Chapter 29 As long as he doesn't make a cameo appearance on God, everything is fine
The textile factory was blown to pieces by a suicide attack launched by rats. Although the main building was intact and the load-bearing walls said it could still hold up, the wires and network cables were all broken. The empty factory building had no lighting and was shrouded in dust.
, you can’t even see a human figure five meters away.
The killers who are still alive are like frightened birds at this moment, their ears are buzzing with painful groans, and their gray-headed faces are full of panic, no different from ordinary people.
Firefox and Wesley rushed in from the window. After getting a little familiar with the surrounding environment, they fired continuously. Their precise shooting skills took away the lives of a dozen killers in an instant.
The killers in the factory began to fight back, using looms as cover, and soon formed a line of defense.
The two sides began to exchange fire!
Wesley leaned against the concrete pillar, his heart racing at more than 400 beats per minute. The intensive gunfire made him lose his sense of proportion, but instead provided him with accurate positioning.
There are still a lot of killers. As long as they still hold guns in their hands, they are deadly existences that cannot be ignored. But Wesley is not panic at all. The gap between these people and him is so big that in slow motion, neither party is there.
a frequency.
Wesley flicked his arm, and a bullet flew out in an arc, hitting a killer hiding behind the loom. The Firefox next to him was no less impressive. He held a gun in both hands and fired his bow left and right. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he took
The grenade was thrown close to the ground.
boom!
After the screams, the killers who tried to step forward retreated.
After all, the killer is a killer, and he is used to being alone. We cannot expect them to make tacit tactical cooperation. If they are given the opportunity to assassinate one by one, they can kill a platoon of special forces. But if the two sides confront each other and have a head-on conflict, they will
He was beaten so hard that he didn't even have a chance to call daddy.
Sometimes, the number of people cannot be regarded as the basis for victory or defeat!
The repairman was panting and lying next to the loom. Although his posture was awkward, he had to do it in order to save his life. The two intruders were fully armed and dressed like special police, but the repairman recognized one of them at a glance as Wesley.
One person has an 80% chance of being a Firefox.
The repairman didn't understand why Firefox would betray the Brotherhood, but now was not the time to think about that. He knew very well that both of them had the ability to shoot in an arc, so he didn't show up and shoot rashly.
The repairman adjusted the revolver in his hand, looked at the corpses around him, and began to consider the feasibility of surviving. At this moment, a crisp sound of clanging fell in front of his face, and he froze after just one glance.
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Grenade!
"Shit!"
These two words are the repairman's last words. He survived a grenade explosion in his face. That's how the protagonist and the villain are treated. He is just a minor supporting character with a few lines, and he received lunch on the spot.
The sudden explosion woke up the others, and there were many people in the area where the repairman had just been lying down. A grenade almost wiped out the whole group, and those who survived lost the ability to continue fighting.
Just when the killers were wondering where the grenade came from, another flash bomb appeared in their sights...
boom!!!
Because of the dust and the huge space, the power of the flash bomb explosion was reduced, but it was enough to blind their eyes.
The killers fell down in pain holding their heads, with snot and tears streaming all over the floor. Their ears were temporarily deafened, and they all lost their ability to resist.
Russell strode out with the M4A1 in his arms and fired back and forth at the killers rolling on the ground. There was no need to aim, just pull the trigger until the magazine was empty.
Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta———
After emptying the magazine, Russell waved to Wesley, who was peeping over there. Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in his heart, and the danger prediction that was about to evolve into a skill reminded him that there was someone behind him.
Without thinking, Russell fell to the ground, only to hear a gunshot and bullets flying over his head.
A killer who was shot in the leg was lucky enough to escape the rounds of grenades and flash bangs because the cat was in the corner.
The moment Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington M870 behind him. After a gunshot, the lucky killer was directly blasted away.
Being hit by a shotgun, there is no possibility of survival, no matter how thick the body armor is!
Russell didn't even need to refill his gun. He patted the dust on his body and gestured to Wesley again. The killers in the factory were almost cleared. Next, it was time to go to the second and third floors. It was like clearing the level.
Like the BOSS, Sloan is in the innermost office on the third floor.
As for the top floor, that is the room where the Loom of Destiny is placed. The entire floor is used to display the loom, and no one else is allowed to enter except with Sloane's permission.
Wesley was about to meet Russell, but when he didn't want to turn around, Firefox walked along the stairs beside him to the second floor. Wesley decisively ignored Russell, his body was very honest, and followed him according to his will.
Russell: "..."
The second floor is the dining hall, dormitories and other areas. The damage caused by the rat bombs was very low. Russell guessed that there were many killers lurking inside.
Sure enough, after Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, a fierce exchange of fire broke out instantly.
The leader of the killers is the gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood. He is the most proficient with guns among all the killers. The fun here refers to modification. Firefox’s modified M1911 pistol was made by him. In the Brotherhood,
Whenever someone asks for it, the gunsmith can complete it and modify the pistol to their satisfaction.
The gunsmith is very knowledgeable in this area. He is familiar with the performance of all guns, especially pistols. This is something that cannot be achieved with hard work. It can be said to be a gift.
God is fair. If you open a window, the door will be welded shut. Therefore, the gunsmith is good with pistols, but his shooting talent is mediocre.
The gunsmith's favorite pistol is the M1911 pistol, and I also use a modified version with a muzzle device and a scope to make up for his lack of shooting talent.
When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group of people on the second floor to wait for the intruders to arrive.
Facing the semi-automatic firepower of the killers, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to fight back with small pistols. Submachine guns came in handy. In the narrow corridor on the second floor, submachine guns were king.
Russell followed the stairs to the second floor, listened to the fierce gunfire, and decisively went up to the third floor. He believed that Wesley and Firefox could handle each other, so he would not cause trouble.
On the way to the third floor, Russell took the time to look at the system interface. He just heard a 'ding' sound, but he didn't have time to look at it.
The system informed him that he had come into contact with the plot character ‘Fixman’, which triggered a lottery link and gave him a chance to win a lottery.
"What a good luck, but when did I contact the repairman?"
Russell has no impression and has not opened the lottery. Currently, he still has a character card of Wesley and a 'Bullet Time' skill card. Coupled with sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, it is enough to cope with the coming battle.
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The destruction of the Brotherhood was a foregone conclusion. When the rats launched their charge, there was no chance for a comeback. Russell only had to kill Sloane to complete the task. He was convinced that he could complete the task.
"I'm on the third floor. Be careful not to let Sloan escape. If you find him, don't shoot. Leave it to me!"
This was said to the cross. Russell was afraid that Sloan would run away and be sniped, and then his work would be in vain.
Cross reminded: "Be careful. Although the old guy is old and his strength has declined a lot, he still has the ability to shoot in an arc."
"An old man who is notorious for sexual harassment, has been in prison for forty years, and almost went to the bottom of the cell, what is there to be afraid of!" Russell said in ridiculing words that only he could understand.
"What!?"
"I mean, as long as he doesn't appear as God, everything is fine!"
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