As soon as that extra voice appeared, everyone's hearts sank. This clearly told us that someone had already arrived here first and was waiting for us here.
The King of Hell, who has always been the leader, did not express his position at this time, and we could not even hear his voice. The darkness suddenly plunged the entire team into panic. But fortunately, except for Qianba, the people in this team
All of them had received more or less formal military training. Even though everyone was panicking, they did not get into a mess. Because everyone reached a consensus in their hearts that if you panic, the team will be destroyed at that time.
when.
When the fat man saw that the King of Hell was silent, he shouted into the lightless sky: "Grandma, who is pretending to be a ghost here?"
Zhang Shangyan tugged on the corner of Fatty's clothes and signaled Fatty to be quiet, so as not to anger the group of people. From their attitude towards the fishmen, we can fully believe that these people are inhumane. But I
He stopped Zhang Shangyan, patted the fat man on the shoulder, and signaled the fat man to continue.
"Are you two crazy?" Zhang Zhangyan scolded us in a low voice, and at the same time, a group of people responded.
But at this time, the fat man's voice suddenly dropped and he whispered: "Shut up, fat man."
Fatty has never had this kind of attitude towards Zhang Shangyan. The sudden change of attitude shocked me. Is it because of Palm Yan’s attitude towards him? Or did Fatty suddenly lose his temper? I don’t know.
After the fat man drank the palm swallow, he started to curse again, and all the subsequent taunts were thrown into the air. Even the eighteenth generation of his ancestors cursed him over and over again, but the man in the dark never made a sound, just like
It was as if he disappeared after saying that sentence.
Seeing that the fat man's curses were useless, I signaled the fat man not to continue. It seemed that the tortoise in the dark did not dare to come out once he hid in the dark. But the fat man suddenly smiled at me mysteriously and said: "Destiny.
, just watch my performance."
After that, the fat man suddenly shouted: "The people you placed in our team have been eliminated, do you still want to expect cooperation from inside and outside?"
"Impossible." A soft negation appeared on the upper right side of us. The fat man's ears twitched and the gun in his hand fired with a bang.
I agreed before that Fatty continued to curse because the sound as soon as he came in made us turn off the flashlights. During the following period, we had already found a bunker. From the previous sound, we had roughly determined the position of the person in the dark. Fatty
The curse was meant to induce that person to shoot or speak. Just like before, once he opened his mouth or fired, the gun in the fat man's hand was already loaded, waiting for him to say a word.
It's a pity that the fat man's shot hit the stone wall. It only created a small spark and caught a small area. But the bright light disappeared quickly. It was impossible to use that bright light to shoot a gun.
When there was no result, Fatty and I both felt a little bit in our hearts. Opportunities are fleeting.
But the fat man clapped the gun in his hand and walked out of the bunker. I couldn't hold him back, thinking that this damn fat man wouldn't really miss a shot and go crazy.
"King of Hell, have you dealt with that mouse?"
The fat man actually greeted the King of Hell. Could it be that the King of Hell who had disappeared before was...
"Hmph, it's a piece of cake. We've already finished it." The voice of the King of Hell came from the previous person's position.
"What's going on? Didn't you expect to kill that person with one shot?" I guessed wrong for the first time, and an unprecedented sense of frustration came to my mind.
The fat man patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are not a god, Tianming. It is normal for you to guess wrong. Do you really think I am a sharpshooter? I can tell the position by listening to the sound, but if I want to hit the target with one sentence from such a distance, don't I?"
Possible."
"What about you? Damn, I'm such an idiot." I slapped my head, but if it goes as I thought, that would be great.
"That's right, the speed of the King of Hell can now match the speed of lightning threading a needle. What is meant by lightning threading a needle? It means that in the time of a flash of lightning, the thread is passed through the eye of the needle. What matters is reaction, speed and eyesight. The shot I just made was just
In order to create a moment of light, just leave the rest to the King of Hell." The fat man heard the frustration in my voice, and he seemed very happy.
"Everyone, prepare your wolf-eye flashlights and continue on the road. We can't stay here for long." The voice of the King of Hell came again. The King of Hell paused and began to reassure people: "What threat a ragtag group wants to give our team is really a fantasy.
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The fat man chuckled: "King of Hell, you are really putting yourself on the line. A master who is better than you will come out later. Let's see what you do."
"Fat man, can you stop talking like a crow mouth? If you talk, nothing good will happen. Let's turn on the flashlights." The King of Hell seemed to be guilty of eating the fat man's crow mouth, so he said this.
