Alien Relic Hunter

The opponent only needs to maintain this situation. Some people use firepower to suppress Allen, and the other people find a way to cross the two gaps across the center of the battlefield. After losing the distance and cover, even if Allen fights alone, No matter how powerful you are, two fists are no match for four hands.

Allen gritted his teeth, loaded the last "sniper shotgun" into the chamber, then quickly stretched his upper body out of the bunker, aimed at the most densely populated location of enemies and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

Before Allen could observe the effect of the shot, a huge force knocked him to the ground——

"Have I been shot?" This was Allen's first reaction. After a brief blank of consciousness, waves of heartbreaking pain came from his head. He quickly stretched out his hand to fumble - luckily, the bullet hit his helmet. On the arc surface, it bounced. However, one corner of the protective mask was shattered, a few glass shards were inserted into his forehead, and blood slowly flowed down along the eyebrow arch.

Allen didn't have time to treat the wound, so he quickly took out a roll of repair tape from his pocket, tore off a piece, and sealed the hole in the mask.

Although the injury on his forehead hurt, it was not fatal. There are no important organs at this location, the superficial temporal artery on the side has not been pierced, and the brain is protected by hard bones... What's more, in the current situation, he has no time to bandage himself.

After giving himself a pain-relieving injection, Allen leaned against the boulder and kept adjusting his breathing rate - the effect of the "sniper shot" just now seemed to be pretty good, and the messy gunfire on the opposite side had stopped. After coming down, I don’t know how many people were killed.

"Is the shot that just hit me a stray bullet?"

With this thought in mind, Allen turned on the battle recorder and pushed the progress bar to thirty seconds ago.

It was not a stray bullet that hit the helmet - the moment Allen leaned out to shoot, the leader also stepped out of the bunker and fired a series of short bursts at him with the Zero-1 rifle in his hand, and then The picture shook violently, and in the next shot, the recorder was already facing the leaden sky.

At a distance of 170 meters, it is not difficult for a shooter who has trained for a certain period of time to hit the half-length target with a Zero-1 rifle.

The Zero-1 rifle in the leader's hand may be the most accurate one in the hands of this group of heretical sect believers.

Allen took off his backpack and reached out with his sniper rifle.

"Tu tu tu tu——"

There was another series of short bursts, and Allen was very familiar with the unique sound of the Zero-1 assault rifle. However, this time, the backpack that was stretched out was not hit. The bullet hit the boulder, and the rock fragments It splashed and hit Allen's body.

The opponent's shooting skills were not as good as Allen imagined. The shot just now seemed to have a greater proportion of luck.

On the other side, the leader was angrily changing the magazine. His shooting skills were not bad, but the shot he just hit was indeed due to good luck. This Zero-1 assault rifle is probably as old as It was twice as big as his, and the rifling on the inside of the barrel was so worn that it was almost invisible. To be able to hit someone at this distance was really a sign of his character.

"Damn! It's over now, damn it! Damn it!" The leader retracted behind the bunker holding the gun and cursed a series of curse words bitterly.

All his men have been killed, and no one can help him attract firepower anymore. And just after the first round of shooting, he thought he had successfully killed the sniper...

But the other party is still alive!

He clearly saw the sniper leaning back and falling. How could he not die? !

A full-power ten-millimeter bullet can tear off a large piece of flesh even if it is just scratched. However, a sniper was clearly shot in the upper body, how could he still be able to move?

Could it be that the opponent is wearing heavy power armor?

Then I still have a damn chance of winning!

He still had two magazines left on him, but what good was that? This gun couldn't penetrate the heavy armor worn by the sniper at all. Even if he stood in front of him and let me shoot him, I couldn't do anything to him...

He curled up as much as possible, pressed his unprotected legs under his buttocks, hunched his waist, and pressed his head against the boulder that served as a cover. He didn't know when there would be another round of air-burst bullets. Exploding above your head... This feeling of waiting for the other party to pronounce your fate is really a kind of torture.

He couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket and took out a very smooth black stone talisman. He held the stone talisman in his palm and muttered in a low voice: "Great God...please... ...Please protect me...I don’t want to die..."

Somewhat ironically, although this leader is usually very loyal to the great god and sect, it is not even an exaggeration to describe him as fanatical. But this is actually all pretending by him. In fact, he does not believe in any great gods at all. In his opinion, the prophet and others can obtain powerful power only because they have good luck in a certain Alpha ruins...

But he is a smart man. Before the small group of exiles he belonged to was annexed by the heretical sect, he had already seen the power and development potential of the heretical sect. In addition to the Ark that exiled them, In addition, the heretical sect will obviously become the second largest human force on Alpha Planet.

So he won over several exiles who usually had a good relationship with him, launched a rebellion, assassinated the leader of this group of exiles and those who were loyal to the leader, and took the remaining fifty or so exiles to actively join the heresy. The embrace of the sect, and it was precisely for this reason that he took the position of leader.

"What a great god, it's just bullshit!" He often thought like this. "If I'm lucky and can pick up some treasures in the ruins, I might be able to do better than the prophet."

As for the "containers" that were parasitized by the corrosive seeds, he never came into contact with them - in his opinion, those who risked their lives for the sake of so-called beliefs were all fucking evil.

But now, he wished that the "great god" really existed, and it would be best if he could hear his prayers and save his "loyal believer" in danger.

[P.S. Thanks to Mr. Sanshisan for the one million starting coins... I have been writing this for several years. I never thought that I would have the day of the Silver Alliance. I am really excited and don’t know what to say...

Additional updates will be arranged tomorrow. Specifically, I can only say that I will try my best to add as many updates as possible. While ensuring the quality of the chapters, I will try my best to break out as many as possible. 】

[P.P.S. Thanks to book friend 20170216151515504 for the reward of 449 starting coins; thank you to the other side Quick Surrender, and Bihu Qingcheng for the reward of 100 starting coins. 】