"Arrr!"
Upon seeing the short dagger in Jack's hand, the face of the black-skinned man turned more ferocious, and with a roar, he lunged forward with a machete.
The sharp machete could cut a person's neck like butter, so he tried to use the length of his weapon to gain an advantage in this battle.
But Jack, on the other hand, instead of facing his enemy head-on, tried to remain calm with his knife raised and slowly backed away.
As for the man with the machete who seemed to be half-crazy, he frantically waved his weapon forward, but no matter how he cut horizontally or vertically, none of his attacks could hit the mark.
This feeling of helplessness could play very negatively, so the black-skinned man shouted with an ugly face, "You damn son of a bitch, don't you escape!"
"You're so stupid..."
For this kind of low-level provocation, Jack only snorted coldly and completely ignored it, only dodging the opponent's attack and not responding.
Seeing that the other party ignored him so much, the machete man became even more manic, and his offensive became even more violent.
Looking at the knives flying in front of him, there was no tension in Jack's eyes. Judging from his opponent's figure, although he may have regular physical training, such a stupid attack could be seen without systematic training.
The opponent wasted so much energy, such an offensive could not last long. He just needs to wait defensively.
Indeed, after several minutes of continuous attack, Jack could clearly notice that the speed of his enemy's machete decreased.
The black-skinned man obviously also noticed that his physical strength was rapidly decreasing and he could suffer a loss if he continued like this, so he planned to take a step back and rest first.
But at such a perfect moment, how could Jack give him the opportunity to retreat? As soon as he felt his enemy's retreat, the dagger in his hand also began to swing rhythmically, attacking towards the opponent, showing the hidden power of his dagger.
Jack's sudden attack caught the black-skinned man off guard, and upon seeing the piercing dagger, he quickly swept it away with his machete.
Boom! Crack!
When the machete and the dagger touched, there was a clear sound of gold and iron, and sparks splattered.
After all, the machete still had the advantage of its size, and Jack only felt that the hand holding the dagger was numb.
But he didn't care at all, but continued to use his weapon, the dagger swung flexibly in his hand and advanced towards the enemy's chest.
Although the machete in the black man's hand had the advantage of length, it was extremely difficult to move it at such a close distance.
He looked at the approaching dagger, and suddenly an indescribable fear surged in his body, so he quickly stepped back to try to avoid it.
But his movement was still a bit slower, and the edge of the dagger rose along his left abdomen, cutting a hole of more than ten centimeters.
Immediately, a large amount of blood flowed out of this wound, if he hadn't retreated in time, the knife could have caused all of the opponent's internal organs to spill out.
Covering the wound that was bleeding continuously, the black-skinned man no longer had the fierceness of the beginning, but looked at the man who was his enemy with a terrified face, the fear of death making his body tremble continuously.
He didn't have the courage to fight at all, turned around and ran to the back, trying to escape quickly.
"If you come to kill people, you must know that those people can also kill you..."
Raising his eyebrows slightly, looking at the cowardly appearance of the other party that was completely different from before, Jack muttered to himself, walked a few steps behind him, took the rebel's gun and aimed it at the back of the black man.
Although he didn't have the energy to help shoot, his own shooting skills were not bad. After aiming for a while, he pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets shot out of the mouth of the gun, hitting the back of the black-skinned man who hadn't run far precisely.
Plaf!
Hit by a bullet from behind, the black-skinned man screamed and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust before dying.
But at that moment, a figure moved out from among the corpses and raised his gun, aimed at Jack's back, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Bang, bang!
Jack, who felt the strong impact of the bullet hitting his back, lunged forward and after turning his head, fired twice at his enemy.
Bang, bang!
After completely resolving the problem here, he breathed a few times and anxiously felt the condition of his back. Although it hurt like hell, apparently the bullets didn't penetrate his armor. Jack inserted the gun into his waist, then picked up a rifle from the ground and was about to support Emma.
But before taking a few steps, he heard several footsteps approaching quickly, leaned against the back of the bunker, and probed to check the situation there.
"Jack, it's us!"
Perhaps knowing that Jack might be nearby, one of those people shouted Jack's name.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jack felt relieved, then slowly came out from behind the bunker and looked at the approaching people. Emma, along with the other soldier and a few more people, approached.
"How are you, you don't look good!" Seeing that Emma was injured, Jack hurriedly checked her wound and asked with concern.
"Oh, I'm fine, I can't die from something like this...!"
Leaning on her teammate, Emma raised her head with some difficulty, forced a smile, and said, "Although I was shot, they all lost their lives."
As she spoke, she looked at a new sniper rifle in someone's hand and said with a smile, "It's not like I don't have trophies..."
After carefully observing Emma's body for a while and confirming that there would be no major problems in a short period of time, Jack let out a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, let's go now..."
"You're bleeding..."
"It's not mine..."
There was no time to ask how other people got here. He led some people to the side of two adjacent military trucks and said, "If you want to survive, you have to take the cars and follow us. We don't know what will happen on the way, so just focus on moving forward."
"Yes, sir."
Knowing that time was urgent, they didn't say much, just looked at the two trucks full of supplies and quickly got on.
When Jack turned the key, the engine of the military truck roared to life.
Jack gripped the steering wheel tightly, looked toward the closed factory gate, and floored the accelerator.
The vehicle moved forward slowly, then faster and faster, finally crashing into the less sturdy buildings of the factory.
Boom!
The violent impact caused the gate to collapse, overwhelming a group of rebels who were fighting outside, and then the car ran them over directly. As for whether they were still alive, only God knows.
After running out of the factory building, Jack had a clear view of what was happening outside now.
It can be said that the entire community area is a mess, with roars, screams, and gunfire mixed in. Rebels and soldiers of this place fought together. A jeep with a heavy machine gun between them, bullets were flying aimlessly, scarlet blood soaked a large area, and death became the only main theme here.
Such a chaotic scene reminded Jack of the chaos that happened a few months ago, and the situation here was even worse than that.
But after looking for a moment, he turned the steering wheel and headed toward the exit gate.
The military trucks advanced through the crowd in the face of flying bullets, crushing rebels, troops from this place, or any isolation barrier, all without slowing down.
The commotion of the two military trucks naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the nearby area.
Seeing the military truck running over everyone, the crowd turned their guns and began shooting wildly at the two vehicles.
Bullets crackled and hit the body of the trucks, and several bullets broke the lock, and the tarp that was still on the truck flew off completely, and the materials inside also began to fall out with the violent jolt of the truck body.
The cars came and went quickly, and the bullets soon couldn't reach the truck body. Naturally, the rebels and defenses of this place did not intervene. After all, the situation did not allow it, so people on both sides began to resume their fighting.
After passing through the last checkpoint that led to the gate of the outside area, Jack looked at the open gate in front of him, the expression of joy on his face was evident, and the last trace of worry in his heart vanished completely.
Although he did not know why the rebels suddenly attacked this place, he knew that there was an absolute disparity in the number of rebels and government troops.
Therefore, Jack understands that the soldiers in this place are here to cut down their enemies, to prevent them from taking control.
It can be said that this community was run by the military, so the Fireflies, having problems with the military, want to destroy this place somehow and take control. All of this, of course, is Jack's deductions