It must be admitted that some people live to sit in front of the piano and dance their fingers, and while knocking out the melody, they also look gracefully like artists; while others just want to turn the drawings deep in their minds into buildings that can last for hundreds of thousands of years, which will make future generations amazed. These people will rack their brains for their dreams to care about the dusty subtle details, and pianists may be sad about whether a note meets the entire movement; architects may think about a screw for a whole day.

Some people come to this world with talent, and everyone must admit this.

For example, Chekov.

In the dark night, when he parked his car next to the road on the weekend, he suddenly realized a problem. The problem was that the Russian brown bear who had just jumped down from the car was not on his body!

So, after stopping the car over the weekend, he wanted to confirm the danger of the matter, but when he turned back to see Chekov running wildly on the road...

The strong and powerful man seemed to have no idea of ​​the danger at all. Can you believe it? The moment he ran away on this road, he remembered many scenes on the weekend, including the joy of the architect standing in front of the great building he built; the pianist bowed on the stage to the audience standing and applaud the audience on the stage after playing a song; the general who was sieging the city and roaring on the wall in blood-stained armor when he grabbed a city.

The feeling and expressions in these pictures are different. The same is the feeling and pride of the initiator after the result is produced.

On the streets where nothing had happened, Chekov had already shown this satisfaction and pride in running. He was running in the wind, and he was excited every step he took. When he saw this scene on the weekend, he was wondering whether this bear was born to be a battlefield of bullets. It was a mistake for those senior officials in the army to put him back.

Is it a mistake...

Chekov didn't care at all. He admitted that he liked this tension between life and death. The police career after marriage, the distress of being unable to get along well with colleagues, the father-in-law's discomfort, and the wife's helplessness... it doesn't matter in this second.

This is an addiction, and Chekov knew this clearly. If there was no woman who had the tenderness in his eyes and softened him with tenderness like water to soften him, and the child who did not know his gender was hidden in his mother's belly. Chekov would leave everything and exile himself in this world where only life and death can be experienced.

Dada dada dada dada...

The gunshot of ak47 sounded in my ears.

In the ears of Chekov, this is the music!

At that moment, Chekov, who was running wildly, suddenly lowered his waist, stuck his whole body behind the wall at the corner of the intersection, and only poked his eyes out. At that time, he saw a bald man grabbing ak47 while looking back and watching, rushing forward. Behind the bald man, there was a guy wearing a black suit with his head starting to grow hair on his head, shooting across the street with an ak in his head. Then, behind him, a group of people rushed forward with their heads down and bent their backs. This scene was very similar to the scene of him leading the entire team to retreat after failing to perform a mission in Rwanda.

With just one glance, Chekov saw through those people's military careers. With just one glance, Chekov understood that these guys were very good at fighting and had no desire to fight.

Chekov's combat experience was so rich. Seeing the situation in front of him, he immediately raised his preparation level by one level. Facing soldiers and facing gangsters, he prepared with a very serious attitude, and at the same time, he took two steps.

three……

two……

one……

The machine gun finally rushed to the corner of the street and was about to turn along the wall close to the corner of the street. Then, when the sea was wide and the fish were leaping, the sky was high and the birds were flying, he saw that at the moment he turned around, a guy in a police uniform appeared on the outside of his body, and the inside was the wall at the corner of the street.

In the moment when the two of them were intertwined, Chekov stretched out his left hand and grabbed the other party's left hand, carrying a gun, and then suppressed the other party's arm with his strength alone and forced his arm over to control the other party's gunman. The brown bear pushed his left hand forward!

The machine gun was directly attached to the wall. The opponent's power made him unable to escape, and he felt like he was being roofed by a construction vehicle by the wall.

The distance between the two was just widened, and Chekov pulled his right fist backward at this distance, just like pulling the bowstring of a bow with his own hands. Once this punch collapses, the machine gun will definitely lose its combat power. This is understandable.

Before Chekov's fist could be smashed, he suddenly felt that the force of pressing the opponent with his left hand was a little relaxed. Then he felt that the guy who was squeezed by him seemed to be rubbing against the wall with this suppression force. At the same time, the guy turned around and moved his right hand, swept over with a punch.

bump!

Chekov, who turned his head to the left, watched the other party turn towards him from the direction of the face wall, and his right fist swept across his chin and was still tilted to the side under the inertia of the street lights, while his left hand was pinched and stuck near the right waist eye.

If anyone changes, the punch will be beaten back two steps, and let go of your hands to cover your cheeks in the pain.

Chekov actually felt excited after being punched. The pleasure of burning blood began to surge again because of the increase in the opponent's level. He could feel the desire that could not be suppressed while the blood was flowing faster.

In battle, he longs for a battle of the same level and can experience the pleasure of life and death.

call!!!

Chekov pushed his fist out. At this moment, his opponent's level was instantly upgraded to the level of special forces. A soldier with only military background could not have such quick reaction ability and counterattack ability in the face of crisis.

Chekov couldn't control the force of this punch. He only knew to concentrate all his strength on his entire body, kicked the ground with his feet and tightened his legs as support, and slightly transferred his waist to upload the strength of his whole body. When his shoulders swayed, the huge fist rushed down like a breaking hammer that reached the highest point.

null!!!!!

The machine gun was completely in despair. Before the pain had occurred, he was hit by this powerful force for the first time in his life, with his feet blown away from the ground with his feet, and then he hit the wall behind him hard.

Click.

