Every sound of "retreat" was accompanied by several bullets flying out of the gun. Pieces of bullets flew in the darkness and hit the target. The repeated attacks aimed at the body caused a huge impact on the target, but it seemed that there was no impact on the target.
It did not cause any damage. When all the bullet warheads came into contact with the leather jacket, they were instantly torn. The silver mercury material carried by the warheads was disordered into a small mist in the air, flying towards a group of galaxies in the darkness, surrounding the target.
Rotate.
Li Ze finally knew how the footsteps of two people made the sound. It had four legs, in front and behind, like playing with two people and three legs.
"Damn it! Have we fallen into a Resident Evil game? Why do we look so much like the tyrant in it?" Li Ze shouted.
"How do I know?" Cyril took out a grenade and threw it to the monster.
I thought I could do some damage to it, but something unexpected happened. I grabbed the grenade with my big hand, and held it in my hand to examine it as if nothing had happened. The violent explosion shook the whole room.
Yoyo, Cyril, who is a mixed race, was also affected at such a close range that he tumbled in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
The bronze face seemed to be wearing a mask, and the eyes on it were like copper bells scanning the prey in the room.
The target stooped over the waste and walked in gracefully. He had never seen that kind of height in the NBA. Even Yao Ming looked like a little devil in front of him. His whole body was wrapped in a straitjacket, and he wore this dark windbreaker outside.
, but because of the explosion, the windbreaker has now turned into a tattered cloak hanging on the body, adding a dangerous atmosphere.
A red-black flower suddenly bloomed between his eyebrows, and the crystal bullet mixed directly with the dirty blood in his skull, generating a huge amount of heat and forcibly tearing his skull.
A Desert Eagle was steaming, and Li Ze took it out from his pocket. There were five crystal bullets in it, a top-secret weapon handed to him by Professor Philip before leaving - a threat to the original sin. p>
Li Ze held up the Desert Eagle and walked nervously to the tyrant. He was afraid that he would not die, so he kept the insurance on.
The muscles have begun to wither, and the skin is firmly attached to the bones, like a suddenly exploded balloon, and now it has become a thin layer of skin. Drops of corpse water, along with oil beads, hang tremblingly all over the body. The head of the corpse has disappeared.
Only the body below the neck is left. In the surprisingly neat neck incision, there is a white flesh insect burrowing back and forth.
Thinking of the terror of this guy just now, Li Ze couldn't help but let out a cry, raised his foot and stepped on the meat insect. Because Xamil's voice just echoed in his head..."
That's a control insect, and this was originally the body of a dragon species."
"Dragon seed!" Cyril wiped the hot blood from his neck. The grenade was also modified, and the impact almost killed him there.
"Damn it, is this the BOSS?" Huck stood up with difficulty. One of his ribs was broken. If it weren't for his strong body, he could only lie there unable to move.
"Thankfully there is Dawn."
"It's all in Li Ze's hands?"
"That's right, as Professor Philip's beloved disciple, Professor Philip specially gave it to me." Cyril said, "Assistant Commissioner, it is arranged to prevent unexpected events. In fact, the real combat power is the third brother, not me." p>
"It feels a bit like prejudice."
"You can understand that the third brother is the youngest daughter of those old guys. We eldest sons can only accompany him to be happy and troublesome." Cyril shrugged.
"If there is no 'Dawn'..." Huck covered his chest.
"We would have died here a long time ago. I don't think my revelation will be of any use against the dragon species." Cyril looked directly into Huck's eyes.
Huck hesitated for a moment. When he saw the dead dragon species, the first thing he thought of was the monster that spliced various bodies together, and then he thought of the tyrant in Resident Evil. Because every joint has an interface, although there is no seam.
Needles, but the huge straitjacket seems to be used to stabilize the body. If every joint is cut off, it may regenerate or be reconnected, so Li Ze's use of 'Dawn' is completely the right choice.
Li Ze put the safety on and put away the Desert Eagle, took out his mobile phone and pretended to check the time. Then based on the message in the text message, he took out a spare 'Dawn', gritted his teeth and broke it, and dropped the blood from the bullet on the body.
He grabbed the rifle from Cyril's hand and fired. The sparks caused the fire. The dragon's body began to slowly melt in the flames and was immediately immersed in the floor.
Huck was about to step forward to stop it, because this room was entirely made of wooden materials, and they had nothing to put it out once it was ignited.
But as soon as he took a step, Huck stopped, or froze. The fire had no temperature at all, and the flames were so high, but standing next to it was as if he had lost his senses.
Cyril also wanted to ask about the purpose of doing this, but suddenly the scene changed, and the door that had been bombed was restored to its original state as if it were starting over.
A series of strange things made his heart almost explode, and a dull banging sound began to echo outside the door.
"Get ready." Cyril shouted.
The people who were being bandaged picked up their guns again.
If the footsteps before were like entering a haunted house, the footsteps at this moment were like the ghost had walked above them. The sound of "squeaking" kept echoing above their heads, like a bunch of big rats playing with their loot, and the light was like a ghost.
This kind of sound makes everyone feel uncomfortable.
"Knock...knock...knock..."
Knock on the door, ring!
Originally, the muzzle of the gun had been pointed from the door to the ceiling, but now it felt like a peach was stuffed in the throat, and everyone was aiming at the door again... The saliva could no longer be produced, and even the red blood cells were in a state of failure. p>
Cyril and Huck looked at each other, said nothing, and listened carefully with bated breath.
The sound was erratic, light and heavy, as if he wasn't sure whether there was anyone inside. But every time there was a knock on the door, it was followed by an inaudible "squeak" sound, like a person who was pinching his neck and trying desperately to speak but couldn't.
There was a groan, and then there was the sound of "plop, plop, plop" in the air.
Could it be a big mouse with a pair of wings standing outside?
Everyone thinks so.
But Cyril discovered that there was a doorknob on the door that was originally empty.
In the unbelievable situation, Cyril took the lead to calm down his emotions: "Did you see it?"
"Saw it!" Huck whispered.
"Can your body still use RPG?"
"It should be fine."
"Okay." Cyril looked at Li Ze, "Third brother, 'Dawn' is ready."
Li Ze nodded, took out the Desert Eagle again, and opened the safety cover.
He didn’t know what the A level of firearm usage tested by Loeb was, but he seemed to have a strong ability to use various firearms. However, his physical fitness was a flaw, and powerful firearms could only be modified by the equipment department.
Use. For example, if the Desert Eagle in hand was not modified before modification, it would definitely be knocked to the wall by the recoil.
Aiming the gun, after experiencing so many FPS games, Li Ze naturally aimed at the headshot line.
Although it is useless, the ‘Dawn’ in the magazine is the trump card.