There were two hostages in the corner, a middle-aged man and an old man. Ling Yun cut their ropes, and the sound of messy footsteps could be heard outside. Judging from the sound, there were quite a few people coming.
"Quick, that guy is inside, don't let him escape,"
"Why don't Bem and the others make any movement down there? They look like a bunch of male dogs when they see the girls,"
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With a burst of shouting, the machine gun outside began to roar, the glass shattered into countless crystals, flying everywhere, bullets whizzed past the head, and splashed sparks on the wall.
"Get down," Ling Yunfei pushed the two of them to the ground. If it had been a little later, the mission would probably have failed.
Zheng, a grenade flew in from the window and rolled at Ling Yun's feet.
"Grass," he couldn't help but change his face. He hurriedly picked it up and threw it out of the window.
Along with a roar, the gunshots outside became much quieter.
"You guys take care of yourselves, I'll rush out," Ling Yun lay on the ground, unscrewed the safety of the two flash bombs, and put down the crystal visor of his helmet.
The first flash bomb was thrown directly out of the window, and the second flash bomb hit the door hard and bounced out. Turning on the skill Phantom, Ling Yun jumped up like a cheetah, following the second flash bomb. Rushed out.
There were screams and curses outside, and a dozen terrorists squatted on the ground, covering their eyes.
He dodged out of the door, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and poof, the guy squatting in front of him had his brain exploded on the spot, and his finger pulled the trigger again. As the gun body shook, the two guys in front also fell into a pool of blood.
Puff puff puff, sparks flashed, and the whole Desert Storm stepped on the drums and spit out bullets rhythmically.
Ling Yun has mastered the recoil of firearms and the ballistics of bullets to the point of perfection. His finger will pull the trigger every half a second, and every vibration of the gun body will knock down an enemy. Until finally, his finger holds the trigger and the muzzle of the gun is The flames are connected into one piece.
The golden bullet casings clinked onto the ground, and in the blink of an eye there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.
Golden light flashed, gunshots rang out, and the enemies hidden behind the building began to fight back.
Turning sideways and sliding, Ling Yun's steps were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, accelerating with turning, turning with sudden stops. The bullets flew past the combat uniform, but did not even hurt his skin.
Desert Storm was out of bullets, so he quickly pulled out his violent firewood rifle, loaded the bullet, and fired.
A guy just stepped out from behind the iron frame, and countless lead bullets hit him. The bullets penetrated countless bloody holes in his body, and probably even shattered his internal organs.
Puff puff, sounds like farts sounded one after another, and all the enemies that appeared in Ling Yun's field of vision turned into a hornet's nest.
Until the last bullet casing fell on the ground, two more guys flashed out from behind the iron shelf. The hard sound of the AK47 was accompanied by the scream of the bullet. Ling Yun hurriedly hid behind the stairs, but the violent firewood rifle in his hand was thrown away. It went out and hit a guy on the head.
The enemy fired back, sparks flashed in front of his eyes, and the stairs were filled with clanking sounds. Barrett took it out and locked onto the two guys through the corner of the stairs.
A harsh roar sounded, and Barrett's moment of burning anger finally came. Golden light cut through the air, and the air trembled.
The guy who was hit by the violent firewood gun covered his face before half of his head came out. Bang, the head exploded, and red and white things flew everywhere.
Seeing the miserable state of his companion, the guy next to him was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his legs weak.
The cartridge case popped out, and another bullet hit it. Pulling up the bolt, the bullet was loaded, and there was another explosion.
There was a bullet hole in the iron plate. The guy was blown away by the powerful impact. He vomited blood and his internal organs were probably minced.
The scope moved up and several guys were clearly seen rushing down from the fourth floor along the passage.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Hey, hey, you bunch of bastards, come on, I won't fight back,"
Ling Yun was shocked. Barrett's powerful recoil made it almost impossible for him to control this peerless weapon. The bullets streaked through the air with golden trajectories. Every time he roared, a guy would become a dead soul under the gun.
His chest blossomed, and the last guy was shocked to the core. He rolled down the stairs. The third floor finally regained its calm. All he could hear was his own heartbeat and the sound of bullet shells rolling on the ground.
77, there are only 23 terrorists left on the platform.
Sweat had already soaked through his clothes. Ling Yun leaned against a pillar and kept breathing heavily.
Although this is a game, the thrill of massacre is still irresistible.
Silently pulling out the empty magazine and loading a new one silently, Ling Yun looked at the endless sea in the distance without even looking at the gun, as if it had become a habit.
Just after replacing the magazines of all the firearms, a system prompt suddenly came, Ding, the hostages have been killed, and there are currently 10 hostages left.
There was only one hostage left. Ling Yun stood up and rushed straight to the fourth floor. Now he had no choice but to fight hard.
Before he could reach the stairs, intensive gunshots rang out from above, and countless bullets rained down.
He hurriedly retreated. The ground in front of him was full of dancing sparks. If he took even a step slower, he would probably turn into a hornet's nest.
The enemy's firepower was so intense that they couldn't get close to the stairs at all. Looking outside, they saw that the cable had long been burned by the fire, and the volley dance skill was still gray.
What should I do? Ling Yun thought of the switch task. No matter how much it was, he should pull it off first.
He turned around and rushed into the control room, pulled over the old man and said, "Where is the main switch?"
"It's...over there," the old man trembled, obviously frightened by Ling Yun.
Turning the corner, a large sign with the danger of high voltage written in Russian was hung on the wall. Next to it was a row of electronic switches with beige indicator lights.
Bang bang bang, Ling Yun pulled down all the switches without hesitation, and the entire mine platform suddenly went dark.
Ding, the second ring of the current mission is completed, and the reward is 200,000 experience and 100 reputation.
Ding, start the third round of the mission: Hornet, prevent Pavlov from getting the ZR ore, and be careful of the enemy's Apache gunship.
When the Apache gunship was mentioned, Ling Yun felt his head grow bigger. That guy was simply a killing machine, and no one could compete with it.
Looking at the blurry surroundings, Ling Yun showed a faint smile. The black space gave me a pair of black eyes. I never use them to find light, I only use them to kill people.
Turning on the disguise and sneaking, Ling Yun's figure disappeared into the darkness.
At the top of the stairs on the fourth floor, five terrorists set up AK47s on the railings and blocked every corner of the stairs with aiming stars.
The cold wind blew, and the five of them shivered at the same time. They looked around subconsciously. The surroundings were pitch black, and not even a ghost could be seen.
