"Over there!" The one with the better ears in the team pointed to the direction where the gunshot had just been fired. Someone looked over and saw a head of blond hair floating past, and disappeared without a trace before he could take aim.

"Keep going." The man who looked like the team leader swallowed and waved to a few people. The team leader had to listen to what he said, and the three people reluctantly followed him. Seeing this posture, the team leader didn't care.

You can't rely on others to be the vanguard, so you can only walk at the front of the team. As for the previous vanguard, as we said, he has expired.

The four of them walked again in the aisle where decoration materials were piled up. The team leader in front of them also learned the lesson this time. He no longer stared at the floor like he was waiting to pick up money. His eyes scanned back and forth like a scanner, taking care of him as much as possible.

When they arrived at a larger area, the other three people were now at a loss. There was more than one sniper here. This was the consensus. But should they beware of the booby traps that seemed to be everywhere, or should they be careful about this elusive person? In their hearts

I lost my mind. I stared at the bottom of my feet for a while, trying to see if there was a trip wire or the square box of a broadsword under my feet. After a while, I didn’t know what I heard, and I suddenly raised my head and glanced around, trying to figure out where to go.

The gunman who was staring at them was found in that dark corner. The entire team's progress was slowed down, and the stairs that were only about ten meters away felt like hundreds of meters away.

"There's someone!" The person in the back row screamed, the muzzle of the gun flashed, and the bullets lined up in that direction. A head of beautiful blond hair flashed into the corner. The next moment, a cloud of smoke was shot out by the bullet.

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"Good job." The team leader nodded fiercely, and finally defended himself once. This is what everyone thought in their hearts.

Compared to the one here who was happy to have escaped death, the pretty blond girl on the other side was a little unhappy.

"12, they are too careful, I can't steal it." FAL leaned against the wall and patted the dust on his body.

"Then use the next trap." AK12's voice came from the earphones: "How many have we killed?"

"Five, the last team missed one, let me take care of the leader of this team." FAL's tone was very sure. She was not the kind of careless person. She checked the fallen leader again to confirm that he had stopped.

Had convulsions.

"Well, one-tenth... our traps may not be enough." After thinking about it for a while, AK12 said.

"Is there still time to decorate new ones?"

"What do you think?"

"Then... we can only maximize the effectiveness of the trap." FAL checked the gun in his hand: "Or ask the leader? He may have some good ideas."

"The boss has gone radio silent. I just sent him a message about the big fish taking the bait. There is no reply." AK12 paused and continued: "But his last message told us that we can do things cheaply and don't have to think too much. We just need to be careful about ourselves."

It’s safe.”

"Shall we begin?"

"Of course." There was a sound of a gun being pulled from the other side of the earphone. Then there was silence again.

The group of four people twisted around and finally arrived at a position where they could see the stairwell. They scanned the surroundings cautiously. Generally speaking, the most dangerous time is when the goal is about to be achieved.

, people will relax their vigilance. This team leader believes that such a simple psychology is understood by everyone, which means that there are more likely to be traps here than other places.

While several people were scanning around, looking for booby traps, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the alleyway in front, which seemed to be running. Several people were stunned for the first time. The vanguard was half-kneeling on the ground, with the gun in his hand.

He raised his head straight, his eyes passed through the ruler and crosshair, and landed on the alleyway ahead. He aimed at roughly the chest position, and the gun was set to fully automatic. In his hand was an AKM, the most common type.

As long as the 7.62mm bullet takes one or two rounds, it will definitely lose its combat capability.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and sweat appeared on the hands of the vanguard. His finger bypassed the trigger guard and gently placed it slightly away from the trigger. He did not dare to put his finger on the trigger.

, afraid that his slightly trembling fingers would accidentally touch the trigger. If he didn't have to come in, no one would want to fight in such a small space.

The footsteps rushed over without stopping, and the vanguard's nerves tensed instantly. When he came out, he first saw a strand of flaxen hair, and then a girl wearing black tactical equipment. Women appeared on the battlefield, this kind of

The situation full of contradictions made him instinctively stunned, but he still pulled the trigger. After pulling the trigger, he discovered his biggest mistake. He was aiming at the wrong position. At this time, his gun was facing the target.

There was nothing in the place where she stood. The girl rushed out with her body bent, almost close to the ground. Several bullets rushed to her chest and hit the empty space. The girl did not aim and pulled the trigger casually.

The flames from the mouth flashed continuously, and several bullets swept across at a very low height, grazing the leader's calf.

"Ah!" the platoon leader screamed in pain and was about to fire again when he saw the girl retreating backwards, rushing up the stairs and disappearing to the second floor. Her movement was three minutes faster than when she rushed out just now.

"Don't... don't even think about running away!" A person in the group shouted with a trembling voice. He no longer cared about whether there were trip mines or anything like that. His nerves had been broken by the silent environment and various sudden attacks. He was now

I just want to send this bastard who frequently harassed them to hell and spit on her corpse.

"Wait! Don't rush in!" The vanguard saw someone rushing out. He didn't care that his wound was bleeding. He stretched out his hand to grab him, but unfortunately his hand was too slow. The team member rushed along the alleyway. The total number of alleyways was

It was less than ten meters long, and he rushed to the end almost instantly. It was only faster than his usual running speed. In times of crisis, the human body will accelerate the secretion of adrenaline, which will speed up the blood flow and accelerate the transmission of ATP.

It allows people to gain stronger strength and reaction speed in a short period of time. But it cannot stop the spirit that has fallen into madness and the life that has reached a dead end.

"Pa! Ah!" A roar of iron and a scream sounded at the same time. The team leader saw a puff of smoke and dust rolling up. The team members who rushed out fell directly to the ground as if their legs had been chopped off, and screamed in disbelief.

A scream that sounded like a human voice. A large hunting trap appeared on his leg, the kind of trap that can catch large animals such as bears. Two rows of saw teeth clamped hard on the calf near the kneecap.

Several streaks of blood flowed down the calf, and just looking at it made me feel pain in my bones.

"The welcome mat has been triggered." AK12 whispered into the microphone.

"Received." FAL's reply was very small, and there were some small sounds, as if he was pulling something.

"Hold on! We're here to save you!" The two people behind rushed forward one after another. No more people could be killed no matter what. This was the consensus they reached at this time. The person in the head had just rushed to the person who fell to the ground.

When he was next to someone, he found that this position was just right so that he could see the end of the stairs. At this time, there was a person squatting there. She had a head of flaxen hair, but she was holding a rifle in her hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed here.

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"Click, click, click." The muzzle flashed. The person running behind suddenly braked and stopped. He hurriedly looked for bullet holes in his body. The person in front of him suddenly fell backward, with bullets on his chest and head.

A bloody hole. He twitched twice and then stopped breathing.

The vanguard glanced around in horror, moving their guns back and forth. This was of no use at all. It could only give him a little peace of mind. The string in their hearts had been broken. Real fear is never eliminated overnight, but
Chapter completed!