Gamers Are Fierce

　　 When did I completely dedicate my loyalty to Tamar Riadi?

　　 twittering.

　　 Many years ago, in an abandoned factory where an underground boxing match was held, he, as a spectator, smashed a wad of banknotes at himself, who was still standing still with blood on his face?

　　 Is it when he smiled and invited himself to join the gang?

　　 was it when he paid for his seriously ill father?

　　喳喳 has never read a book, but he is by no means as stupid as his appearance shows,

　　He knows very well that a large part of Tamar Riadi’s favor to himself comes from the value he has demonstrated.

　　 This is normal. People who are incapable are not even worthy of being used.

　　 As a humble black boxer who was once trapped in the quagmire and unable to extricate himself from a penny, the little kindness from others in despair is worthy of retribution.

　　 Even if the price is to abandon the previous view of good and evil, it is to commit a lot of evils that were never thought of.

　　 Thin, dark, and shameless chatter, standing in the middle of the corridor, behind him has gathered many gang members with long guns and short cannons.

　　 Step, step, step.

　　 The sound of footsteps came from the distant corridor,

　　 Everyone's muscles tightened instantly, their sweaty hands grasped the gun, and their fingers lightly squeezed the trigger.

　　 Li Ang, dressed as a special operations team member, pushed a beautiful red motorcycle and walked up the stairs.

　　 He stepped onto the Ducati panigale V4 motorcycle, twisting the grip of the motorcycle with his palms separated by gloves.

　　 Boom-boom-boom-

　　 The exhaust pipe roared hoarsely, and the streamlined body trembled slightly. This swift and ferocious beast was already impatient.

　　In the distance, chirping squatted down abruptly, picked up the individual rocket launcher placed on the ground, kneeled down and pulled the trigger towards Li Ang.

boom--

　　 The huge flames ejected from the back of the rocket launcher blasted off the nearest gang members from the chirping.

　　 But the sound of the cannon sound seemed to be a signal that caused the gang members gathered in the corridor to pour bullets toward the end of the corridor.

　　 One after another warheads roared and galloped in the corridor, like a downpour.

　　 Li Ang watched the bullet rain and turned the throttle to the maximum.

　　 Ducati panigaleV4's tires turned wildly, and the huge grip made the whole motorcycle rush out like a wild horse.

　　 At this moment, he was like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill, sprinting towards the death of the bullets.

　　 As soon as the motorcycle moved forward, Li Ang took out a shield from the backpack bar at the moment he was about to touch the bullet rain.

　　The front of the shield is triangular, and the overall shape is slightly larger than the door panel. It is composed of two 10mm homogeneous high-strength steel plates spliced ​​together at an angle of 60°.

　　 The middle junction is supported by several short steel pipes.

In the center of the intersection of 　　 there is also an oblique downward thread-shaped long steel pipe extending as a grip for Li Ang.

　　 Below the shield, three pulleys are welded,

　　 Above each pulley, a steel plate extends parallel to the back and intersects with the threaded steel pipe grip in the center of the shield. A pulley is also welded at the intersection, which is responsible for the stability of the rear end.

　　 This weird-shaped man-made shield full of earthy turtle breath was built by Li Ang himself, which took a lot of time and energy.

　　 Its only function is to resist the ammunition coming from the front.

　　 just like now.

　　 Li Ang released the motorcycle grip, pushed the shield with one hand, and took out the SCAR-H assault rifle with the other, and fired at the galloping rocket.

　　 A series of bullets, precisely chiseled on the slightly curved rocket warhead,

　　 There was only a loud bang, and there was a dazzling fire in the middle of the corridor.

　　 The shock wave was transmitted and stirred, and the gang members at one end of the corridor felt their hair blown backwards

　　 billowing thick smoke, obscuring people's sight.

　　 In the smoke, the sound of the motorcycle's motor is still whistling dull.

　　 Chirping did not say a word, and threw the rockets to the men next to him for reloading. He quickly picked up the guns and continued to shoot at Li Ang at the end of the corridor.

　　The motorcycle under the hip is Don Quixote's steed, and the triangular steel shield is the knight's spear in Don Quixote's hand.

　　 Finally, the "Knight" hit a bullet rain head-on.

　　 When, when, when, when.

　　 Bullets kept hitting the steel plate, but they were defeated before the thickness of 10mm. They bounced back and made holes one after another in the wall.

　　 The forward momentum of the motorcycle was slightly blocked, but Li Ang was still moving forward amid the wild roar of the engine.

　　 He ran over the floor shattered by the rocket explosion, broke through the heavy smoke, and came to the middle of the corridor.

　　 Li Ang pushed the steel shield forward abruptly, released the palm of his hand holding the shield, swung the direction of the vehicle, and kept himself within the defense range of the shield at all times.

　　 He picked up the gun, pulled the trigger, and let the bullet penetrate the unprepared enemies.

　　 already had a foreboding of this scene, hurriedly rolling aside, avoiding the death line composed of ammunition.

　　 He turned his head and saw that his men kept falling to the ground, blood flowing.

　　 At the back of the team, someone has already started to flee in panic.

　　 However, I didn’t wait to shoot them in the back,

　　 One bullet after another came from the door on the side of the corridor.

　　 Li Ang’s four teammates, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, while sprinting on a motorcycle, had already climbed to the eighth floor by pulling a rope.

　　 They sneaked into the room silently, through the door panel, and aimed their guns at an unknown gang member.

　　 Under the sudden attack, the battle line that the poisonous insects temporarily built collapsed instantly, and the entire corridor became a deadly passage for death.

　　The blood is flowing, there is almost no place to stand in the corridor,

　　喳喳 tumbling hastily, breaking through the wooden door of the factory, turning over and hiding behind the load-bearing wall.

　　 He listened to the continuous gunshots, and his heart calmed down after a brief frantic beating.

　　 is today?

　　 He recalled his not very glorious and glorious sound, and scenes of pain, joy, or both memories flashed before his eyes, there was no sadness or joy between his eyes.

　　 Finally, the gunfire subsided slowly, and the moaning and screaming were no longer heard.

　　The wooden door of the factory was suddenly kicked open,

　　 The chirping hidden behind the wall bounced from the ground instantly. He held a pistol in his right hand and a tiger claw knife in his left hand, and pointed the muzzle at the door.

　　 He was already prepared. Once the door opened, he would hold the door opener and take him hostage in exchange for his own life.

　　 However, behind the wooden door that was kicked open, there was no one,

　　 Instead, there was a grenade. Someone pulled off the tab and gently threw it into the door.

　　 Gu Lulu rolled, just stopped behind the chirping buttocks.

　　"..."

　　 boom——

　　 The grenade burst, and the chatter had no time to express his last life testimony, so he was cleanly blown into two pieces.

　　 One section is in the corridor, one section is inside the door.