There was a dark bullet hole on the little girl's head, and blood gushed out.
The body of the little girl in her arms gradually became cold, and blood soaked through Ling Yun's clothes. Ling Yun's expression began to change from surprise to dullness, followed by endless anger.
He slowly put the little girl on the ground, picked up Desert Storm and rushed out, "I'm just a bunch of bastards,"
"Hey, don't..." Lina wanted to remind him not to reveal his identity, but unfortunately it was too late.
Desert Storm blooms with guns and angry bullets burning the life of every enemy.
Bullets rushed into the crowd, and the bearded man couldn't react in time. His body was riddled with bullet holes, and he was beaten into a hornet's nest on the spot. The guy behind him with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took aim at Ling Yun with his AK47, click, click, click.
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I was busy killing people just now, but I didn't expect that there were no bullets in the magazine.
As soon as he took out a magazine with his right hand, ruthless bullets had already been shot into his body. Facing the sudden attack, their reaction was simply too slow. There was only one consequence of being slow, and that was death.
Seven feet big.
Ru and Ximen Chuipao did not expect that Ling Yun would take action so early. According to their plan, the enemy would have a fierce battle. They just sat back and watched, and the fishermen benefited. Now that Ling Yun takes action, the plan is completely disrupted.
The two NPC tourists lying on the ground suddenly stood up, each holding an M4A1 in their hands and aiming at Ling Yun.
He was leaning behind the chair to change the magazine when he suddenly saw two figures soaring into the air. The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched and he threw himself to the side.
The sound of gunfire was mixed with the roar of bullets, and the place where he had been leaning was filled with sparks.
Chug tug tug.
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A newspaper turned into countless fragments. The barrel of a dark green AUG rifle protruded from behind the newspaper. Lina pulled the trigger rhythmically. Before the two guys' bodies even hit the ground, they turned into two corpses in the air. .
Alarms sounded all over the airport, and a large number of police cars came from all directions.
"No, the NPC's anti-terrorism police force is here," Lina turned her delicate body, her golden hair flying in the air, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in her light blue eyes.
Puff puff puff, the flame suppressor barrel of the AUG in his hand was shaking with sparks. The two enemies at the corner had just poked half of their heads out, and the bullets were fired towards them, and there were two more corpses on the ground.
Thirteen of the 24 players at the entrance of the stairs were killed, and the remaining guys fled in all directions, not knowing where they were hiding.
There was chaos in the hall.
Ding, the system prompts: Dr. Smith appears, he will board the plane in one hour, the remaining time is: 0:59:59.
When you open the mission, a small red dot appears on the electronic map and is moving slowly.
In the underground garage of Terminal 3, the real protagonist has finally arrived.
"Let's go, it's important to do the task first," Linna picked up Ling Yun, who was already red-eyed, turned around and ran towards the elevator.
"Seven-foot-big breasts, you go to the roof of the terminal, and the sniper rifles will cover us," Ling Yun calmed down his anger a little and shouted, "Ximen blows bubbles, and we will meet in the underground garage."
Not only Ling Yun and the others, but all the players also rushed to the garage. If Ling Yun's mission was to kidnap Dr. Smith, then the players' mission was to hunt Dr. Smith. With two different missions paired together, the situation instantly became tense. .
Tat-tat-tat... The sound of footsteps mixed with heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.
Ling Yun and Linna ran forward quickly. Occasionally, they would pass by two panicked NPCs, and they would subconsciously raise the barrels of their guns.
Here, the names of the players and NPCs are not displayed at all. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell them apart. Both Ling Yun and Ling Yun are agents and often engage in difficult assassination missions. A small movement or even a look from the enemy will betray them. identity.
Turning around the corridor, there is an emergency escape passage leading to the underground garage.
Dozens of people crowded together and rushed toward the garage. Screams, curses, and cries were mixed together, making the scene very chaotic.
Bang, a surveillance camera overhead exploded, hissing with electric sparks, and glass shards scattered into the crowd.
The Desert Storm was still smoking, and at the same time, the AUG assault rifle in Linna's hand trembled rhythmically, the gun flashed, and the five guys' heads exploded and they fell to the ground.
Ding, shoot the civilian NPC, gain 2000 experience, and fail the current mission 1/20.
When there was an explosion above their heads when they were in danger of escaping, people would subconsciously hold their heads. Only those few guys stopped and looked back, and that glance was enough for them to see God.
As for the NPC who was accidentally killed, it was purely an accident. A bullet from a magazine swept into the crowd, and no one can guarantee that it was not accidentally killed.
Linna gave Ling Yun an apologetic smile and took off the empty magazine.
Stepping forward and patting her shoulder gently, Ling Yun continued to run forward, "It's okay, this is normal."
After rushing out of the passage, my eyes suddenly opened up. Rows of cars of all kinds filled the entire parking lot. The electronic map showed that Smith was in the southwest corner of the parking lot.
Whoosh whoosh... accompanied by a clanking sound, several smoke bombs hissed and emitted blue smoke in the driveway ahead.
Ling Yun and the others only felt their eyes sore, and tears flowed out.
Ding, you are affected by tear gas smoke bombs, and your vision is reduced by 50% for 10 seconds.
He hurriedly pulled Linna and ducked beside a BMW jeep. There was a strange noise from the opposite side, and a team of special policemen holding bulletproof shields appeared.
"People on the other side, listen, you are surrounded by us. Put down your weapons, put your hands behind your head, come out and surrender. You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used as evidence. for,"
"It's really wordy." He picked up Barrett and shot him.
The bullet cut through the smoke and smashed a police officer's horn and head to pieces.
Immediately afterwards, countless infrared beams shined on the BMW through the smoke, and a torrential rain of bullets poured in. After a burst of crackling, the million-dollar luxury car turned into a pile of scrap metal.
The HK and MP5 submachine guns with infrared sights are relatively small in power, but the recoil of the gun body is not large and the shooting is very accurate. They are equipped by police forces all over the world.
Ling Yun quickly judged the opponent's firepower equipment, raised his hand and fired a shot. Barrett's firepower was not something that ordinary defensive armor shields could withstand. The bullets easily penetrated the bulletproof shield, and another body fell to the ground.
Zheng, an iron lump rolled from the bottom of the car to the feet, hissing.
"Grenade," the expressions of Ling Yun and the two men changed drastically, and it was too late to avoid them.
In desperation, he kicked off and the grenade flew out.
Boom, huge fireballs shot up from the two cars, sending debris flying everywhere. The policemen fell to the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
"Retreat," Ling Yun pulled Linna away, but unexpectedly he caught her again on her proud peak.
