, even the task will fail.

A group of terrorists who were prepared and vigilant were a group of desperate people. It is said that these desperate people were veterans who participated in many local wars.

Among the members of the action team he led, there were still a few who had never seen blood before.
To be continued...