"These guys are really slow to react. If they didn't want to see the treasure in their hands being taken away, why didn't they act earlier? This place is terrible. It's all bare and there's only a big rock here."
MDR spoke, half-crouched behind the rock as she looked at the mercenaries below who were looking up the hillside.
"If you don't want them to hide, you can rush out and take them all down. It's just right, there will be one less person squeezing in here." UMP45 spoke, taking her phone and sending a message to UMP40 while squeezing towards MDR.
From the way those mercenaries were just looking over here, if they wanted to fight, they would have rushed up long ago. Now they've been staying where they are, just waiting for the contact from the three guys above.
Unfortunately, one of the three mercenaries is unknown condition whether he's alive or dead, while the other two were knocked unconscious. Sasha, who was not very smart, is now lying motionless like the mercenary who was knocked to the ground by MDR just now.
UMP45 had no interest in the disputes among other mercenary groups. She just wanted to know whether they should continue to guard this place. If Renault had received the client, then they could go to the city to meet up.
"I'm not going out. Anyway, those guys haven't made any moves yet," MDR squeezed back unwillingly. While speaking, she looked at the drone controller in her hand. Those mercenaries were now staying in place honestly.
However, just after MDR finished speaking, M870 squeezed in the middle by the two stood up immediately.
"Here they come! Simonov and the others should be back!"
Looking at the rapidly descending air gunship in the sky, M870 also breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, she didn't have to hide behind that stone!
Ding!
"Ah!?"
M870 was stretching she body when she suddenly fell forward to the ground before she could be happy!
UMP45 and MDR in the same rock had strange expressions on their faces when they heard the sound just now.
Of course, MDR would never forget to take photos and videos of M870 and also took a close-up of the sniper who shot M870 in the back of her head at the foot of the hill.
The mercenary who fired the gun was also at a loss at this time.
He had no idea whether his shot just now hit the target or not. If he did, how could there be such a crisp metal collision sound? The most important thing is that there was a scream. He had never seen any human or doll scream after their head was blown up.
"Haha! Did you see that? The sniper's bewildered look is so funny! But the most important thing is that Miss M870 failed the mission assessment this time. Look at the dent on the back of her head. I'm afraid she will have to shave off all her hair to repair it. If there is no spare material at home, a certain doll will only be able to maintain the appearance of a bald head!"
"Hiss! It hurts! It's really dented!?"
M870 lying on the ground also came to her senses at this time. She touched the back of her head with some disbelief and found that there was indeed a not-so-obvious dent...
When she thought of what MDR had just said, M870 was about to cry.
Who knew that those mercenaries would suddenly attack her when she stood up!?
It was clear that they had been at peace for so long before! Why did she get beaten as soon as she showed her head here!?
"Hey! Hey, UMP45! Look at that little expression! This photo should be very popular! I wonder if G&K has remade an M870. If that girl sees this..."
"No! No!"
Looking at the unusually synchronized smirks on the faces of MDR and UMP45, M870 blushed and screamed in shame and anger.
"Oh? Did you get beaten? Hey! How many people are there to be killed?"
Before Simonov stopped the gunboat, Executioner jumped out of the cabin first.
It's not that they happened to meet, but Executioner wanted to follow them at first, but heard that there was unlikely to be a fight this time, so she didn't follow them.
But since Simonov said that someone else had come and there was no request, she naturally took the lead!
And looking at the appearance of M870, it was obvious that she was beaten.
Look, there is a big bald spot on the back of her head. The difference between the dark armor plate and M870's golden hair is so great that it is impossible not to see it.
"It's right down there, at the foot of the hill. Those mercenaries are there. Have fun," MDR raised her hand and pointed to the area below the hill.
Upon hearing this, Executioner subconsciously crossed the stone shelter and took two steps forward.
However, just as she raised her foot, Executioner raised the long blade in her hand to block the incoming bullets in front of her.
"Wow, you're quite accurate!"
Executioner stepped back and moved out of the opponent's shooting range. As she spoke, she looked around, walked to the crying M870, and picked up her bulletproof shield.
"Lend me your shield! I'll return it to you later!"
"Hey! Wait..."
Without waiting for M870 to say anything, Executioner had already rushed down the hill with a shield in one hand and a knife in the other.
"What the hell!? Where did this stupid doll come from!? Does she think it's still the Middle Ages? There should be a limit to looking down on others!"
Seeing Executioner rushing down alone, the mercenaries who had thought that the dolls on the opposite side would have a lot of reinforcements were furious. They no longer waited and watched, and they all leaned out of their respective bunkers and attacked Executioner with guns.
But these mercenaries obviously underestimated Executioner's sprinting speed.
For Executioner, it didn't even take five seconds to reach the small hill more than 200 meters away. Even if she still needed to raise her hand to block the bullets, it was just to prevent stray bullets hitting her.
The speed of these mercenaries' aiming could not keep up with her sprinting speed. One or two of them hit the shield in her hand, but it was a pity that they were just small-caliber rifle bullets, which hit the shield twice and made no pain.
Listening to the gunfire below, M870 wanted to take a look, but UMP45 had already dragged her onto the gunship.
"Okay, no need to look. The specific combat records can be seen after M1 Garand sorts them out. You are out now. Be prepared for the hell training after you go back."
Hell training...
Called over to help with Executioner, M3 was originally eager to come, but now when she heard UMP45's words, she couldn't help but start to worry...
And... Executioner didn't seem to need her help, right?
Looking at the imprint weapon in her hand, and then at the bulletproof vests on the mercenaries lying over there, M3 sighed helplessly.