Greski glanced at the watch that was almost cracked, covered his mouth and dozed off.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The sound of empty wine bottles tumbling suddenly sounded in the silent apartment building. Gresky suddenly picked up the cannon and stared at the end of the corridor with wide eyes. He was instantly sleepless.
"Sokka, what's going on?"
Tightening the military green cashmere hat on his head, Greski hesitated for a moment, but still did not go back to the house to wake up Kaaba who was sleeping with the woman's body in his arms. He did not want to be laughed at by that bastard Kaaba for being timid.
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"Britt, isn't there a damn cat that broke in?"
Muttering in his mouth to embolden himself, he held the cannon in one hand, his finger on the trigger tightly, and the other hand held an unopened flashlight, ready to dazzle with the flashlight at any time. Greski walked quietly.
He walked towards the third floor and glanced at the empty corridor.
In the quiet and dark apartment building, the half-open and half-closed tattered security door on the third floor was particularly eye-catching. Nothing unusual was found. Greski breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not see that in the garbage pile behind him
A figure slowly stood up,
Ye Ge, who was barefoot, clenched the stone in his hand and silently came behind the cannon bandit. He had no choice but to hit the bandit on the back of the head with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The cashmere hat could not completely protect against blunt force damage, but it played a significant role. Greski felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and his body began to stagger as stars appeared in his eyes, but his mouth was not idle.
"Sukabule! There are enemies!!! There are enemies!!! Fuck! Fuck!!"
Seeing that he failed to kill the bandit in one go, Ye Ge didn't dare to hesitate, let alone give the bandit a chance to turn around and shoot at him. He couldn't hit a long-distance target. He was hit within a distance of less than three meters.
One bullet from the cannon will surely kill you.
Ye Ge kicked off his legs and rushed forward holding the bandit's waist. This time, Greski could no longer maintain his body balance. He took two steps forward and then fell hard towards the floor. The bridge of his nose touched the ground instantly.
Crooked to the right.
The cannon fell to the ground.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Ye Ge, who suppressed Greski in the riding position, raised the stone again and hit the back of Greski's head with a crack. At the same position, the stone hit deeper and deeper every time, and the skull was hit hard.
Deformed, organs broken, and the man's wailing stopped abruptly.
Ye Ge, who was covered in blood, did not relax. He casually wiped the blood near his eyes with his sleeve to avoid blocking his sight. Ye Ge took off the flashlight in Greski's hand and turned off the light. He picked up the cannon and searched for four rounds.
Putting the shotgun in his pocket, putting on his shoes and squatting in the blind corner of the corridor,
The shrill screams spread throughout the apartment building. Kaaba, who was sleeping, turned over and sat up, pulling out the Makarov pistol from under the pillow.
"Damn it! Damn it!! Who the bastard dares to cause trouble for us!"
Ka'aba hurriedly walked down the four flights of stairs, but when he was about to go downstairs, he smelled the strong smell of blood. His expression became stern. The bandit stopped in the middle of the third and fourth floors, holding a pistol and roaring.
"Gresky? Are you an idiot over there?"
There was no response, and it was estimated that Greski had been killed. Kaaba's face became extremely ugly, and he began to hesitate whether to go down the stairs. At this moment, shouting came from the lower level. , Kaaba's face couldn't help but feel happy, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Orotnev! That bastard who suffered a thousand cuts is on the third floor! Gresky must have been killed! I'll be guarding the stairs on the fourth floor, be careful!"
At the same time, there were already one hundred and thirty-two viewers in the live broadcast room. Only those viewers who watched it from beginning to end knew what the seemingly cruel killing meant. They screamed as if they were experiencing a climax, and it was so satisfying. Some even gave the anchors expensive gifts.
There is no unpleasant harmony in this special live broadcast room, and the house management seems to have no way to control it. This makes the viewers who are fed up with the rules and regulations fall in love with it in an instant - except that they cannot vent to others by posting barrages. Beyond emotions.
As the only protagonist, Ye Ge didn't have time to check the live broadcast room. He didn't need the audience to translate what the bandits on the stairs said, he had already heard the footsteps coming from downstairs.
If he hesitates a moment longer, he will become the meat between the sandwiches.
