Joel took out the cross on his chest and kissed him. This was the lucky charm given to him by the white wife before leaving. No matter whether Joel was in Afghanistan, Pakistan, or even Libya, as long as he was on a mission, Joel would definitely take it out. After kissing the lucky charm, he would bring him good luck.

I remember when I was in that small country in the Gulf, a military plane was destroyed. Joel was ordered to follow the squad to rescue the survivors. What a fierce battle it was. Almost all the militants moved when they heard the news. Joel forced to open a bloody path with his excellent military skills and the unparalleled favor of God, leaving seven comrades in his arms and took the survivor back to the base. In this battle, Joel shot and killed a total of 113 people. He suffered only two minor injuries. After two weeks of rest, he returned to the battlefield. It is no exaggeration to say that he was a devil king who was a murderer without blinking.

This time, I was just here to hunt a few scientists who had no power to fight back. This seemed to be a bit useless to him. He didn't understand what his superiors were. An excellent professional soldier like him should be in the hottest places at present, such as Syria, Libya, etc. In short, the more there is a place to fight, the more he wants to go there, and that is the place where heroes can use it.

The abominable white colonel all said humorously that he was going to take a vacation, but he had no choice but to treat it as a mountain trip. However, this time, God seemed to no longer favor this battleground darling. From the moment he discovered the target, he always kissed the cross given by the white wife intentionally or unintentionally, and his mind was extremely restless, which was something he had never before.

First, I followed and lost one of the people. I saw three scientists together and injured one of them. I was about to complete the task easily. There was an earthquake suddenly. I watched three prey slip away under my gun, and I was almost swallowed by the monster-like hole. When I finally found their traces, I found that there were only three of them left. The other three disappeared mysteriously in the vast primeval forest.

After walking for a while, I felt an unprecedented pressure. This was the feeling I had obtained from the bullets. It was like someone aiming at me with a gun at any time, and my life and death were held in the hands of the person holding the gun. As long as that person was in a bad mood or his fingers were trembling, his life and death would be immediately called back by God.

This feeling is something I have never experienced before. Even under hundreds of people or hundreds of guns, there is no such feeling. There is only one word to describe this feeling, "terrible". Joel began to feel a little scared and had to think about whether he should come this time.

Joel kissed the cross again and warned himself again in his heart, "Be careful". Unexpectedly, the more careful he was, the more mistake he made. His feet had just landed on the ground. Based on his feelings, there was a trap under his feet, but before he could react, a thorn as big as a finger whipped hard on his face with a bullet-like whistle.

For a moment, Joel only felt his nose sore and his eyes were black, but he did not dare to act rashly. He had set up such mechanisms himself. Once he stepped on such mechanisms, if he moved randomly, it would inevitably trigger other traps until he put the person to death. The best way was to stand still and ask his companions to come and rescue him.

Joel knew that this was the most powerful thing about such a mechanism. The person who stepped on the trap was a bait. If someone had a gun in front of him, the person who came to rescue his companions would not be able to escape. He had set up such a mechanism himself and shot four armed rebels in one breath. The person who stepped on the mechanism was nailed to the ground by several other mechanisms, and his blood was dried up and killed.

Now I have also stepped on this trap. Moreover, the person who sets the trap seems to be more ruthless than me. The small tree strips he set are just surprising, which means that they only pay attention and dare not move around. But this guy actually broke his nose bone with one move, and there were seventeen or eighteen spikes pierced in his face. If he hadn't cared carefully, his eyes would have been almost gone.

Johnny and John were naturally also masters. When they saw something happened to Joel, they immediately searched carefully for other traps connected to the mechanism in their position. After a lot of trouble, they were surprised to find that Joel was only touching the thorn. Apart from that, there was no other traps in the mechanism, but just a thorn was sucked on Joel's face, which made Joel stand in one position for nearly forty minutes.

Johnny couldn't help but think that if his opponent was nearby, Joel had died at least ten times, and if his opponent was a good gunman, he and John would have died at least once. After all, they had done this many things, but this time it fell on his head.

Johnny and John were sweating all over, helped Joel out of the trap, found a relatively smooth place, placed Joel on the ground, and prepared to bandage Joel's wounds.

Unexpectedly, when Joel's butt hit the ground, it immediately bounced up like an electric shock. He covered his butt with his hands and jumped on the ground. Johnny looked carefully and couldn't help but curse in English. The place where Jonny sat down was full of wooden nails one or two inches long and extremely sharp-cut. When Jonny sat down, there were at least three more blood holes in his butt. It would be strange if he didn't jump up. The blood-stained wooden nail on the ground seemed to be the teeth in the monster's mouth. At this time, he was laughing at the three of them in a gloomy manner.

