A pair of steel-like arms stretched out from the yellow sand in the crack and stood on both sides of the crack. They moved gently and quietly, and the crystal yellow sand fell from his body. A pair of tightly tied military shoes.
He stepped lightly on the dry ground without making a sound.
Everyone in the hunting team was fiercely attacking the snipers on the roof in front of them. They put on masks. Although the two round lenses on them filtered the strong light, they further narrowed their field of vision. Sometimes,
The range that your eyes can see determines the length of your life.
Cassia got out of the crack. It was very uncomfortable inside and the air circulation was too poor. He felt the vibration from the steam locomotives in front of him very early, until he heard the gunshot signal that resounded above the entire station.
Then he climbed out quietly.
Sure enough, just as he thought, his attention was attracted to Kara, and Cassia showed a victorious smile under her dark mask.
Hanging on his waist were six huge double-barreled shotguns that had already been loaded and loaded with ammunition. He took a few steps forward lightly, and the remaining hunting team of more than 20 people were still hunched over and hiding.
Behind the car.
The snipers on the opposite side were so powerful that they could take a bullet if they exposed their heads even slightly. The bullets fired from the unaimed muskets could not organize an effective fire network to suppress them. Each of them cherished their own lives and huddled in the snipers.
Inside the cover of the steam locomotive, they were completely suppressed and beaten by one person, and their bullets could not even hit the clothes of the snipers on the opposite side.
What a hell! In the few years since they took complete control of this supply depot, where have they ever encountered such a thing? Is there anything that can't be solved with a clip of bullets?
No, they have never seen anything like this in the past few years. Even if they were surrounded by wolves in the desert, they would not come back with the help of iron blocks spitting flames in their hands. This attack was really
What's more, they were beaten so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads, and they didn't dare to raise their heads either.
A skinny man casually fired the bullets in the gun magazine. He could no longer bear the pressure on his head, so he turned sideways and wanted to take a rest while reloading.
But when he took out the magazine from the bag on his side, he unexpectedly found a pair of feet wearing black shoes in his sight. His brain circuit was a little slow. At this time, he could still stand without being attacked by a sniper.
Someone beaten to death?
His eyes followed the uppers of the shoes all the way up. His eyes had not touched the waist of the owner of the feet. The muzzles of two double-barreled shotguns with calibers as thick as a baby's arms were facing his eyes. The barrels seemed to be filled with
A bottomless dry well in the desert, without a trace of water, also means without a trace of life.
"Hello." He actually heard the call of death coming from the darkness of the gun barrel.
The iron sand spurted out with high-pressure hot air, spreading forward in a circular fan shape. The people hiding behind the steam locomotive were all in two or three groups. They were unprepared for what was behind them, but Cassia was fully prepared.
, tilting the shotguns in his left and right hands respectively, he drew the loaded shotgun hanging on his waist and fired. The huge recoil force was not a trace of deviation in his steel-like arms.
"First round, five."
The fingers were loosened, and before the two shotguns landed, Cassia's second round of firepower was ready again.
"Bang" "Bang"
The sound of the double-barreled shotgun is not very loud. On the contrary, in Cassia's opinion, it is the sound of a steam valve suddenly releasing and the high-pressure gas inside suddenly impacting over a large area.
The unsuspecting hunting team finally discovered that there were people standing behind them, but when they discovered that behind dozens of steam locomotives lined up along the way, a dozen people had lost the ability to fight.
The large caliber of the shotgun means that it is extremely powerful. Cassia does not need to deliberately aim at all. As long as he sees the general direction, his fingers can pull the black steel trigger without hesitation. The iron sand is still spattered with a little bit of it.
The gunpowder sparks were flying out of the car, and the people hiding behind the car were completely exposed to Cassia's bombardment. The thick clothes on their bodies had no defensive effect at all, and they were covered with blood and flesh. Countless iron sands are embedded in the body. Unless the attack distance of the shotgun is narrowed again and a single shot can easily break the body of an adult male, the cause of death will be excessive bleeding.
The ammunition in the last two shotguns was finally sprayed clean. Several people were pushed out of the cover of the car under the impact of close range. Carla's sniper rifle bullets also came at the same time, pouring into the heads of these people one by one.
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"Let me see what else you have!" The man in the hunting team looked fierce.
All the bullets in the six double-barreled shotguns in Cassia's waist were exhausted, and more than twenty people fell on the concrete floor filled with blood. The last two shotguns were used by him as throwing weapons. Even though there were twenty people in his body,
Although there are four suppression tubes, Cassia's strength is still two-thirds of the normal level, which is nearly 700 kilograms of strength.
The shotgun barrel, which was comparable to an iron ball, flew over with a strong wind, and there was a muffled sound of broken bones. A man's chest was completely collapsed by the blow, and his heart was pierced by the broken ribs, and his body twitched and became limp.
Go down. The other person also reacted and reluctantly raised the fire gun in his hand to resist, but he couldn't resist under the huge force and was completely knocked unconscious.
Cassia hunched down and squatted down in time, using the steam locomotive in front to avoid the bullets fired at the gun. He also approached the two people hiding behind the locomotive in front of him like a wolf. He stretched out his arms as fast as lightning,
This time, he didn't have any remaining strength in his hands like he did with the lean man. The steel fingers broke their necks when they grasped their throats. At this time, Cassia was not just a lazy girl still basking in the sun.
The kitten taking a nap is a wild beast with its fur exploded and its sharp claws stained with blood.
"There are three people left." There is still sunshine in the voice, but in the ears of the remaining three people, it is a mournful sound.
In just ten seconds, when they figured out what happened in their minds, only three of them were left in the entire hunting team. Who was the man wearing the black crow mask in front of them?
Where did it come from? They haven't figured it out yet.
The firecrackers and pistols in his hands were still spitting out flames, but they could not hit the man in front of him who was grabbing the barrel of the shotgun as fast as the wind. His footsteps were too fast, and his running speed was like a shadow. His irregular pace made it difficult for him to hit the target.
All their bullets missed.
"Stop, stop. Don't let the bullets run out together!" At this time, someone finally remembered their years of hunting experience. The cross firepower cannot be stopped and the man in front of them cannot be allowed to get close.
Some of them shuddered, unable to imagine the horrific scene.
However, they have not undergone any special training, and their mental qualities have been developed through fighting with animals such as sand wolves. After all, sand wolves are just more ferocious beasts. Compared with the endless malice carried by humans, they are nothing more than
Just like the difference between the sand under their feet and the desert.
Their arms were so tense due to the smell of blood that they forgot about the experience of capturing sand wolves, and the bullets in their magazines were all used up at the same time.
Reloading took at least a second or two before they removed the gun's magazine and threw out the cartridge case from the revolver. The gray hardwood butt of the double-barreled shotgun was slashed across like a sharp sword.<
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The sound of cracking bones caused one man's neck to completely turn into a crescent shape. The other two people were so frightened that they rolled and crawled away from the man. As soon as they came out of the cover of the steam locomotive, two sniper rifles fired at their heads.
The bullets streaked through the air with a whistling sound as clear as spring water. They had been waiting for them for a long time.
Therefore, Kara and Cassia finally did not wait until the sun came out, which was their complete plan.