This is a favorite line from gunmen in Western movies.
According to legend, in order to have the fairest duel, the sun will not affect the two parties participating in the duel, so the gunmen dueling on the street will choose to start a life-or-death duel at noon when the sun is shining directly on the ground.
As for the real situation...
Since it is a legend, it must all be false.
Those guys who make a living in a lawless place like the West are all scum, villains, and thugs. They have absolutely no limits or rules for what they do. How can there be a fair duel?
Wouldn't it be better if I secretly shot my enemy to death from behind and then peed on his corpse?
Of course, this does not mean that there has never been a fair and just duel. For example, the duel that Wild Bill participated in was a serious one that even the official could recognize.
There are many reasons here. The biggest factor is that the purpose of those who duel with Wild Bill is not to kill Bill, but to defeat him and take away his honor as the No. 1 Quickshooter in the West.
In other words, Bill's head is not valuable, but his name is.
Being famous is beneficial. Who doesn’t want to be the best in the world?
So Wild Bill was shot from behind, which was a huge loss to all the gunmen at the time - Wild Bill took his reputation into the coffin, and no one could take it away.
Subsequently, even the title of "The First Quickshooter in the West" entered history.
Because once this title is mentioned, some people say, isn’t that Wild Bill?
No matter how fast or powerful you are, you can't defeat a dead man.
So there is no "first" after Wild Bill.
Now Bill said to himself, "Noon has arrived," which naturally had nothing to do with the duel. He simply thought this sentence was cool.
Several black figures were bouncing around high-rise buildings quickly. Although there were guns in the pickup trucks on the street, they were confident.
Due to the influence of gravity, the shooting trajectories of all bullets are parabolic, so it is very difficult to shoot from the bottom up. Almost all sights will fail, and firing depends entirely on the shooter's feeling.
Not to mention that the shooter's eyes are stimulated by sunlight, making it difficult to capture the beating figure.
Specially infected people still retain most of their past memories and consciousness, and they know how to deal with "guns".
To be honest, this is really true.
Bill is a quick shooter, but not a marksman. If Iger is here, just give him an M700 and there will be a no-fly zone above his head.
Although Bill's talent is extremely good, he has been jealous of Iger since he was a child, because Iger's talent is even better. Iger's shooting talent is suitable for almost all situations, while Bill's rapid fire has great limitations.
Bill raised his head and looked around for a while and found that the black figures were not in a hurry to jump down. They were looking for the best time to attack. Bill did not dare to ask the pickup truck to slow down so that he could take aim. Who knows if there was a second one?
A small truck was flying towards him.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. These guys who only hid in dark corners and secretly attacked finally showed up. Bill didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Bill lowered his head to rest his eyes that were about to burst into tears because of the sunlight, and then said to the other long gunner in the carriage: "Gale, shoot them down."
After hearing Bill's order, Gale raised the AR-15 in his hand and started shooting upwards.
Although Bill's order was "Knock them down," in terms of Gale's ability, this sentence can only be understood as a goal of effort.
Click.
After Gale pulled the trigger for the last time, the AR-15 in his hand was out of ammunition.
Gale leveled the rifle and quickly took out a spare magazine from his waist to replace it, but at this moment, the black shadow moved.
one two three four.
Four black figures swooped down from different directions at the same time. No matter whether the pickup truck driving on the street was accelerating, decelerating, or turning and changing lanes, they could not avoid their swooping attacks.
The gap between the long gunner in the pickup truck and reloading is the opportunity that the shadowy figures have been waiting for for a long time.
As long as any black shadow falls on the car, he can easily kill the two gunmen in the cargo compartment before humans can react to their limit.
Bill squinted his eyes and looked into the air, he was also waiting for this opportunity.
"boom."
There was a gunshot.
The black shadow that was originally aiming at the carriage stagnated in mid-air. His free fall was deflected by the huge external kinetic energy. The black shadow directly hit the street and fell into a puddle of mud.
