This was better and would save more trouble. Ling Yun put down the mask on his helmet and touched down the stairs.
There was a clanging sound in the corridor, and it was obvious that many people rushed up. Since the line was broken and there was no light, Ling Yun didn't care whether it was 3721 or 38250. He raised Desert Storm and pointed it down. Scan like crazy.
Screams rang out, and it was obvious that many people had been shot. Sparks flashed across the darkness.
"Hello, how about some spicy meatballs?" Ling Yun turned on the grenade mode and pulled the trigger downwards.
The grenade came out of the barrel, rolling downwards with a wisp of sparks, followed by a loud bang, echoes, and the eardrums were about to burst. A heat wave hit, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and blood.
"Fuck, that guy is up there, don't let him get away,"
"You bastard, I will kill you,"
"Brothers, rush,"
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The guys screamed and swarmed over.
There were simply too many people. I had killed at least a dozen of them with my attack just now. Unexpectedly, the corridor was still crowded with people.
Now I don't care so much anymore, I retreat while fighting, grenades from Desert Storm come out one after another.
Due to the limited space in the corridor, my eyes were immediately flooded with experience. Killing players also had experience, but they only had 100 points.
This bought Ling Yun time to retreat. He returned to the terminal platform, took out a flash bomb, bit off the tab, and threw it into the corridor. He took out a tear gas smoke grenade and also threw it in.
There were shouts and curses again in the corridor, but Ling Yun didn't care so much and hurriedly changed the magazine of Desert Storm.
At this time, thick smoke billowed out from the corridor, and accompanied by violent coughing, several figures squeezed out from the door, with snot, tears, and eye and nose excrement spurting out.
However, the moment they rushed onto the platform, they were greeted by a black muzzle.
Puff puff puff.
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Desert Storm shuddered rhythmically and bullets roared out.
Burst firing, the index finger pulled the trigger, and the guys who came out in front of them all had their heads exploded and fell to the ground. They couldn't even see the shadows on the opposite side clearly.
Headshot, headshot, puff puff puff.
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Blood flowers bloomed, and in an instant, nine corpses were lying at the door of the corridor.
The remaining guys were too scared to come out. They would rather eat the smoke of tear gas than come out and die.
At this time, there was a roar in the sky, and two Nighthawk helicopters roared over.
No, they are the elite guards of the Scarlet City.
Ling Yun carried Desert Storm and hurriedly ran to the side. He saw that the machine cannon on the Black Hawk helicopter behind him had burst into flames, and countless fire bullets pierced the air with bursts of screams.
Ling Yun was unable to withstand such a dense amount of bullets. He saw that the roof of the building behind him and the walls were full of shocking bullet marks, which was frightening.
Turn on the phantom clone and turn on the stealth skill.
Ling Yun controlled his clone to run to the other side, while he took advantage of his invisibility and ran to the opposite place.
Before the clone could run five meters away, it had already been torn apart by violent bullets and turned into dots of fluorescence.
Ling Yun jumped down from the terminal building, his body fell rapidly, activated his volley dance skills, used the opportunity to smash the glass next to him, and got into the terminal building again.
At this time, the place was full of people running and screaming, crying, shouting, and gunfire.
Ling Yun stood up with some beautiful tumbling movements on the ground, put away Desert Storm, and got into the running crowd.
Following the crowd and running towards the emergency exit, I saw that the door was already full of senior NPC policemen holding riot shields. One of the leading guys held a loudspeaker and shouted: "Don't mess up, everyone, please stop here." Leave, leave from here, as long as you are not a big name, we will not detain you,"
Damn it, Ling Yun cursed secretly. He didn't expect that these high-level NPCs have very high IQs. They killed so many people just now, so their names must have become red. These guys rely on their evil values to distinguish who are criminals.
There are at least fifty or sixty high-level NPCs on the opposite side. No matter how good Ling Yun's equipment is, he can't leave here safely, especially since they all have explosion-proof shields in their hands, so he can't forcefully rush past them.
"Fat man, detonate the oil tanker for me." At this time, there were still more than ten meters away from the door, and Ling Yun didn't want to be caught without hesitation.
The fat man stood on the oil tanker, opened the lid, and took out a raw chicken leg from his backpack. "Xiaobao, do you think the explosion of the oil tanker can cook the chicken leg?"
"Fat man, you'd better do it quickly. I guess the chicken legs won't be cooked, and the two of us must have been cooked." Xiaobao, with an ashen face, pointed not far away, and saw a group of high-level NPCs who had obviously discovered their whereabouts. Feeling suspicious, they gathered around.
"Oh, no matter what, I will be a good man again in five minutes," he said, taking off his equipment and stuffing it into his backpack, and then found a pair of novice uniform pants and put them on, "grandsons, grandpa is here,"
Xiaobao also took off all his equipment and wore only a pair of red pants outside. He had an aura of looking forward to death.
An explosive fireball was beating in the palm of the fat man's hand. When the NPCs saw it, they shouted loudly from a distance.
"Ah, brother, what do you want to do? Don't be impulsive. If you have any questions, we can discuss it."
"I want 100 girls, plus 10 million gold coins, packaged and sent to the resurrection point," he said, throwing the explosive fireball into the oil tank.
boom.
Huge mushroom clouds soared into the sky, the earth trembled, and ripples formed by energy shock waves swayed in the air. The surrounding cars were swept up by the strong wind, and the glass on the terminal buildings on both sides shattered, and there was a steady crash like a heavy rain. The community goes.
Everyone lay on the ground subconsciously, covering their heads with their hands.
Seeing people lying down, Ling Yun activated the Phantom and Rapid skills, turned into an afterimage, and ran towards the underground parking lot.
By the time they came to their senses, Ling Yun had already disappeared.
Fatty and Xiaobao sat naked on the resurrection point, their faces full of excitement.
"Hey, this is the biggest firework I've ever set off in my life. It's so enjoyable." The fat man looked at the chicken leg in his hand. At this time, there was only one bone left.
Xiaobao looked at his little brother under him with a look of embarrassment on his face, "These days, he actually hangs out his fig leaf. That's really cool."
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Arriving at the parking space designated by Fatty No. 38, a very powerful FC3S formula racing car appeared in front of us.
With its fiery red body, streamlined body, and various high-end configurations, it is definitely the top sports car in the world.
Vehicle length: 4310mm Vehicle width: 1690mm Vehicle height: 1270mm Maximum horsepower: 215ps/6,500rpm Maximum torque: 28.0kgm/4,000rpm Drive mode: FR It is the only sports car in the world that can be equipped with a Rotary Engine (rotary engine). It has The ultra-light engine, assembleable body and excellent steering performance make it a driver's dream sports car.
(Today is the latest update week. I still have some manuscripts in hand. If you want to read them all in one go, come to the main site for support. 20 VIP tickets are available for each update. To be honest, it’s really hard to say. You can check out other people’s posts. All are for 200 or 500 VIPs plus 1 update. I won’t say much more. Thank you for your support. It’s not easy to force a rookie to code. If my results this month are not good, I will go to my buddy’s construction site next month to move bricks and work. Updates...)
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