At this time, Joel began to get crazy. Before he could fight the "enemy" head-on, he was injured. Although it was a minor injury, it was extremely easy to get infected in this forest and would still kill his own life. Fortunately, he had first aid medicine on his body and would not let the wound ulcerate.

This time, my face and butt were scarred. The most serious thing was that my nose bone was probably cut off by the thorn. In a short period of time, I looked a little blurred. This was a fatal thing. Facing such a terrible opponent and bad eyes, wouldn't this be slaughtered by the opponent?

Johnny and John hugged Joel desperately, preventing him from struggling too much to avoid excessive blood loss. They didn't dare to sit on the ground. They looked for a big tree under the ground and saw a piece of tree roots exposed on the ground. There should be no problem on it.

Johnny went to check it carefully, threw a stone over, hitting the root of the tree, bounced back to the ground, and then stopped. Everything was normal. Looking at the surrounding environment, no one had ever come. Johnny felt relieved, so he asked John to put Joel on the root of the tree and sit down.

Joel had an injury on his butt, half-sitting and leaning on the root of the tree. John opened the first aid medicine box and began to clean Joel's wound. Because he was not very easy, John changed direction and stepped on the root of the tree. The step didn't matter. He heard a slight sound of "knocking". A big wooden stick as thick as a bowl on the ground behind Joel rose from the ground, and with a "bang", it hit Joel's shoulder firmly. John saw the opportunity quickly and escaped by chance.

However, Joel, because his face was full of sharp thorns and three blood holes in his butt, was deaf because of his premature pain. He saw John in front of him in a vague way, and suddenly shrank to the side. He could only hear John scream in his ears. An extremely huge force hit Joel's back. He fainted when he saw him in his eyes.

When John came to his senses and came to see Joel, Joel was knocked out of nowhere. It seemed that if Joel's left shoulder bone had not been comminuted, at least several cracks would have been cut. It was estimated that within three or two days, if he wanted to get a gun, he would not be able to do so.

This wasn't a big deal. John's feet had just retracted from the root of the tree. The root of the tree suddenly bounced up again, throwing Joel, who was sleeping, back to the ground full of wooden nails. For a moment, Joel, who was originally sleeping, let out a sharp scream, rolled over the sharp wooden nails like a nail board. Several blood holes appeared out of thin air. Although he would not die in an instant, his injuries were extremely serious.

John was stunned. Who is so unethical? He has fallen into traps one after another. Even if he is trapped by himself, although he is a little poisonous, he will never be so itchy and painful that he will not be able to mess around with people.

Although such a trap is not fatal, if you continue to play like this, you will die if you continue to play like this. But if you look closely, these traps, places and methods are all out of nature. As long as someone step on the first trap, they will step on them one after another, and people can't hide it. It's like a person holding a cup to collect water and drinking it. He must first collect the water and then drink it with his mouth so naturally. This is the most terrifying part of these traps. This may contain all the essence of special operations. With this, John knew that he might not be able to reach this level.

At this time, Johnny finally came to his senses. His group of people probably met another most mysterious leopard in the world, a leopard from the snow. Although he had heard of that leopard before, he had never dealt with them. In his impression, no matter how mysterious the leopard was, it was just a sick leopard, a toothless leopard without claws, and it was not worth talking about.

But now, in less than half a day, he was beaten to pieces without even seeing the other person. It seemed that the other person had not yet murderous intentions, but was just teasing himself slightly.

Fortunately, after only putting several traps here, Heimao immediately took Zhang Can and Ye Zi to "fly" away. In the eyes of Zhang Can and Heimao, it would be good to be stepped on. It was not because of their fear, but because Heimao wanted to anger them first and make them lose their minds. It would be easier to get rid of them when they were dealt with. After all, these foreigners are not easy to mess with.

But what he didn't expect was that Joel was really unlucky, and even if he was unlucky, he still asked Johnny John to pull him to step on the second and third strokes, so that Joel could not escape the last moment. This was greatly unexpected to Heimao and Zhang Can.

If Zhang Can saw this scene with his own eyes here, he might have been happy. Who told you to shoot randomly without asking, and almost reimburse me? You know, this is called retribution!

But for Johnny, this is a shame. Once upon a time, the famous water leopard suffered such a loss. If a mechanism or a trap was killed directly, it would be no big deal. If it falls, then it will be a pity. After all, they are all in this industry, and their skills are not as good as people, and no one can say anything.

But the person in front of him was clearly insulting people and insulting the famous water leopard. He could not swallow his tone. In any case, he had to find the damn, despicable, clawless and toothless sick leopard. Even if the water leopard died, he would also die on the road to charge and would never die on the road to retreat. Johnny's decision directly sent Joel, John and himself to a dead end.
Chapter completed!