The dozen or so people were all gangsters, and they had been holding guns for quite some time, but they themselves had no sense of being gun-wielders. Their postures were always hunched, their hands drooped, and their eyes
They were damaged by alcohol and low-quality cigarettes. Whether it was a revolver or a firecracker full of rivets, they polished the surface to a bright shine, and then placed it on their waists or hung it across their chests as a deterrent and decoration.
Supplies. Those should have become the fangs of ferocious beasts.
They know how to use firearms, but they don't necessarily know how to kill people efficiently and quickly.
Especially now that the situation has reached this point, their performance is all negative in Kara's eyes. Maybe it's because they have lived a stable life for a long time under the influence of Floss.
Not many people may be able to endure the hard days to the end, but comfortable times can easily make people fall. Steel is poured with a basin of water, and as long as the temperature is right, it can be covered with red rust in a day, and the human body
The corrosion of spirit is often faster than this speed.
They are not Flos's main armed force to begin with, they may just come here to act as a cover because there are not enough people.
Kara's bullet cut through the air in a space of more than three thousand meters in nearly a second, spinning and flying above the heads of seventeen people.
They were still smoking and talking.
A low trembling sound came over, and at the same time, the head of a gunman sitting next to the heavy machine gun exploded, as if the pressure in his head was too strong, and the fragments stained with black hair were scattered all over the floor, and then the bullets
The power has not completely disappeared, and a mud flower continues to bloom in the soil behind him.
The sound of a sniper rifle would definitely not reach their ears, because the sound had already been absorbed by the surrounding buildings before it left Kara's place dozens of meters away.
There was no response or discovery. Maybe they didn't think about it at all, or they never worried about being attacked here. The body fell down and was covered by the bulletproof wall, and the remaining sixteen people didn't notice it at all.
The laughter of their conversation and joking completely covered up the low vibrato of the bullets flying.
The drinkers continued to drink, and the smokers must have continued to smoke. The smoke filled the air and covered their faces. There were also a few people resting with their eyes closed. They covered their eyes with a piece of clothing. They must have been sleeping.
Got it. Kara thought so in her heart.
She did not have any psychological fluctuations because her attack was completely ignored by the prey. On another level, they were not prey at all. They were just toys when she was bored, just to let her hands that had been unfamiliar for a few days find their way back.
It's the feeling you should have, nothing more. This is just the greatest value of those seventeen people in her eyes.
Bullets flew out continuously, tongues of flame spewed out dozens of centimeters long, and the smoke was immediately blown away by the surrounding wind.
When the fifth person suddenly fell, someone reacted, but it was just a reaction. Then a bullet seemed to predict his movements, accurately piercing the left side of his fragile temple, and then piercing out from the right side.
, hit the wooden pillar next to it, sawdust flying, and a large crater exploded.
The remaining people immediately panicked, but their fate, or their performance order, performance script, performance time, and the way the ending ended had been completely written by Kara dozens of seconds ago.
In the end, everyone completed the performance tasks assigned to them accurately, although the stage play lasted only forty or fifty seconds, and in Kara's eyes, it was completely a pantomime.
But this is no longer important, the curtain has fallen, and now it should be time for the audience to move freely.
Putting away the golden bullet casings scattered on the ground, Kara quickly disassembled and assembled the sniper rifle. Then, exactly as when she came, she carried the leather box, the peaked cap on her head did not move, put on her dark eyes again, stood up and did not forget to take pictures
I dusted myself off, stepped on a few centimeters of high-heeled shoes and went downstairs, and once again transformed into a charming and cold girl who attracted the attention of passers-by.
At noon, the bodies lying in the base had lost their temperature, and the blood was coagulating much faster than people imagined.
Someone finally poked his head out from the entrance of the underground sewer again. He was cursing and yelling, "Why haven't you brought lunch down yet? You feel comfortable staying up there and have forgotten all the important things?
But there is no sound in the silent base. There is no "cicada" creature introduced here in Gerun Oasis, and there are very few ordinary bugs. Therefore, even though the weather is hot every day, it is not used to liven up the atmosphere at all.
Breaking the silence of cicadas and insects that should not exist.
The half of his stretched out body froze there, looking at the people lying around in clotted blood, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. He quickly retracted his head, the news had to be reported to the bosses in the underground sewer as soon as possible
, those arms smugglers have already attacked. Their primary target of attack is not the fire fortresses built in the underground sewers, but the several entrance guard bases on the ground that have lost their real strength!
Sapir's face was sullen, and the person standing respectfully in front of him could only lower his head as much as possible. No matter how he stood, his swaying body felt inappropriate, because the person sitting at the table in front of him was radiating
The intimidation made him palpitate.
As early as noon on the day when the weapons workshop was robbed, Flos had already gathered most of the people and hurried down the mine tunnel. Sapir was one of the few three operators he left in the underground waterway, and he is also the one who is now a small man.
Some elites, and most can be said to be one of the leaders of an armed trafficking gang composed of idle people.
Flos asked them to delay as much time as possible in the underground waterway, but in less than a day, things seemed to have begun to develop in the direction they least wanted to see.
He went up specifically to investigate the scene there, and then remained silent. He was also a surgeon, and only seventeen bullets were used among seventeen people. His strength was definitely extremely strong, and he didn't know which side it was.
subordinate. But as long as he is an enemy, he will always be a person who gives people headaches and cannot sleep. Just like tonight, he will definitely be sleepless all night. Although the hour hand on the mechanical watch is pointing to two o'clock in the afternoon, he has already
He expected that there would be no peace in the underground water tonight, and there would be no time left for him to sleep and rest.
"I didn't expect things to develop so fast." Sapir waved the people in front of him to get off, and then opened the radio array. The main body is a mobile small zero-type differential machine, which has already stored their special frequencies.<
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He inserted the password card, not one, but three cards combined. The radio was connected, and two voices with different timbres came from inside.
"Sapir, what's the matter?" An ordinary male voice.
"Something happened?" A confused female voice.
"I won't contact you unless something goes wrong." Sapir said, his voice paused here for a few seconds, "The city's ground base was attacked."
"Sure enough, this is what happened." The female electronic voice sighed, and it was very nice. She said, "I already know it, because I happened to be at the scene of the attack."