The black shadow transformed from the gun barrel suddenly appeared in the man's eyes. The muzzle of the pistol quickly turned around and wanted to shoot at Cassia's body. But facing Cassia who suddenly jumped up, his speed was still the same.
After half a beat, the bullet hit the gun body of the fire gun. When a small part of the broken meteorite copper fragments spattered away with the platinum bullet, the hard gun body still hit the gun with huge force.
on his face.
His nose collapsed in an instant, and his head tilted back at a large angle with the force of the impact. His arms were waving randomly in the air uncontrollably, and a large amount of spit and blood were spit out from his mouth.
The broken teeth flew out at the same time. He forced himself not to fall down, and his body sank a little to stabilize the tendency of falling backward. His head was very dizzy, and his eyes seemed to have received a huge shock in their sockets.
There is a feeling of excruciating pain.
Finally, he stabilized his body, and a more stable image appeared in his chaotic eyes. But this image was a picture that made his whole body tremble. The fire gun had been placed straight by the enemy in front of him before he knew it.
Under the gray gun body, the deep muzzle was facing his eyebrows. Then he felt a burning sensation between his eyes, and the skin there was burned by something, and the pain flashed past.
The fire gun did not stop, and continued to spurt fire snakes all the way towards the upward stairs in front of them, suppressing the last surgeon's range of activities and forcing him close to the wall. The corridor was indeed wider than the empire's standard data.
There is a lot of distance, but we still can't deny the fact that this is a long and narrow corridor. Cassia doesn't want to waste a little time here, and the sound of gunfire has exposed her position. People who are trying to encircle and suppress her are around another building.
When they see the corpse, they will know that they have been fooled. With the operator's body and speed, even if the two buildings in the middle cannot allow them to cross the straight line distance, the time it will take for them to get back will definitely not be very long.
In this short period of time, I have to rush to the fifth floor in one breath, or even go up, and I have to find an opportunity to run away when they come back to round me up.
The body suddenly pressed forward, and the fire gun repeated its old tricks, trying to knock the person in front of him unconscious, but the connected bullets that followed completely destroyed it into pieces.
He swayed in his steps to avoid the muzzle of the pursuing pistol. When the last bullet in the enemy's pistol, which Cassia had planned in his mind, flew out against his neck, his body also stopped. He stood firmly.
When he was next to the enemy, he swung the fork in his right hand across a wide arc and struck the enemy next to him between the eyebrows.
The enemy subconsciously wanted to turn his head to avoid it, and his eyes were fixed on the shining fork, trying to estimate its position at any time. But the position was close to the wall, and when the body stepped back, the direction the head could turn could only be
He turned toward Cassia. He watched as the fork that Cassia swung violently fell into the air, leaving a very deep scratch on the wall. The gray burnt bricks under the lime wall could be seen. At the same time, at the same time,
In his eyes, he also saw the expressionless and indifferent face of Cassia standing in front of him, with a pair of blood-red eyes quietly looking at himself like a clown.
"Did I miss something?" While pondering this sentence in his mind, he felt as if the temple of his head that was turned away touched something, something hard and cold, and it happened to be facing his head. Immediately
Turning away from the corner of his eye, he recognized an extremely rough pistol, ordinary black, being held by a slightly moist hand. Was he hitting the muzzle of the gun with his head? A lot of things suddenly rose in his heart.
Bitter.
"Good evening, gentleman worth one hundred holy coins." Cassia looked at his ever-changing face and said without any emotion, "Goodbye."
Then he pulled the trigger, having calculated the position of the enemy's temple in advance, and the revolver that had been placed spit out a silver bullet, the color of which represented its high value.
There was no blood spurting out, and there was no scene of a broken head. Ordinary bullets facing the surgeon's head would not have the power to explode it.
"You are lucky. This is a bullet of one hundred holy coins. I have always been reluctant to use it." Cassia added, he suddenly thought of all the things on the list, and then quickly cut off the thoughts of memories. His body collided
With the gunpowder smoke condensing from the revolver in front of San, he stepped over the corpse at his feet, then reached out and grabbed his collar, dragging the limp corpse behind him. Then he walked out of the corridor to the second floor of the building.
.
There was another person in the corridor, a very young communications officer, maybe a year or two older than himself. His trembling hands were holding a very delicate pistol tightly. But Cassia glanced over and saw the person above.
The safety bolt is even closed. As auxiliary personnel temporarily pulled from the family, they have almost no knowledge about firearms. Normally, they stand at the rear of the team and are always protected by others.
It has been learned in the family that it is the first time to face an enemy directly. And to face a person dragging the body of a defender who was supposed to protect him, the feeling of this first time is even more intense.
"This kind of thing is not something someone like you should play with." Cassia dragged the body in front of him in a few steps, reached out and took the pistol, "I want to ask you to do me a favor, turn on the radio equipment, and then report
Let’s talk about the specific situation here. If the notice is specific and accurate, maybe I can pretend that I didn’t see you here.”
Cassia looked at the communication staff in front of her and nodded repeatedly, then immediately turned around and left and quickly ran towards a higher floor. Time was being compressed little by little, although it took very little time to deal with the people on the first floor of the building.
But there was no target Cassia wanted to capture.
Cassia looked through the scope of the sniper rifle at the face that was roughly similar to Kara's, and also saw the sniper rifle that should have belonged to Kara. The powerful weapon shot out of the gun at that time
The bullets ripped open a large gap in the building on the roof.
Without hesitation, Cassia climbed up the stairs and violently tore several wounds on the dragged corpse with a fork. Blood flowed from the fresh corpse. Cassia wiped a lot of it on his face randomly, and then the expression on it
He also changed and immediately walked to the fifth floor.
At the same time, along with the sound of footsteps in the corridor, the announcement sound on the radio also rang.
"The situation has stabilized. The enemy has been killed in the first corridor. All personnel please stay at their positions and wait for the next instructions."
Strange orders, weird announcements, and the voice under the electronic noise seemed to be trembling, but also seemed to have an uncontrollable joy.
The leader of the team guarding the stairs of the fifth corridor turned off the radio. Although he was confused, he still breathed a sigh of relief. The gunfire down the corridor only lasted less than a few seconds from the sound to the end. In their hearts,
I have been thinking about whether to go down to support, but I also thought that I was required to strictly abide by the orders here. Just when I was hesitating, a timely announcement came over the radio.
But just as I let go of my worries, clear footsteps came from the corridor. It was the special sound made by shoes stepping on broken glass.
"Is someone coming up?" The hearts of more than a dozen team members started to beat again.