Under the push and squeeze of this force, the other party grabbed his hand and dislocated it. At that time, a feeling of stuffiness came directly from his chest. The machine gun was stuffy and suddenly widened his eyes. His whole face turned red. He slid down the wall little by little under incredible trembling...

"Drink..." The voice that wanted to shout like a phlegm but could not shout it showed a very helpless miserable feeling. But the sound was not over yet, but what was connected was... a darkness in front of me was coming!

He didn't feel the pain, and he was already fainted.

Seeing his opponent fainting, Chekov let go of his hand and let him fall, he disguised the firmness of the rock on his face. He was so cute that he kicked the machine gun with his feet: "Oh?"

He was not satisfied!

Under the street light, Chekov, the brown bear, stood as majestic as a mountain in the police uniform that was more than one, while the machine gun lying on the ground leaned against the wall without any reaction. At that time, his shadow just covered the machine gun.

This is Chekov. The meaning of fighting to him is completely different from that of others. Fighting is a choice between life and death for others. Chekov is the only way to light up himself in a terrible real society!

bump!

The shooting was on the weekend. The moment he got out of the car, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the detective who was suppressing the car with a machine gun and pulled the trigger.

These guys are so easy to recognize, so they don’t have to tell whether the man who was suppressed by a machine gun in the back of the car on weekends was carrying a police officer’s certificate, and they could directly aim at the man whose hair had just grown on his head.

The gunshot reminded Chekov. When he bent down and picked up the ak and squatted on the street corner to observe the situation, he happened to see a man aiming for the weekend at the door of a Mexican restaurant. After the other party's short shot, the guy adjusted the gun directly opposite and shot again at a Beetle classic car full of bullet holes.

Chekov had no choice. He had to use the extremely reliable but extremely poor accuracy ak47 to knock out the Mexican in front of him, and the distance between him and this Mexican exceeded 150 meters.

The ak47 is a firearm that even military fans know about its performance. Kalashnikov decided to develop the ak47 because its reliability is too low than the battlefield after being injured. In order to improve the reliability of the firearm, the ak47 was sacrificed by the accuracy that ordinary machine guns should have. The gun's muzzle rise when it was fired is the best in the world. If you want to play with this most popular firearm in the world, you need to have enough familiarity with the firearm and absolute control over the firearm.

Just so happens, Chekov has both of these points.

At the corner of the street, Chekov took two steps back, then rushed out with a quick step. He chose the tactical action of fish jumping forward from the distance between the street sidewalk and the cars parked on the roadside, that is, he rushed forward at a low altitude, supported the ground with both hands, and at the same time, his previous rolling posture quickly rushed through the dangerous area.

These tactical actions were a piece of cake for Chekov. He had completed it almost in the blink of an eye, and the whole action was over. Chekov was squatting in the butt of a red car near the side of the road with an ak47. The Mexican desert ant holding a gun was suppressing the weekend and another detective, almost saw a figure rushing out of the street corner in the aftermath, and then he could no longer find the other person in his sight.

At that time, the Mexican man held a gun and aimed in the direction where Chekov might have appeared under subconscious reflection. With this tactical action, the Mexican bald man knew that he had encountered a master.

Da da da da da!

Scream!

The gunshots came again at night. When the Mexican bald man was still looking for Chekov's figure, the car not far away in front of him suddenly exploded with several gunshots. After the car in front of him shook violently, the front position quickly turned to one side.

At the same time, Chekov instantly stood up on the side of the car on the side of the road, and the ak47, which was brought to his chest and pressed against the shoulder hole, floated with him to a place that was obviously higher than the body of the car.

Da da da da da!!!

Three shots.

After Chekov shot these three shots, he immediately ran forward. He didn't care about the other party's reaction or where the bullet hit. He almost rushed out more than fifty meters in one breath, and the whole situation was completely resolved by his two shots.

The Mexican no longer knew who he should suppress with an AK47. The detective, who was so beaten to the point of being unable to raise his head, grabbed the gap and popped his hand out without showing off and began to shoot aimlessly. At this weekend, he squatted near the front cover of a car and pulled the trigger. The sound of the pistol guns of the "touch, touch" kept disturbing the Mexicans, forcing the Mexicans carrying the AK47 to squat down to avoid bullets for the first time after rushing out of the restaurant.

What he was afraid of was not the two pistols, what he was afraid of was the man who completely resolved this suppression situation after only two three-point shots.

Chekov's comprehensiveness on the battlefield was surprising. He was not only able to fight alone, but also able to integrate into the collective when the entire situation reached the most dangerous level, and turned the tide!

Under the night sky, Chekov, who had not stopped, continued to move forward. When he and the Mexican man blocked at the entrance of the Mexican restaurant were only about 30 meters apart, the bear made another shocking move! He actually lowered his body and climbed onto the trunk of a car, and lay down on the trunk without making any noise!

At that time, a Mexican man holding a gun appeared in front of Chekov, and he lay on the trunk of the car and poked out a deadly black hole.

Da da!

Two bullets were fired. At the same moment, the Mexican, who was squatting there for a while, suddenly turned his head in horror. He stared at the Russian face in a black police uniform, and was already the last second he had survived in this world.

Puff, puff!

Two blood mist burst out from his left chest, and his body squatting there suddenly fell backwards. The gun held in his hand suddenly sounded. The sound of the "da da" cut through the night sky and hit countless sparks on the body of the car in front of him, proving the disappearance of a life.

He wanted to fight back, but his body movements did not keep up with his brain thinking, and the 30-meter chest target was not difficult for Chekov, who was holding an ak47.

two.
Chapter completed!