Chapter 18 Call for the first good piece of equipment
The Butcher fell into a dazed state, and Black and White ignored him. He lowered his head and looked expectantly at the two pieces of equipment he had obtained. This was the first time he had snatched the equipment from an NPC!
The butcher knife carrying dreams (I have a dream, the killer who uses the knife is the real killer!)
Sharpness of Faith: 10% chance of destroying firearms.
Explosion of Dreams: Blocks one bullet 100%, cooling time is twenty-four hours.
PS: With it, you can be a piglet happily!
Hiss! Looking at the two pig-killing knives with the same properties in his hands, black and white suddenly have a black line on his forehead, damn! There is a 10% chance of destroying the firearm, but he was so unlucky to encounter it, this low-level system
As expected, he is tireless in destroying people!
Well, okay, I don't have any expectations about the probability, but the effect of blocking bullets is really amazing! You must know that two knives mean that they can block two bullets in a short time. If the knife holder
The speed is fast enough to be able to swing the knife at close range before the enemy pulls the trigger for the third time! This may be the ultimate method for this fat man to truly become famous, but unfortunately, our talent for dexterity is not just talk, it is cheap.
Here we go!
"Tch, no wonder you were always clamoring for me to draw the sword before. Huh, I know you talkative villains all have a conspiracy!"
As Black and White spoke, he turned the two knives in his hands with great dexterity. Such agility made the butcher speechless.
"Turns out he is a master at playing with knives, but I was mistaken!" The butcher looked crazy, and he pushed off the hanging pork and picked up two hooks at the same time, as if he was going to fight the black and white fire to the end.
Black and White looked at the hooks hanging around the pork, and shook his head in confusion, "These hooks of yours should not have so many messy functions!"
The butcher didn't understand what Black and White meant, and he roared and flew towards him, but what faced him was not his two butcher knives, but a black and cold muzzle.
Butcher:MMP!
Bang! The bullet came out of the barrel and hit the butcher directly between the eyebrows. The butcher was overconfident and put the hooks of his hands on his forehead in an attempt to block the bullet like a butcher's knife. But unfortunately, he obviously did not understand the importance of equipment.
The bullet was indeed miraculously struck by the hook, but the powerful force still knocked the hook open and shot into the butcher's head. The only difference was that it aimed at the center of the eyebrows, but hit the top of the right eye.
With a bang, the heavy corpse fell down, and the brains and blood were mixed with the pig blood on the ground. He looked at the black and white and curled his lips, "It's okay to kill a pig, but also kill people! Now the human blood and pig blood are mixed together, and they are indistinguishable.
I hope you won’t be born into a pig fetus in your next life, otherwise it will be miserable!”
Bang bang bang! A series of gunshots brought Black and White's attention back. The flowers were blooming outside. Nowitzki with the wolf tattooed on his chest was really powerful. He could shoot accurately and was strong enough to carry heavy weights.
Crazy suppressive fire from machine guns.
On the contrary, the four Assassin League killer players were a little depressed. They hid in the corner one by one without even daring to risk their heads. Fortunately, they could still use arc shots again and again, otherwise they would have been killed by the Wild Wolf Gang long ago.
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Black and White scratched his cheek and turned around to look at Bartley, who had been broken into two parts. He felt another throbbing pain. Forget it, he was not really strong enough to fight against so many people. He turned around and put on the thermal imaging camera again.
Dodging the thermal images, he kept sneaking into the interior of the textile factory.
At this time, Wesley and Cross finally encountered obstacles. Because there was no black and white sniper support from outside, and many killers had recovered from the initial shock, the advance finally turned into a positional battle.
Advance.
However, ordinary killers were no match for the father and son, and their path was covered with fallen corpses one after another.
Tonight is the night of killing, and the lives in the textile factory are almost passing away in batches. The father and son can no longer remember how many bullets they have fired. They just know that Sloan's unique library is coming. If they had not expected it,
If you are wrong, that will be the final difficulty of this battle.
"Be careful, those guys under Sloan are very difficult to deal with." Cross reloaded the magazine in the pistol.
Wesley nodded, recalling the elite killers in his mind: the repairman (who beat him), the butcher (who chopped him down), the gunmaker (who made pistols for himself), Passerby A, Passerby B, Passerby
C and...Fox!
Well, the limited number of people who can be remembered are all more or less related to him. They have either given him benefits or have treated him badly. It can also be understood that Wesley is a little petty and vengeful, but he swears that he can remember it.
Fox is definitely because that girl fits his taste.
