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Chapter 479: Wail

The gunshots were loud and the flying bullets landed in various places on the floor, shattering the wine bottles placed on the countertops, smashing through the thick counters, pillars, and even penetrating the human skull.

Johnny was hiding behind a pillar, with a cold and heavy expression on his face. All he could see were bullets flying by and objects broken by bullets, and the only sound that rang in his ears was the artificial sound of gunshots.

The Nether Dog sergeants and Kangtao security guards were hiding behind various bunkers like him, but it was rare to see anyone dare to show up and shoot.

"The military quality of these bastards is really high. The suppressed firepower has not left us any chance to breathe. If this continues, we will all have to take a break." Johnny murmured to himself.

At this time, he was holding a submachine gun and leaning against a pillar, he was about to stick his head out to observe the position and arrangement of enemy personnel.

boom.

A bullet accurately passed in front of his sunglasses, causing him to twitch the corner of his mouth slightly and had to retract his head.

"With such a fast reaction speed, I know exactly when I probe, and they also know the hiding location of our people. Are these bastards equipped with hackers to help lock them down?"

While Johnny was guessing, he raised his gun and destroyed all the surveillance cameras scattered around.

He thought for a moment, but still couldn't find an effective way to break the situation.

Although he is not a person who waits for death, one of the problems that has become apparent now is that the people on their side are not working together.

Nether Dog Sergeant and Kang Tao Security, both parties seemed to have their own ideas. One group of people moved closer to Hansen, while the other group moved closer to Xu Wanxue, leaving him alone as an unorganized loner.

, still don’t know what the next course of action is.

Should you continue to stay where you are and wait for the enemy to come over, or should you give the order and break the cup as a signal for everyone to stick their heads out and fight back?

Damn it, everyone is so cowardly that they might as well let me be the vanguard of this death squad!

After figuring out all this, Johnny's eyes narrowed, and through the reflection of the glass of the wine bottle not far away, he could barely distinguish the enemy's position, then opened the Sian Westan, ran sideways out from behind the pillar, holding a submachine gun.

Squeeze the trigger.

The enemy gunners obviously did not expect that an idiot would suddenly rush out in this situation. Most of their attention was attracted by the noncommissioned officers and security guards who were gradually approaching. They were unexpectedly caught by this sudden appearance without noticing.

The idiot was caught off guard.

The splash-like bullets shot out like raindrops, Johnny's sunglasses were rendered red by the fireworks, and the heads of the two gunmen closest to him who were cooperating with each other were suddenly shot into sieves, and they died and fell to the ground unconscious.

Well done - at this moment, he seemed to hear someone shouting praises in his ears.

However, the gunmen who reacted immediately fought back at Johnny, the firearms in their hands spitting out orange fireworks, but the person they were targeting cleverly hid in the cracks of time and hid under a counter as quickly as possible, and all the bullets fell.

Empty.

"The damn handsome guy was driven back in just three seconds. The teeth of these lackeys are quite sharp!" Johnny, who was leaning on the floor, couldn't stop complaining, and the counter beside him was hit by a bullet, letting out a painful sound.

The sound of breaking.

The gunfire gradually became intermittent, and both sides fell into a difficult tug-of-war, hiding behind each other's bunkers and occasionally finding opportunities to fire a few bullets.

The longer this stalemate continues, the more detrimental it will be to the gunmen.

So just when everyone thought the overall situation was decided, a terrifying force descended silently, like the sickle of death swung down invisibly.

The first victim was a ghost dog sergeant. He hid behind a sofa seat and was looking for an opportunity to fight back, but in a world invisible to people, a pair of terrifying eyes stared at him.

The control of the processor in his brain was transferred without authorization, and the data panel under the vision of the prosthetic eye frantically sent him pop-up warnings, but before he could figure out what was going on, his processing

The server is already connected to the "Internet" distributed around the world.

He was torn to pieces, and the prosthetics all over his body erupted with dazzling arcs of electricity.

The sound of wailing and pain spread and could not be heard without an end.


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