Obviously, the reason why specially infected people dare to jump from high places is not because they can't fall to pieces, but because they can control their bodies to provide some kind of buffer when they land, just like cats.
But after taking a few .375 shots in mid-air, the special infected person's body balance was broken. He hit the ground hard before he could make effective adjustments, so he fell to pieces.
There are still three of them in the air at this time. Under the influence of gravity, they are falling faster and faster.
Bill concentrated his energy to the extreme, and he completely gave up control of his body, as if another soul was controlling it.
In this state of rapid hand-eye reaction, Bill's movements were so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen.
"Bang", "bang", "bang".
Bill succeeded in giving each of them a fair volley before the black shadows landed, followed by three clicks, click, click, and the four black figures who tried to jump out of mid-air to attack were all stuck on the rough and
On the hot concrete floor.
Unlike Egg, who loves to think, Bill doesn't like to use his brain, so until now, he doesn't know what his talent is.
No matter what happens, as long as it works well.
Bill opened the magazine of the revolver, poured out a few hot bullets, loaded the last bullet in the speed loader, and then inserted the gun back into the holster.
Then, under Gale's respectful eyes, Bill shook off his aching hands and began to reload the speed loader he had just used. This was his most important tool.
UI.
Bill is not afraid of encountering elite enemies, but he is afraid of encountering overwhelming enemies.
As long as the number of enemies is small, the more elite the better.
What I fight is the elite.
"Roar!"
A huge roar came from behind, and Bill turned around to look, oh shit, a car was flying towards him in mid-air.
However, it was obvious that the speed of the thrown car was far unable to keep up with the speed of the pickup truck, and the car landed dozens of meters behind the pickup truck.
Bill heard Iger talk about this kind of special infected person with huge strength. At that time, Iger said it very lightly, saying that he was too big and not bulletproof, so he could hit him at will.
Now it seems that this giant-type special infected person is more dangerous. If he was attacked by him sneakily, the entire vehicle would be gone in an instant.
However, the disadvantage of this infection is also obvious. Once the car escapes from the ambush point, there is nothing he can do.
Bill would definitely not turn around stupidly to get a shot. After confirming that the fourth team was wiped out, Bill's team used the walkie-talkie to report, and then they headed to the third team.
Not long after, Bill's team found the wreckage of the third team.
It seems that the ambushers all use similar techniques.
The car of the third team was overturned on the ground, and there was a twist-like car next to it. The four team members did not climb out of the overturned SUV so much as they were dragged out. Their bodies were like
Like torn rag dolls, they were scattered all over the floor.
The pickup truck of Bill's team quickly passed by the third team, but this time, the expected attack did not come.
After reporting the situation of Team 3, Team Bill made a big turn at the next intersection and headed out of the city.
…
The mountain fire is burning.
The forest, which was already withering due to high temperatures and drought, soon ignited in a large area with the help of the mountain wind. Continuous black smoke could be seen even in the town of Vasa dozens of kilometers away.
All the team members who were inspired by the blood plague went to rest under the arrangement of Vasa Town, and Egg also fell into a drowsy sleep due to the exhaustion of the past few days.
In his daze, countless snowflake-like white noises kept ringing in Egg's mind. Unlike other white noises, these white noises made him upset.
After sleeping for a while, not only did he not get a good rest, but he felt even more tired. When Iger opened his eyes, the white noise became louder and louder, rustling, whizzing, whizzing. These uninterrupted sounds caused huge interference to his thinking.
.
The Blood Plague Brain also invented an ability to hedge and shield consciousness?
Egger was not in a good state at this time. After sitting for a while, Egger gave up on falling asleep and gave up on a wave of mental resistance.
Egger walked to the window and opened the curtains.
As soon as the curtains were opened, it was completely dark outside.
Iger remembered that it was still noon when he fell asleep just now, and he just closed his eyes for a moment. He had slept for so long.
The mountains in the distance are red, and the mountain fires look even more spectacular at night.