He has already checked the cannon in his hand. This bolt-action shotgun can be regarded as a well-known shabby weapon in Takov. For players who can't even look down on the AK74U, the cannon is a dog and there is no need for a lousy weapon.
But now this shabby-looking shotgun has become his only chance to survive.
The bumpy little magazine only contains two rounds of 20-gauge shotshells. Whether they are buckshot or single-point bullets, they can explode a person's head like a watermelon at close range, provided that they can hit the person. .
We can only take a gamble and kill the enemy upstairs before they know their position.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Ye Ge hooked his right index finger on the trigger and leaned forward to aim at the top of the stairs.
The moment Ye Ge appeared, Kaaba also turned the muzzle of the gun pointed to the right, and put the crosshair on the face of an Asian man less than five meters away, with a Slavic smile on his face.
However, before he fired, Ye Ge, who was holding a shotgun and did not need to aim at all, had already pulled the trigger in advance.
"Suka..."
"Bang!"
The 20-gauge buckshot flew out of the muzzle, and the steel balls tore through the air into pieces, easily crushing the flesh and blood body without a body armor. His head was mush, and Kaaba's unfinished curse words were swallowed forever. Entered the stomach.
"Snapped!"
Makarov's pistol suddenly burst into flames, and the bullet hit the ceiling, making a small crater.
The whole head and body instantly became riddled with holes, and with a pop, Kaaba fell to the ground and became a corpse.
The footsteps and curses downstairs were getting closer and closer. Ye Ge rushed towards the top of the stairs and picked up the Makarov pistol that fell on the ground. Just when he was about to touch the bullets and magazines, the lights were already on downstairs. With the muzzle of the gun flashing, the ricocheting bullets scraped against the metal fence and wall, making a scalp-numbing scream. Pieces of broken dust erupted from the wall, very close at hand.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Facing the crackling shots, Ye Ge, who was soaring with adrenaline, sensed the danger and did not dare to stay any longer, so he could only continue to run upstairs.
"This damn bastard!! He killed Gresky and Ka'aba! And he took our guns!"
"You're dead! Bastard! I'm going to pluck out your skin! I'll chop up your rotten flesh and feed it to the wild dogs!"
Listening to the completely unintelligible language, Ye Ge guessed that there were only two people downstairs. He felt a little relieved, but he was very angry because these bandits had nothing to say.
Although he has been exposed now, he has obtained weapons and is no longer unarmed. The bullets of the cannon and Makarov pistol are enough to send the two bandits to the underworld.
"Damn it! We'll be guarding the stairs. If that grandson dares to come down, we'll kill him!"
"Sukabule! You son of a bitch! Just wait to die!"
Seeing the two bastards downstairs yelling and swearing non-stop, the clay figurine was still a little angry, and Ye Ge, who had the gun, also had the confidence to roar downstairs.
"Idiot! You just know how to scream! Go to hell!"
It didn't matter that he yelled, but his standard Mandarin revealed Ye Ge's nationality.
"Bree! Sokka!?"
The current situation is that two bandits downstairs are holding firearms and guarding the stairs on the third floor, blocking the only way in and out of the apartment building. The location of the stairs is complicated and easy to defend but difficult to attack. The most important thing is that the number of people is not dominant.
, there is a high probability that you will get shot if you act rashly.
The people below did not dare to come up, and the people above did not dare to go down. The situation seemed to be in a stalemate, but Ye Ge knew that he could not afford it.
The bandits only had to guard the stairs. Reinforcements would arrive at dawn, but he couldn't wait. If he couldn't get out of the apartment before dawn, he would definitely die in the face of the attack of more than a dozen plunderers.
"According to these predators, there should be other residents in the apartment. If I knew Russian, it might be possible to cooperate. Unfortunately, the language barrier makes it too troublesome to communicate using barrage, and it's not worth the risk."
Clumsily pulling the big bolt of the cannon to reload it, Ye Ge wiped the blood on his hand that had not completely coagulated with the hem of his clothes, and carefully removed the magazine.
I took out a deer pop and determined the head and tail before pressing it in.
"Since I can't take the stairs, I can try walking to the balcony. There is no fence outside the balcony, and there are sturdy old radiators in the room that can be used as fixed points. If I can make a rope out of a sheet, maybe I can use it to
Run away from the balcony...or kill all the predators, provided that the other party doesn't send one person to guard downstairs and treat me as a living target."