"There are constant gunshots outside. Black and White must have encountered an accident. It seems that we can't count on him. We must fight quickly to prevent the accidents outside from spreading in." Cross forgot that the sky outside the window had completely darkened, and passed by
The textile factory that was baptized by explosions and bullets had long been plunged into darkness. In this environment, everyone was almost brought to the same level. Even Sloan was probably not sure that he would hit the target without seeing.
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of foreign objects rolling in the darkness echoed in the library. No one shot easily. This kind of trick can only fool novices. They all know that if they shoot easily, their position will be exposed by the fire.
A bullet will come right after them and take their lives.
Of course, if Wesley and his son shoot, their position will also be exposed and others will know. At that time, the offense and defense will enter a situation of constant switching. Who will be more skilled in the end depends on strength and luck.
However, no one wants to be the first to be killed!
Tsk tsk tsk!
Just as everyone was waiting silently, a strange noise made everyone startled, and a large plume of smoke began to fill the entire library.
"Fuck!"
Almost in unison, all the elite killers cursed. The clanging noise before turned out to be not a cover to expose them, but a smoke bomb!
In the thick smoke, the light from the pistol will appear particularly divergent. No matter how good your eyesight is, you can only see a rough outline, so the situation becomes weird in an instant.
"You've all been cheated!" Wesley's voice came, and the gunmaker followed the sound and fired a bullet, but unfortunately nothing hit.
"Sloan has been creating goals according to his own will. For money and power, Sloan uses you as a tool in his hands. His name has already appeared on the list!"
Cross's voice was deep and deep, obviously more convincing than Wesley's, and the elite killers were obviously thinking about it out of their past awe of Cross.
"Is what he said true?"
In the darkness, under the thick smoke, Fox's voice seemed so different, and Cross and Wesley, who were hiding in the dark, also smiled and nodded. Just as they had expected, Fox was indeed the most powerful among them.
One who is obsessed with justice.
Buzz!
Light suddenly fell, the power seemed to be restored, and everyone was waiting for the moment when the smoke dissipated.
This time, Cross didn't break the lightbulb. The father and son didn't know how many elite killers there were in Hard Steel, so they focused on the heart!
The smoke finally dissipated, and miraculously, the gunshots outside seemed to have stopped. Cross frowned slightly. He was a little worried about the black and white situation, and also worried about the people outside causing trouble. They should hurry up.
"You want to know the truth?"
Sloan's old voice came, but a tall figure appeared in front of everyone so openly. He was not afraid of Cross shooting him directly, because he understood what Cross was going to do. He wanted to save these killers and save the alliance.
Yes, so that the Alliance will continue to fight for justice in the world!
Cross frowned. He didn't expect that Sloan would dare to appear so blatantly. But he did not shoot him directly as Sloan expected. So, no matter how good the villain is, he likes to talk.
"Your name appears on the list." Sloan took out the documents from behind him and handed one to the gunmaker.
"And yours!" Another one was handed to Fox, but she didn't take it but her face turned pale, and her eyes flickered and wavered.
"Your name, yours, yours, your name, everyone's name appears on the list." Sloan slammed all the documents on the table, "If it weren't for me, you would all be here now.
Gotta die."
Cross looked at this scene as if he had expected it and said: "Don't listen to him. It's because he ordered you to hurt innocent people, so your names appear on the list. You were just tricked by Sloan."
The eyes of the elite killers flickered and it was clear that they were dissatisfied with Sloan because of this matter, but Sloan still opened his hands and smiled as if he wanted to hug all the children: "How have you been recently? Gunmaker, your toys are still there
Is it fun? Fox, I remember you made up for the lipstick you lacked a few days ago! And everyone else, are the game consoles, TVs, and exercise machines in your bedroom still usable?"
The expressions of the killers were a little weird, and Sloan said again: "Do you think that the textile factory business allows you to squander bullets at will? Heroes also need to eat and drink water. If they have a stomachache, they need to poop. Here they are.
If you want to go to the big health care if you want, do you think that simply enforcing justice will allow you to live a life of whatever you want?"
"It's me! I'm raising you. We can create goals with our own rules, we can change history, and we can live a life like a god! Of course, if you want to do something meaningful, you can
Continue to eradicate evil according to the orders of the loom, well, but in your free time. But please believe me, after enjoying the beauty of life, you may not have any extra time to do those 'just' things!
"
Cross tightened his hands and almost fired. He found that he was always better at killing, and the tactics in his heart were really not suitable for him. Sloan's move was a move that took advantage of the greed in human nature and defeated him.
Los felt that he had lost and the alliance would not be able to save him.