Fire attack has been a powerful weapon for killing enemies since ancient times. In the face of natural disasters, weak humans have almost no power to resist except running away.
Whether it was the Battle of Chibi or the Battle of Yiling, hundreds of thousands of armies were wiped out in the face of fire attacks.
However, fire attack is also an extremely cruel way to kill the enemy. After Zhuge Liang burned the vine armor soldiers, he thought that he had lost his virtue and would lose his life. Therefore, his seven-star life-extending lantern was knocked over by Wei Yan who suddenly broke in. Zhuge Liang also thought that
It's God's will.
As his thoughts spread here, Egger suddenly realized that the sounds of snowflakes in his mind were probably the wails of the infected in the forest that was on fire.
Through the contact with special infected people in the past few days, Egg found that in the psychic network, the only ones who can really broadcast on all channels are Blood Plague Brain and himself. Although other special infected people have also joined the psychic network,
The psychic waves they emit can only be received within a certain distance.
Even an ordinary infected person, who has no thought, no consciousness, and no self like an ant, will still scream in agony when being burned by the fire.
After discovering this, Egg fell into silence.
He was not thinking about life and humanity, but truly estimating whether this fire could extinguish the incoming wave of infected people.
In fact, when he first proposed the arson plan, Iger had no idea. He just had the idea of giving it a try since there was no other way.
Unexpectedly, the right time, place, people and people have all come together. Now the entire sky in the north has turned red, and the area burned cannot be estimated. The best part is that the infected people are filling the fire scene by themselves.
If a large number of living people encountered a mountain fire, they would have fled long ago and lost their "humanity". It would be useless no matter how big the fire was.
I don't know whether the blood plague brain will feel pain when so many "cells" suddenly die, and I don't know what kind of reaction it will have after feeling the pain.
By the way, the screams of ordinary infected people after death should not be heard here. In fact, the sound of snowflakes should be made by the Blood Plague Brain.
Egger leaned against the window and looked at the smoking "volcano" in the distance. His thoughts were wandering, the heart of the blood plague, the brain of the blood plague, the infected, the special infected, the infected, the relationship and connection between them.
What is it like?
It's really curious.
But as Father Locke likes to say: This is meaningless to our current situation.
Egger stopped meaningless thinking. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was actually 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. So he opened the voice software and left a message for Maria.
After thinking for a long time, Iger decided to let Gospel Radio inform Bill and Nicholas, so that the infected people all over the mountains and plains would not be smoked back by the fire, and then turn around and block them in the city.
After sending the voice message, maybe because he slept for a long time, Egg is not sleepy yet. He is now very worried about Team Bill.
I don’t know how many infected people there are in Rama City, and I don’t know if Bill’s team has entered Rama City and how it is progressing.
Iger felt anxious. It would be great if he could contact Bill right away.
Before there was no mobile phone communication, I was used to not getting any news for ten days and a half when I was out in the field. Now that there is a mobile phone network, I can't wait to send one to everyone. Whoever I want to contact can get through the phone with just one beep.
Thinking of this, Iger took out his mobile phone and made a voice call.
"Hey, you're not asleep yet." After the call was connected, Iger said to the phone.
To be honest, it would be better if Dina could be woken up in the middle of the night.
Egg remembered that Dina was so inhumane to him, and making a phone call was like urging her to die.
"Not yet." Dina's voice sounded a little tired.
"I said, can you help me open a few more mobile phone networks?" Iger said shamelessly to Dina, "I have too few mobile phones here, and it is inconvenient to use them."
After a few seconds of silence, Dina said: "I'll ask about this tomorrow. Is there anything else?"
Egger heard the impatience in Dina's voice, and he quickly said: "It's okay, goodbye."
Beep, Iger hung up the phone first.
After hanging up the cell phone communication, Iger looked at the fiery red sky outside the window again and decided to continue sleeping.
Egger stretched out his hand to close the curtains and lay back on the bed in the dark.
The white noise in my head is still there, but now Iger sounds so pleasant.
