I'm curious if all the militiamen on this floor went to the underground theater to watch a show. I didn't see any armed militiamen on this floor. Some of them were girls who escaped from below and some naked people.

I was mentally ill. Among these figures, I carefully looked for the fleeing militia manager. In fact, it was easy to find him. His footsteps were the noisiest sound now, and his leather boots made the wooden floor creak.

Crunch. As long as I run a little faster, I can catch up with him.

Soon, I watched his figure disappear from the grand staircase on the second floor of the mansion.

However, I don’t want to rush forward so recklessly now. Now I don’t have any armor that can withstand the bullets of these standard firearms. Even if I have them, I probably can’t stop them. Fortunately, during the chase, I

I found the interrogation room that poured cold water on me before, and my original equipment was placed in it.

I hurriedly put them on and carried the 79 submachine gun behind my back. Just when I looked at the parliamentary communicator on my previous backpack depressedly, I realized that that thing had been taken away. It was most likely the joker.

When it comes to things, he always has a way to find his property, and ensures that he will not panic when handling things.

There is still not enough time, especially after catching up with a man who walks crookedly. Killing him directly would not make me feel proud. I said that I really want to cut off his head, but I am not a devil, so

Not some monster.

So, let’s leave the conversation part to the joker.

I grabbed the gun and caught up to the second floor. In the wide corridor on the second floor, I was really shocked by the scene layout. It was filled with pool tables, wooden tables and chairs, and even rotten wardrobes and abandoned burglar alarms.

There are doors.

Then, I heard a loud whistle coming from the end of the corridor. This was some kind of signal, I thought to myself. Just when I was looking for a bunker and getting ready to fight, by chance, the enemy just broke out of the room.

, holding the gun and shooting at the position where I was just now.

Wasting bullets is not a good habit. Before these militiamen received training, they were limited by the firearms management regulations in Southern Africa. They used to use semi-automatic firearms for training. Now that they have robbed the military property, standard weapons and fully automatic weapons will really

Will you get used to it right away? I guess this is the first time for some people to come into contact with these firearms.

So I lowered my body and quickly ran out of the wooden bunker. This kind of wooden wardrobe and table could not stop the attack of standard warheads. These warheads could even penetrate thin cement walls easily, let alone these pressurized wooden boards. Then I moved

Bunker, use cement walls and marble pillars to walk and shoot at the same time.

It was not easy to fight in the dark corridor. But due to the flames of their shots, I was able to accurately know their location. You know, they didn't know my current location at all!

After finishing two magazines of 79 submachine guns, the battle ended. Even the victory of the battle came so easily. I didn't need much effort to deal with them. These people knew how to stand at one point and look at

I suppressed the target when I couldn't reach it. I didn't take the risk of shooting until all the bullets in the magazine were empty.

However, there are only three of these rebel militiamen blocking the road. If there are more people, I may not be able to defeat them. When my vest and helmet are almost damaged, I don’t want to directly hit these blind people.

Standard bullet.

Passing through the corridor, I went straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass hall. The hall was decorated in a simple and fashionable manner. Outside the glass was an open-air balcony, and the ripples of the swimming pool outside were shining in the moonlight.

But I didn't see the shadow of the militia manager.

"Now you have no place to go! You scared of death!" I cursed into the air.

"Do you really think you are powerful? Do you really think bullets and violence can make you invincible? Naive! Boy! I warned you, you have lost your chance!" He hid in a certain room,

He yelled at me at the end of the corridor.

I walked to the open-air swimming pool hall of the mansion and looked out at the dark night through the floor-to-ceiling glass. "You are scared! Come out! Let the two of us solve this damn thing! Bastard!" I said.

"Afraid? Why?" he said. The vague voice caused the position of the sound to change. I heard him move to the other side, so I held the gun and looked at the hall warily. At the same time, I raised my ears.

Listen to the rapid footsteps.

"Because you are isolated and helpless, what you do is only for yourself!" I shouted towards the empty hall. The thin dark clouds shined through a trace of moonlight, and the marble guardrail became particularly beautiful under the moonlight. At the same time, like this

The scene also made me even more nervous, because behind a certain marble pillar, someone was staring at me closely.

It was too dark in the hall, and my vision relied entirely on the moonlight. If there was no light source to guide me, no matter how many bullets I fired, it would be a waste. I would not dare to shoot randomly if I could not find the target.

"I am thinking about the people of Southern Africa! If the United Parliament had not enacted this so-called blockade order, we would not have ended up like this!"

"That's your wish! Not us!" I condemned him, "You are just using your own power. These people can obviously survive together!"

"I don't mean that, kid!"

"No! You are thinking too much!" I gritted my teeth and pointed the gun at any place where someone might be hiding. "Stop! Tell me where the Supreme Father hid the module and return it to the United Council, and we can return to normal.

Life!"

I fell asleep and immediately heard him laughing in the dark. The laughter seemed to be mocking my naivety and was full of sarcasm. I looked around and confirmed that there was no one in the hall.

I don’t know when he changed his position again and said to me who was exposed to the moonlight:

"You have no idea, the United Council is squeezing us! We don't need to listen to these imperial politicians, we need freedom!"

"Fuck freedom! What nonsense! Look what you have done! You ate those civilians alive! You imprisoned the people! You are discriminating against the races of the northern empire!" I cursed towards the darkness, and fiercely

He fiercely refuted his preaching.

"Stupid! It's simply hopeless! You will never wake up if you continue to live under the oppression of the empire!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come out and die!" I said, stamping my feet eagerly.

"Since you want to die so much, I will help you!"

Suddenly, I felt something coming out from behind me quickly. I turned around quickly and shot half a round at the black figure's waist with the gun in my hand. The gun flames and firelight made me see the black figure.

Shadow's outline: That's a big guy.

The bullet seemed to have hit something. Even so, the bullet couldn't stop the big guy from running towards me.

"Go to hell, boy!"

That big guy was the manager, I could tell, but he was wearing a heavy helmet, and his voice was blurry when it came out. Just when I was still surprised that the bullet attack was ineffective, he had already bumped into me.

into his arms, and knocked me against the large floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind me.

"Clang!"
Chapter completed!