God-level Bodyguard in The City
Chapter 42: Zero body
Chapter forty-two
"Where is he?" A hooligan with a black star cried to a companion next to him.
"Who knows? Do you have a gun low, don't face me! Be careful!" Old Ma Zi nervously said.
"Ah! Come on, asshole! Are you a tortoise? Dare to smash the field, do not dare to take the lead?" A hooligan exclaimed, but there was only his own scolding in the large factory building, The surroundings are terribly quiet.
There was no way, everyone could only split their heads and search inward along the paths between various machines. A total of 40 rogue soldiers went in all directions from 40 directions.
They are just the vanguard of the lead. Outside the factory, there are an equal number of gunmen guarding the front and rear doors, but those people can already see one or two miniature submachine guns.
The game of hiding cats is still underway in the factory. A hooligan walked across a long conveyor belt with a pistol clenched without any warning. A chef's knife protruded from under the conveyor belt, as precise as a surgeon. Cut the Achilles tendon.
The two companions next to him rushed over and saw only the hooligan mourning on the ground, but no trace of Shenming.
The bright red blood on the ground spread around, and a hooligan in front of the plane patted his companions around him. With sharp eyes and fast hands, he saw a series of blood footprints on the ground, extending just behind the thin hatch of the opposite machine.
"Kill him!" The plane's head greeted his companion and aimed at the door! bump! bump! Crazy shooting, the bullets hit Mars and burst into pits, and the two of them's shuttle bullets were all emptied in an instant.
The smoking hatch was not penetrated, and the two of them thought about changing the magazine, but the hatch had been kicked open, and Shen slammed his two hammers, hitting their heads, in his hands. The two hooligans clenching their magazines fainted.
This group of stupid hooligans is obviously watching too many movies. I really think that bullets can penetrate anything, and just use the thickness to judge the penetrating ability of the bullet.
I completely forgot the kinetic energy of lead warheads and pistols, so weak in the face of steel plates, even just 3 mm steel plates are also weak.
Shen Ming turned on the power distribution switch behind him, and the machines in the entire factory moved. For a while, the noise was abnormal and many hooligans were scared and even shot.
Shen Ming walked through the rumbling machinery room and silently touched the gunman's back. A Wangmazi chef's knife was cutting the fragile flesh, such as the tintin and the cattle.
Shen Ming can always cut their tendons accurately. Generally, only 4 knives are used, and a fierce hooligan will twitch and tremble. These guys are still natural, and they just turn around to make a sound, and they finally wonder if they are hogs with pistols?
The sound of machinery, gunfire, and screams in the huge processing plant continued for 10 minutes. The screams became mourning, and the sound of gunfire ceased. Only the sound of machinery continued.
Shen Ming stood in the center of the factory building, his body was covered with the blood of others, and three rounds of bullet-proof vests on his chest were opened, but the flowers were opened, but the person was not injured.
Forty gunmen who rushed in belonged to the mix, both rookies and veterans. They were deliberately mixed up with audiovisually. But this trick is not useful for Shen Ming. To him, these guys, whether they are old birds or novices, are vehement.
Gangsters train gunners, often training shooting techniques, because they are dealing with mortals, all tactical moves, and coordination are blank. These guys didn't die. If they were still hooligans after their injuries, they would definitely improve a lot. The mistakes memorized by their bodies are always particularly firm.
"Hello! Is there a living person? He will answer me!" Wang Rong's roar came from a rogue intercom.
"There are a lot of living people, and I can move. I'm alone. Why? Want to come and play with me?" Shen Ming gathered the gunners' bullets while talking, and stuck them together with tape.
"Boy, you sirloin, single-handedly dare to pick our place, don't kill you today! I don't call Wang Zhong!" Wang Zhong's voice was shaking.
"You're renamed Wang Badan, right. By the way, the group of friends outside the gun, how fast is the 10-meter sprint?" Shen Ming has tied hundreds of bullets to Xiaomi Power Bank.
"What do you mean?" Wang ended up somehow.
"I promised my assistant not to kill, but it is not my fault if they stupidly killed themselves." Shen Ming said that he raised his nail gun to the ventilation window on the front, and the glass was all sprayed. Splashed out.
"He's at the main entrance!" The gunners who stood outside gathered to open the gun insurance. When preparing to shoot, a football-sized metal was thrown out in a nearly straight line and landed in the center of the group of gunners.
"Oh! It's a bomb!" Exclaimed a somewhat knowledgeable gunman. A group of 20 people ran around like crazy, with a full 5 second explosion delay. The fastest guy had already run 20 meters away. .
Veterans are veterans, and when they dodge, they know to look for solid obstacles, and fat people who can't run fast run out of 10 meters and lie down on the ground. There was a loud bang, and the high temperature of the explosion triggered the bullet base fire on the surface, and the ground within the explosion radius was plugged.