"It's not necessary." A deeper voice came from behind the King of Hell, and we yelled in our hearts, "Is there more than one person here?"
"You are..." Before the King of Hell finished speaking, he let out a muffled groan, obviously being restrained.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that a ragtag group of people is exchanged for the core and masters of your team. Do you think this deal is very suitable?" The man raised his head and laughed, "Okay, the protagonists are all out,
Turn on the light."
As soon as the man finished speaking, we felt a blur in front of our eyes, and countless wolf-eye flashlights appeared in all directions, exposing us to the light. At this time, we seemed to have lost the barrier, and everyone broke into a cold sweat.
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It took five or six minutes for my half-closed eyes to adjust, and then I could clearly see where we were. We were in a huge tunnel-like cave, and we were standing on the flat ground of the tunnel.
There is an underground river nearly ten meters wide in the center of the flat land, which is trickling with underground water. There is something flashing past in the underground water, but when I look again, I find there is nothing, but I always feel that it is not what it feels like.
There is a excavated stone path in the center of the cave. There is a thick guardrail around the stone path. The guardrail is as high as a person's chest. It is an excellent bunker. The King of Hell is standing behind the bunker, and his hands have been covered by a
The old man was locked with one hand and could not move at all. You must know that the King of Hell is an ascetic of the Bon religion. How could he be controlled by others? Even if he is controlled by others, it is impossible to say that he is controlled by an old man who looks weak.
Control with one hand.
The moisture on this old man's body seems to have dissipated over time, as if there is only a piece of human skin left. His face is really immortal, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard. If his skin had a little more moisture, he would really be immortal.
But the look on this person's face always makes you feel that this person has an unspeakable evil aura, especially the pair of eyes staring straight at the person. If he takes a look at you, it seems that you are thinking
Everything was seen clearly.
In addition to the fallen man and the old man, there were two other people on the stone path. They were dressed in black and even had their faces covered, but I recognized the thing in their hands. The nickname of that thing was the Chicago Typewriter. This thing is coming
After a while, everyone will probably lie down.
In fact, the "Chicago Typewriter" is the Thompson submachine gun, designed by Americans O.V. Perth and T.H. Ockerhoff. It is also called the Chicago Printer. The earliest production model was the M1921, and later the M1923 appeared one after another.
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8 series submachine guns. Among them, the M1928A1 type was successfully developed in 1930 and equipped with a small amount of the US military. It was also used by the Allied forces in World War II. In 1942, based on the M1928A1 type, the M1 type submachine gun was developed
gun, and was officially equipped with the US military, becoming the first standard submachine gun of the US military. Later, it was improved to the M1A1 submachine gun based on the M1 type. During World War II, the production volume of Thompson submachine guns reached more than 1.4 million units, and production ceased in 1945. Chicago Typing
"Machine" is not a machine gun, because although the gun fires continuously and has very powerful firepower, unlike machine guns that use high-power rifle bullets, the Thomson submachine gun uses 9 mm caliber ACP, which is a pistol bullet. This is the difference between submachine guns
And the biggest feature of the machine gun.
It's called the Chicago Typewriter because:
First, when it is launched, the sound is like a typewriter. At the same time, Thomson also has other nicknames: Chicago Violin and Chicago Piano. Is it strange why he can't live without Chicago? Haha, this is the next reason!
Second: The development of this gun had epoch-making significance at the time. On the one hand, it could fire continuously, and its rate of fire was as high as heaven and earth compared to the manual rifles at that time. On the other hand, although the gun had a rate of fire like a machine gun,
, but much smaller than machine guns (machine guns at that time were big guys like the Maxim, weighing dozens of kilograms).
As soon as everyone saw the Chicago Typewriter, they all started to stop talking. They would not be able to deal with anyone but a bullet. Even the most noisy fat man behaved.
"Are you a member of the Bon religion? Why are you a master of the Bon religion's dragon capture?" The king of hell suddenly said, which surprised everyone. The other party actually had a master of the Bon religion.
"You are not qualified to know." A sinister smile appeared on the old man's face, but he didn't even give the King of Hell face.
"The people of Bon religion sit straight upright. If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not. How come there is so much nonsense." The king of hell was also angry. It seemed that the old man's approach was incompatible with the teachings of Bon religion.
"Because I don't need to talk so much to a dead man." The old man was also angry. The free one turned into a sharp knife, and the sharp nails gathered together and rushed towards the neck of the King of Hell.