MTL - Darkness is Coming-Chapter 611 The way of hospitality (middle) (third more)

Mark Katsunga looked at Tang Fei in amazement. At this time, the world in his eyes also changed quietly. Light and shadow lit up in the lenses of the black-rimmed glasses, and soft green lines enveloped Tang Fei and his assistant. At the secret door at one o'clock, there are two small red dots approaching. The intensity of the red light fluctuates regularly like a breathing lamp, which is eye-catching.

   "Oh, someone is coming to be a guest again." Tang Fei squinted to the rear.

   "This is?" Mark Kasonga asked in surprise, "You heard that voice too, you heard the same thing?"

"I have two ears, Your Excellency, and there is an earphone here." Tang Fei pointed to his left ear and said, "However, what we heard is still a little different. I am standing face to face with you. What you hear here is five o'clock, so what you hear on your side should be eleven o'clock?"

What does it mean? Mark Kasonga's throat is itchy. Could it be that the electronic sound coming from the earphones is not produced by the same individual? How can there be a situation where two logisticians are providing communications for a single agent at the same time?

   "13, 12, 11..."

There was no extra time for Mark Kazonga to ask questions, because the countdown that kept ringing in his ears did not stop. At this time, the two red dots at eleven o'clock were getting closer and closer, and gradually expanded, showing a human shape. contour.

   "Have you ever played a first-person shooter, Your Excellency?" Tang Fei asked as he quickly put the automatic pistol into Mark Kazonga's hand, and put a black ring on his right wrist.

  Mark Kazonga had never played a shooter, so when he saw a near-real arm appearing in front of him through the lens, he let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

This arm appeared out of nowhere, and Mark Katzunga knew that it was the lens on the bridge of the nose, but the arm felt too real to him, not like a plane projection on a movie screen at all, but like a real existence The object caused him to reach out and touch it subconsciously, but naturally he didn't touch anything, and his fingers penetrated directly into the "arm".

"This is 3D imaging technology, how about it, much stronger than the 3D glasses in the cinema? Cough, Your Excellency, please move your right hand holding the gun so that your arms and fingers completely overlap with the images you see, and then Pull the trigger." After Tang Fei finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly pulled up Mark Kazonga's left hand and put on a silver bracelet with a crystal nucleus inlaid on it.

The weight of an automatic pistol with a full magazine installed is close to 1.5 kilograms, and Mark Katsunga is old and weak. With his weak physical fitness, even if he holds the gun horizontally, he can't stop shaking, and he can't complete the aiming at all. After wearing the silver bracelet, there seemed to be a warm current flowing from the wrist to the whole body, bringing a long-lost sense of strength, so magically that his wrist stopped shaking.

He has seen so many unimaginable things in a short period of time. Mark Kazonga will no longer shout about this magical little trick. He moved his arm calmly and calmly, making the right arm holding the gun and The right hand completely overlapped with the impact he saw - at this moment, Mark Kazonga suddenly wanted to understand why Tang Fei kept moving his arm when he aimed at the door frame and fired.

   "3, 2..."

  The two red dots have become figures enclosed in two red lines, and several circles have appeared on them, encircling the vital parts.

   "Should I shoot?" At this critical moment, Mark Katzunga, who was completely unafraid of death, wondered, "What if I don't shoot?"

"1."

At the end of the countdown, the door frame was kicked down. At the same time, the black ring on Mark Kazonga's right wrist suddenly vibrated. The needle-like sensation of electric shock was transmitted through the skin to the wrist and phalanx, causing his right hand to become numb. The index finger automatically bends and pulls the trigger without receiving instructions from the brain.

   "Poof"

  The scorching bullet flew out of the gun chamber, passed through the long and narrow silenced tunnel, and got into the forehead of an assassin outside the door, causing him to fall silently.

   Just as the gunshot rang, the virtual arm that Mark Katsunga saw changed slightly, its position was adjusted, and Mark Katsunga's wrist was deviated from it due to the recoil of the gun.

"Puff puff"

  In desperation, Mark Kasonga fired again and again, adjusting the position of his arm and wrist while firing. Two of the three bullets hit the second assassin, one hit the thigh and the other hit the neck.

   "Plop, plop"

   fell to the ground twice in a row, two MPi-KM-74 automatic rifles strapped to the slings were pressed under the corpse, and bright red blood spurted out, dyed on the expensive handmade blanket. Mark Kazonga stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground. After a while, he looked at the automatic pistol in his hand and the two bracelets on his wrists. He still couldn't believe the fact that this was happening. I want to slap myself to see if this is a dream.

"A hostile target approached at seven o'clock, the number was three, with automatic rifles and white phosphorus grenades, and a hostile target approached at three o'clock, two in number, holding a submachine gun, model PP-2000, the expected contact time was the same, contact Countdown to 17, 16, 15..."

"Tsk, I'm smart, and I know that I have to attack from two directions at the same time, but why can't I learn to feint and cover the main force? To be honest, the local military commander in Malawi may even be half-blind. I can’t compare to any of the war correspondents in the world. Oh, sorry, I have to get my glasses and bracelet back.” Tang Fei smiled apologetically, stretched out his hand to take off the glasses from the dumbfounded Mark Kazonga, put them on the bridge of his nose, and then The bracelet was removed again, but the invisible earphones were not removed.

   When Tang Fei put on the two bracelets, Mark Kazonga heard the countdown to "5".

   "Get down." Tang Fei suddenly shouted.

Mark Katsunga's face was dull and unresponsive. The white reporter holding the camera jumped to the side of the sofa, pulled him up and pressed him to the ground, while Tang Fei strolled leisurely, walked to the bookshelf and stood still, before he stopped. At the moment of stepping down, there were dense gunshots outside the two doors at the same time.

   "Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"

  Sawdust and dust were scattered everywhere, bullets spilled in like broken stones that cost no money, and both doors were punched with dense holes, crumbling.

Mark Kazonga was pinned to the ground by the white reporter, unable to move. With all his strength, he could only raise his head slightly. He saw Tang Fei standing unharmed in the riddled room. Behind his waist, he took out two mini Uzi submachine guns, threw his arms out neatly, and pointed the two muzzles at the two doors.

   "Da da da da da da da da da"

  The battle is over.