End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"The snipers are already in place, what's the situation on your side?"

Cross touched the in-ear miniature walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 2 kilometers away from the No. 17 textile factory. 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 farther the more accurate.

The attack time was not selected at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, the No. 17 textile factory was the territory of the Brotherhood, and they were more familiar with the terrain.

The cross was facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights were within his shooting range. This was the best position he had determined after many investigations, and there were no sniper points around that could 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 co-pilot and replied coldly.

"Be careful, it takes a lot of time for the rats to rush 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 don't handjob. If you can handgun, you don't fight in close combat. If you can fight in close combat, you don't BB.

"clear!"

Firefox finished replying and nodded to Wesley, who reversed the car in gear and slammed into the gate of the textile factory.

When the garbage truck appeared, the killers of the fraternity noticed something strange, and many of them opened the small windows and looked down. Each of them is a killer, and they are very vigilant, but because they are all killers, they never thought that someone would take the initiative to attack here.

boom! ! !

The gate of the textile factory was knocked open, and the killers looked at this reckless garbage truck, and then they woke up like a dream, and they all picked up the guys in their hands and aimed downward.

Wesley parked well, with the driver's seat wedged in the door, taking cover from the terrain. From the city wall, the inside of the gate is a blind spot, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck cannot be pierced by ordinary bullets.

Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window. Under his command, dozens of firepower points began to pour ammunition down, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.

Suddenly, Sloan felt a palpitation of death, and he didn't even want to fall to the ground.

A scream sounded from the top of the building, and the body fell down. When it passed the window, it made Sloan shudder, and when the muffled sound of landing came out, it made him feel even colder.

"Damn cross!"

Using the shadow of the wall, Sloan left the dangerous window, the office on the third floor, which was the safest room in the No. 17 textile factory. He was the chief, delivering orders to the looms, not fighting invaders with guns.

Sloan had thought a lot about it, but he didn't expect that the cross would be bold enough to launch an attack. The comparison of the advantages and disadvantages in terms of numbers was too obvious, and no one who knew a little bit about addition and subtraction would choose to do so.

He recalled the members who were distributed to perform missions in order to expand the search area to find the cross. Now he regretted it a bit, and should have acted earlier.

Firefox pressed the button to open the closed compartment of the garbage truck, pushing thousands of mice out of the truck like dumping garbage.

Because of the dense gunfire, the rats had been screaming in fright, and immediately scattered and fled as they were pushed out of the car. The vast space could not make them feel at ease, but the dark textile factory seemed to have a high safety factor, so they ran away.

Looking at these rats, the fraternity killers were a little disturbed. Among them, a few smart people who knew 'pesticides', realized the danger of these rats, and started shooting them.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The cheerful sniping of the cross began to kill people. In the state of bullet time, it is easy to snipe and kill people in high walls or windows.

Aware that the enemy has snipers,

The killers also took aim with their sniper rifles, but when they saw the sniper was two kilometers away through the scope, they all panicked.

Too far, beyond their reach!

Boom! Boom! Bang————

After a few more shots, no one dared to show their heads again.

From the small gate 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 high wall, they didn't have to worry about being hit by sniper rifles.

The logic was very smooth, but within a few steps of rushing out, he was forced back by the fire fox standing close to the crack of the door and the grenade thrown by Wesley. After the two explosions, this group of heroic hapless guys were all seriously injured by shrapnel, and died in a short time.

The explosion of the grenade made the killers dare not act rashly, and the mice were even more stimulated, and all ran into the textile factory.

Soon, cursing and gunshots sounded in the textile factory, and the rats were stimulated to scurry wildly, spreading rapidly like a virus. If it was an ordinary mouse, it would naturally not make the killers' faces change drastically, but a mouse with a watch-shaped time bomb strapped to its back was different.

More and more killers are investing in the eradication of rats. Rats are everywhere, and the large number of rats makes the killers howl in despair.

Killing rats is not the same as dismantling a bomb. Looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile factory is even more chaotic.

Time is too short to defuse bombs!

Forced by the desire to survive, some people began to attack the door, but were blown back by Firefox and Wesley, and the killers who counterattacked from the window were named one by one by the cross.

The unbreakable castle has now become a coffin with no way out. When they hang up, they can be buried with another priest!

Time passed by, Firefox listened to the desperate wailing in the textile factory, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

There are many people in the textile factory who were deceived by Sloan like her, and they thought they were assassins of fate, fighting to maintain world peace. Without knowing it, they became Sloan's accomplices for profit.

In all fairness, these people are innocent, they are just victims.

But Firefox's belief made her heart become incomparably indifferent. These killers are innocent, so is the person killed by them. How many happy and happy families have been torn apart, and how many children are crying at their parents' graves. These killers may not know it, but they are already sinners.

"time up!"

Firefox looked at his watch and lay on the ground with Wesley in his arms.

boom! boom! boom! boom----

Intensive explosions sounded everywhere in the textile factory, almost at the same time, all the glass was blown to pieces in an instant, and the screams and wailing echoed endlessly in the smoke and dust.

The textile factory has become a hell on earth, the raised dust reduces visibility, scattered textile machine parts from the explosion can be seen everywhere on the ground, but there are more broken limbs and dark red blood stains.

The power of the watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile factory into such a miserable situation, but the special ingredients in the peanut butter are different, and the explosive power after being heated is not just for nothing.

The people who were directly killed by the bomb were lucky. They didn't have to lose too much blood to die in pain. The guys who lacked arms and legs, or were stuck with wooden spikes or metal parts would be miserable. They were running out of time, they couldn't wait for an ambulance, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to save so many wounded.

"It's time to act, the plan is going well, you have to be careful next, it's hard for me to provide you with cover."

Cross looked at the scope, with a flash of joy in his eyes, he still maintained his sniper action to prevent someone from escaping from the textile factory. Based on his knowledge of the members of the Brotherhood, if someone were to take advantage of the chaos and escape, it would probably be Sloan.

"receive!"

Wesley replied, he took a deep breath, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he entered the state of bullet time. But when he turned around, Firefox had already rushed out first, scaring him so that he hurried to follow.

The two rushed from the direction of the gate and jumped over the blown-out window. Their nerve firing exceeded the limit of human beings. Their active thinking can quickly analyze the information obtained by various senses. The brain will send instructions at the fastest speed to kill all still A person capable of resistance.

At the same time, Russell also broke in from the back door. The plan he formulated was to attack from front to back and clean up the textile factory, which is the lobby on the first floor.

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 a grenade and fell into the crowded area, while the rest picked up their M4A1s and started shooting.

Of course, before that, he threw a flash bomb!