With the explosion, Shen Ming ran into the crowd with a nail gun alone.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The continuous nail-shooting knocked down the scared gunmen, as if slaughtering chicken and cattle.
The gunmen at the back door were coming, but they were obviously unable to help. When Shen Ming was trying to count some useful spoils, he hit a gunshot, and the bullet hit the concrete floor in front of his feet and hardly bit out a crater.
Looking down the trajectory, on a container 200 meters away, a horizontal sniper was pulling the gun to change the bomb. The Mauser 98k WWII German ace sniper rifle turned out to be used.
"The near-high-precision sniper rifle during World War II was not hit by the 200 meters you used ... Hitler knew he was going to be alive." Shen Ming sighed and picked up a domestically produced 05-type miniature submachine gun and opened it. The single shot mode targeted the sniper on the container.
Slightly punched the sniper rifle, mechanical sights against the optical sight, and the sniper himself smiled.
"Fingers are so yellow, old smoker." Shen Ming sighed and pulled the trigger first.
The effective range of the 05 type is 150 meters to 200 meters, but that is the data. The 5.8mm bullet has a geometrical increase in difficulty after 150 meters, just like the maximum 300 kilometers on the dashboard of a sports car, but you can only drive to 270 anyway.
However, the moment the Shen pulled the trigger, the recoil of the firearm passed through the muscles, tendons, and blood vessels of the back along the shoulders, and instantly came to the leg Achilles tendon, released into the ground, almost 0 remained in the in vivo.
The firearm was in its hands, and the impact of recoil on the trajectory was negligible.
The bullet directly interrupted the fingers of the sniper preparing to pull the trigger 200 meters away, and he screamed and rolled off the container.
This is by no means a skill that Nirvana has given him for ten years, but a somber ... zero recoil body!
Ten years ago, when Shen Ming was brought back to Nirvana by Colonel Kaos, everyone looked down on him.
This teenager from Asia does not have a strong physique and cannot use a vulcan artillery; without strong muscles, close combat cannot be spiked; without a genius-like brain, he cannot decipher the most complex codes. It is impossible to gain a foothold in the Nirvana camp just because of the good marksmanship. Everyone holding a sniper rifle here can become a qualified sniper.
As for the killings? 104 hooligans are a joke for everyone ...
But when Shen Ming attended the first shooting training class, all the nirvana were shocked.
They had never seen anything like this. The recoil force entered the deep body like "sodium" fell into the water, and quickly dissipated and escaped from his body. The firearm in his hand can be fired with almost 100% fixed attitude, and the ballistic correction is perfect.
Everyone was as excited as they found new toys, constantly testing his physical limits. Whether it is a pistol, assault rifle, assault rifle, heavy machine gun or anti-equipment sniper rifle, as long as it is a single shot, his body can perfectly digest the recoil.
The only weapon that can affect the accuracy of his shooting in standing posture is the ntw-20, a 20mm anti-equipment sniper rifle made in South Africa. This thing would have shattered the shooter's shoulder without shooting with a bracket.
It can be used in the sink, except for the slight decrease in accuracy, there is no damage to the bones.
Everyone from his control of his monster-like skills is called "zero recoil body", but later felt too long, referred to as zero body.
"The domestic weapons are good, and they are comfortable to use." Shen Ming said that the guns were returned to the bursts. A corner of the workshop was a shuttle, and all the gunmen who had just made headlines were shot back.
"Hey, one hand, where are you? You are not looking for me, let me play for you." Shen Ming greeted in the intercom.
"Boy, do you think you are invincible?" The answer to Shenming was not Wang Zhong, but another low voice.
"Dongchuan?" Shen Ming guessed.
"The staff canteen in the center of the factory has a kind of head over," Dongchuan sneered.
"Wait for 5 minutes." Shen Ming dropped the shot of the empty shot in his hand, leaned forward and ran towards the cafeteria, a step away.
At the moment, in the canteen of the employees of the chemical factory, Dongchuan let Lin Fan drag the cage with him and walked towards the kitchen. of!"
"Observe!" The bald **** and Wang Zhong bowed off at the same time, and as many as a hundred professional thugs gathered behind him.
In the kitchen, Dongchuan pressed a button on the watch, and the huge freezer moved to the side, revealing a secret road leading to the ground. Below is the largest drug production base of Xinliansheng.
"Finally, your hands are broken, let me come this time." The bald **** sneered with a pair of titanium fingers.
"Look at the plaster on your forehead, the illness is unhealed at the first sight, or I'll come." Wang Zhong held out the metal broken hand, and two m60 general-purpose heavy machine guns came from under the two, hanging directly On the broken arm metal hook.
"You're paralyzed, you need 500,000 for m60, you can use it!" The bald **** only felt that the guy around him was the prodigal king.
"The gun is like a woman. Do n’t know how to use it? Rest assured, I will use it for maintenance and refurbishment, but after killing the asshole!" Wang Zhong pulled the bolt to load the chain.
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