With the next action plan in mind, Ye Ge let out a breath, put the cannon on the ground and waited for a while to see if the predators would rush up. This time was just used to get familiar with the second gun.
Ye Ge quickly found the safety, removed the magazine and counted the bullets. Not counting the ones loaded in the chamber, there were six pistol bullets in total.
Makarov pistol, eight-round magazine, bullet caliber 9mm. Ye Ge could only remember so much information about this small, unattractive pistol. He obviously deliberately memorized the pistol bullet caliber data, but now he has completely forgotten it.
"Five shotgun rounds, seven pistol rounds, that's all the ammunition I have."
The apartment building returned to silence, as if everyone had died.
After the crisis passed, Ye Ge's excited body gradually calmed down.
He frowned and reviewed the killing just now, recalling every bit of blood splattered on his body. He thought he would feel vomiting, but was surprised to find that he had no other adverse reactions except the exhaustion after excitement.
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There is no sense of guilt, no nausea, but a little bit of satisfaction and joy that I dare not admit.
Especially the overly calm brain has actually begun to figure out how to deal with the other two predators.
"Damn, I smashed one to death and killed the other, and I didn't feel sick after killing two living people. Am I really a pervert?"
"Damn it! The protagonist is really perverted! I like it!"
Chen Weicai patted his thighs and poured a sip of cold beer into his mouth. He held the fried chicken leg in his right hand and put it into his mouth.
"Isn't it better than the movie about Gods, Demons and Beautiful Dogs?"
Now Chen Weicai has put down all the psychological burden. He doesn't know why such a strange live broadcast room appears in Miao Ya Live, let alone why this live broadcast room can broadcast such weird and real scenes. He only knows that as long as this
As long as the live broadcast room is still there, he will continue to watch it.
As for why there are so many doubts - please! Why explore so many problems? Having fun is the most important thing. If the sky falls, there will be tall people who can carry it, right?
With this thought in mind, Chen Weicai saw that the live broadcast room of "An Jing Jing Jing" had grown to 121 people unknowingly, and Chen Weicai felt that it was not enjoyable enough, so he posted a barrage.
"Anchor, if you don't need my translation for the time being, can you give other people permission to post comments?"
Thinking that the predators were just cursing and not nutritious, Ye Ge restored the barrage permissions of other viewers.
The moment the barrage opened, the live broadcast room exploded, and a variety of text messages floated past the eyes, including some weird text symbols. It didn't make me sick to kill the predators, and I almost vomited out when I saw the barrage.
In this regard, Ye Ge could only choose to unilaterally block the barrage. Anyway, even if he did not interact with the audience, the live broadcast effect would be explosive enough. He was not worried about not being able to retain people, but he was worried about whether he would have to stand up to hundreds of people if he peed.
His sight shot three feet against the wind.
Considering this, Ye Ge carefully observed the operable content in the live broadcast room again, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find the options of [Complete Blocking] and [Automatic Coding].
Judging from the introduction, complete blocking will cut off the audio and video screens, but the automatic coding option will not completely cut off the audio and video screens. It will only provide 'harmony' suitable for all ages in situations where bloody violence and high-quality human parts occur.
Unsure whether there were children in his live broadcast room, Ye Ge directly pressed the [Automatically code] option, walked to the corner, and pulled down his pants.
In the scene in the live broadcast room, the originally first-person perspective suddenly moved to the ceiling as if possessed by an evil spirit, and was finally fixed on the broken lamp holder.
The fixed angle of view suddenly changed, and the sound of water rushing immediately behind made Chen Weicai dumbfounded.
Is this okay?
After confirming the practicality of [automatic coding], Ye Ge expressed that he was very satisfied.
After relaxing, he began to search the rooms on the fourth floor one by one. There were sixteen rooms on each floor of the apartment building, with eight households on the east and west sides.
The security doors in most of the apartments were intact. Except for the house where the two previous predators lived, only the east security door at the end of the corridor was broken open by someone using violent methods. Taking a deep breath, Ye Ge pushed it open.
Open the rotten door that is ajar,
A large iron-wrapped door-breaking mallet that could only be lifted by six people was thrown on the spot in the room, and a steel crowbar stood against the wall.
