End of the Sky

The textile factory was blown up by suicide attacks by rats. Although the main building is complete and the load-bearing wall indicates that it can still stand, the wires and network cables are completely broken. The empty factory building has no lighting and is covered by diffuse dust. , Five meters away can not even see the figure.

The killers who are still alive are like bow-struck birds at this moment. The buzzing ears are moaning in pain. The gray-headed soil is full of terror, no different from ordinary people.

Beast foxes and Wesley rushed in from the window, became familiar with the surrounding environment, and fired continuously. The precise marksmanship instantly took away the lives of more than a dozen killers.

The killers inside the factory building began to fight back, using a loom to make a shelter, and soon formed a line of defense.

The two sides started a crossfire!

After Wesley leaned on the cement column, his heart accelerated more than 400 times per minute, and the dense gunfire made him lose his measure, but provided him with accurate positioning.

There are still a lot of killers. As long as they still hold a gun in their hands, it is a deadly existence that cannot be ignored, but Wesley is not panic. The gap between these people and him is very large. A frequency.

Wesley flung his arm and a bullet flew out in an arc, hitting a killer hiding behind the loom. The Firefox on the side was not inferior either. He held the gun to open the bow left and right, heard the footsteps approaching, took out the grenade and threw it out against the ground.

Boom!

After the terrible scream, the killers who intended to step back flinched.

After all, the killers are killers. They are accustomed to it. They cannot be expected to cooperate with each other. If they are given an opportunity to assassinate, they can kill a platoon of special forces. He was beaten without even the chance to call his dad.

Sometimes, the number cannot be regarded as the basis for victory or defeat!

The puppet repairman panted beside the loom, panicked, but had to do so to save his life. The two invaders were fully armed and dressed like special police officers, but the repairman recognized one of them as Wesley and the other, 80% of them were probably Firefox.

The puppet repairman didn't understand why Firefox would betray the Brotherhood, but at the moment not thinking about it, he knows that both of them have the ability to shoot in an arc, and they don't take the initiative to shoot.

The repairman rectified the revolver in his entire hand, glanced at the corpses around him, and began to consider the feasibility of going on. At that moment, the tinkling crisp sound rolled down in front of his face, and he just paused for a glance.

Grenade!

"Shit!"

The two words 就是 are the last words of the repairman, who survived the explosion of the grenade's face. That was the treatment of the protagonist and Hang B. He was just a supporting role with a few lines, and he took the lunch on the spot.

The sudden explosion awakened other people. There were many people in the place where the repairman had just lay on his face. A grenade went almost to death, and those who did not die also lost the ability to continue fighting.

Just as the killers wondered where the grenade came from, another flash of light appeared in their sight ...

Boom! !! !!

Because of the dust and the huge space of long hair, the power of flash bombs has been reduced, but it is enough to flash their dog eyes.

The killers fell down in pain, holding their heads, snot tears streaming down the ground, their ears were temporarily deaf, and they all lost their resistance.

Russell took the M4A1 and strode out, firing back and forth on the killers who rolled around the ground, without aiming, pulling the trigger until the clips were all light.

Hey! Oh! Oh! Oh! Da ———

I emptied the magazine, and Russell beckoned to Wesley, who was probing the probe over there. Suddenly, the alarm bell in my heart trembled, and the danger of being transformed into a skill reminded someone behind him.

Russell didn't even think about it, Feipu fell to the ground, listening to the sound of a gunshot, and the bullet flew over his head.

Hit a killer who was shot in the leg because the cat was in the corner and was lucky to escape the rounds of grenades and flash bombs.

When Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington M870 behind him. After a gunshot, the lucky killer was blown out.

Hit by a shotgun, there is no possibility of surviving, no matter how thick the body armor is!

Russell didn't even need to replenish the gun. He patted the dust on his body and made a gesture to Wesley again. The killer in the factory building is almost cleared up. Next, it is time to go to the second and third floors. It is like clearing the BOSS. Sloan is in the innermost office on the third floor.

As for the top floor, it is the room where the destiny loom is placed. The entire floor is used to place the loom. Except for Sloan's permission, no one is allowed in.

Wesley was ready to reconcile with Russell, but did not want to turn around, Firefox went down the stairs to the second floor. Wesley ignored Russell decisively, his body was very honest, and he followed him.

Russell: "..."

The second floor is the restaurant, dormitory and other areas, and the damage to mouse bombs is very low. Russell estimates that there are many killers lurking inside.

The result was not the same. After Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, the fierce crossfire broke out instantly.

The leader of the killers is the gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood. He is the one who kills the most guns. The play here refers to the transformation. Firefox's rebuilt M1911 pistol is from his handwriting. Anyone in the Brotherhood can request it, the gunsmith can complete it, and transform the pistol to their satisfaction.

The riflesmith has deep knowledge in this area. He is familiar with the performance of all guns, especially pistols. This is not something that can be achieved through hard work. It can be said to be talented.

God is fair. Opening a window will surely weld the door to death. Therefore, gunsmiths play pistols very well, but their talent for shooting is mediocre.

The riflemaker's favorite pistol was the M1911 pistol. I also used a modified version with a rifle device and a sight to make up for his lack of shooting talent.

When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group on the second floor to wait for the intruders to arrive.

In the face of the semi-automatic firepower of the killers, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to fight back with small pistols. Assault rifles came in handy. In the corridor that is not too wide on the second floor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ submachine guns are king.

Russell walked down the stairs to the second floor, listening to the fierce gunfire, and decisively went up to the third floor. He believed that Wesley and Firefox were enough to get each other out, so they wouldn't mess up.

On the way to the third floor, Russell took a moment to look at the system interface. He just heard a ding, but just had no time to look.

The system informed that he had come into contact with the plot character 'Repairman', which triggered the draw and there was a chance to draw.

"Good luck, but when did I contact the repairman?"

Russell has no impression and has not started the lottery. At present, he also has a Wesley character card and a 'Bullet Time' skill card, plus sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, enough to deal with the next battle .

The destruction of the Brotherhood of Brothers is a foregone conclusion. When the rats launched the charge, there was no chance to turn around. Russell could complete the task by killing Sloan. He was convinced that he could accomplish this task.

"I'm on the third floor. Be careful not to let Sloan run. If you find him, don't shoot me. Leave it to me!"

These words were spoken to the cross. Russell was afraid that Sloan would be snatched, and he was busy.

Cross reminded: "Be careful, although the old guy is older and has a lot of strength, but the skill of arc shooting is still."

"An old man who is notorious for sexual harassment. He squatted in jail for forty years. He has nothing to fear!" Said Russell, only a ridicule he could understand.

"what!?"

"I mean, as long as he doesn't guest on God, everything is easy to say!"

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