"The snipers are already in position. How is the situation on your side?"
Cross touched the in-ear micro walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 2 kilometers away from Textile Factory No. 17. Even a top sniper would not be able to hit every shot at this distance, but Cross could. He had a lot of adrenaline.
, in terms of sniping, the further away, the more accurate it is.
The time of the attack was not chosen at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, Textile Factory No. 17 was the territory of the Brotherhood, and they were more familiar with the terrain.
The cross is facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights are within his shooting range. This is the best position he has determined after many investigations. There are no sniper points around that can threaten him.
In the scope, the garbage truck drove across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory.
"No problem, the mice are already in place!" Firefox sat in the passenger seat and replied coldly.
"Be careful. It will take a while for the rats to break into the textile factory. During this time, you will encounter a wave of fire. Try not to shoot. I will cover you in case you run out of ammunition later."
This is the style of the cross. If you can snipe, you won't masturbate. If you can masturbate, you won't engage in melee combat. If you can engage in melee combat, you won't engage in hand-to-hand combat.
"clear!"
After Firefox finished replying, he nodded to Wesley, who put the car in gear, reversed, and slammed into the door of the textile factory.
When the garbage truck appeared, the killers of the Brotherhood noticed something strange. Many people opened the small windows and looked down. Each of them is a killer and they are very vigilant, but just because everyone is a killer,
They never thought that someone would take the initiative to attack here.
boom!!!
The door of the textile factory was knocked open, and the killers looked at the reckless garbage truck. Then they woke up from a dream and picked up the things in their hands and aimed downwards.
Wesley's parking spot was chosen just right. The driver's seat was stuck in the door, using the terrain as cover. From the city wall, there was a blind spot on the inside of the door, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck was not something ordinary bullets could penetrate.
Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window. Under his command, dozens of firepower points began to pour ammunition down below, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.
Suddenly, Sloan felt a twinge of death and fell to the ground without even thinking.
A scream sounded from the top of the building, and the body fell down. When it passed the window, Sloan's face twitched. When the muffled sound of falling to the ground came out, it made him feel even colder.
"Damn cross!"
Sloan used the shadow of the wall to leave the dangerous window, located in the office on the third floor, which is the safest room of Textile Factory No. 17. He is the leader, responsible for conveying the instructions of the loom, rather than holding a gun and invading
or fight.
Sloan thought about it a lot, but he didn't expect that Cross would be so bold as to launch an attack. The contrast in numbers was too obvious, and no one who knew a little bit about addition and subtraction would make such a choice.
He recalled the members who were deployed on missions in order to expand the search area and find the cross. Now he regrets it a little and should have acted earlier.
Firefox pressed the button and opened the enclosed compartment of the garbage truck, pushing all the thousands of rats out of the truck like taking out the trash.
Because of the intensive gunshots, the mice had already screamed in fear, and immediately fled in all directions as they were pushed out of the car. The vast space could not make them feel at ease. On the contrary, the dark textile factory seemed to be extremely safe, so
Sayazi ran away wildly.
Looking at these rats, the killers of the Brotherhood were a little uneasy. Several of them were smart people who knew "Pesticide" and realized the danger of these rats and started shooting at them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
The cross's cheerful sniping begins. In the state of bullet time, it is easy to snipe the figures on high walls or windows.
Realizing that the enemy had snipers, the killers also took aim with their sniper rifles. However, when they looked through the scope and saw the snipers two kilometers away, they were all frightened.
It's too far and beyond their capabilities!
Bang! Bang! Bang————
After a few more shots, no one dared to show their head again.
From the small door inside the city wall, more than a dozen killers rushed out with guns. They wanted to kill Wesley on the garbage truck. Because of the shielding of the high wall, there was no need to worry about being hit by sniper rifles.
The logic was very smooth, but within a few steps of rushing out, they were forced back by grenades thrown by Firefox and Wesley, who were standing close to the crack of the door. After two explosions, this group of heroic hapless guys were all seriously injured by shrapnel.
He died in a short time.
The explosion of grenades made the killers dare not move rashly, and the rats were even more stimulated, and they all ran into the textile factory.
Soon, curses and gunshots rang out in the textile factory. The rats were stimulated and ran around like crazy, spreading rapidly like a virus. If they were ordinary rats, they would not make the killers look so pale, but they had a watch-like shape tied to their backs.
The time bomb rat is different.
More and more killers are involved in the eradication of rats. Rats are everywhere in every corner. With their large numbers, the killers begin to wail in despair.
Killing mice is not the same as dismantling bombs. Looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile factory became even more chaotic.
The time is too short to defuse the bomb!
Forced by the desire to survive, some people began to attack the door, but were blown back by Firefox and Wesley. The killers who fought back from the window were named one by one with crosses.
The unbreakable castle has now become a coffin with no way out. When they die, they can find a priest to bury them!
Time passed by, and Fire Fox listened to the desperate wailing in the textile factory, but there was no mercy in his eyes.
There were many people in the textile factory who were deceived by Sloan like her. They thought they were assassins of destiny and fought to maintain world peace. Without knowing it, they became Sloan's accomplices for profit.
To be fair, these people are innocent, they are just victims.
But Firefox's faith made her heart extremely cold. These killers were innocent, and so were the people they killed. How many happy families were torn apart because of this, and how many children were crying in front of their parents' graves.
The killers may not know it, but they are already sinners.
"time up!"
Firefox looked at his watch, and he and Wesley lay on the ground holding their heads at the same time.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom————
Intense explosions resounded throughout the textile factory, almost at the same time. All the glass was shattered in an instant, and screams and wails echoed in the smoke and dust.
The textile factory became a hell on earth. The raised dust reduced visibility. Textile machine parts scattered by the explosion could be seen everywhere on the ground, but more of them were broken limbs and dark red blood stains.
The power of the watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile factory to such a tragic extent, but the special ingredients in peanut butter are different. The power of the explosion after being heated is not to be underestimated.
Those who were directly killed by the explosion were lucky, and did not have to bleed to death in pain. Those who were missing arms or legs, or had wooden thorns or metal parts stuck in their bodies, were miserable. They were running out of time and could not wait for rescue.
Even if we wait for an ambulance, there are so many injured people who cannot be saved.
"It's time to take action. The plan is going well. You must be careful next time. It will be difficult for me to provide cover for you."
Cross looked at the scope, a flash of pleasure flashed in his eyes. He still maintained his sniping action to prevent anyone from escaping from the textile factory. Based on his understanding of the brotherhood members, if someone really took advantage of the chaos to escape, it would most likely be Sloan.
"receive!"
Wesley replied. He took a deep breath, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he entered bullet time. But when he turned around, Firefox had already rushed out first, scaring him so much that he hurriedly followed.
The two men rushed from the direction of the door and jumped over the blown-out window. Their neural emission exceeded the limit of human beings. Their active thinking could quickly analyze the information obtained from various senses. Their brains would convey instructions as quickly as possible and kill all those who were still alive.
A person with the ability to resist.
At the same time, Russell also broke in from the back door and made a plan to clear the textile factory, that is, the lobby on the first floor, from both sides.
When Russell broke in, the enemies in front of him were blocking Wesley and Firefox. Looking at the figures with their backs to him, Russell threw the grenade and fell into the crowded area, while the rest picked up their M4A1 and started shooting.
Of course, before that, he also threw a flash bomb!