My Years In the Wasteland

At the other direction of the 　　jiekou, seven or eight people came over.

The first one was Qingfeng who came to relax after hearing the news from Feng Qingxiao. He looked into the distance with some surprise. Those who were squeezing around and seemed to be besieging someone seemed to be Jing Zhaofeng. The person who protects the company?

　　 He turned around and glanced at the few people behind him, "Go over and see what's going on!"

　　 Except for Yang Buhui, who is the third life gate high section, the worst Feng Qingxiao is the fourth life gate middle section. They speed up and rush naturally fast, and they are close in a few seconds. Only then did the tall Qing Feng see the man who was killed by nearly two hundred people in the center, "Why is it him?"

Yang Buhui froze for a moment, "Brother Feng, isn't this the brother you just recognized yesterday? Mad and Jing Zhaofeng are dead. The guys from the security company didn't rush to go back to be a tortoise. They even dared to bully Brother Feng. Your brother, I will kill them!"

Yang Buhui still has a good impression of the Gaosai. After all, he has never seen a few people who can make his boss deflated. The key is to let his boss deflate, and his boss can still recognize people, that is, he has never seen him. pass!

　　 Qingfeng waved his hand, "Don't worry, the little brother hasn't even splashed blood on his body, he should have just started his hand, he must have more energy!"

　　 After finishing talking, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was wearing a white mask behind him, "Old Captain, this is the very nice young man I told you!"

The middle-aged man took a closer look and said, "I don’t think Xiaofeng, you really didn’t look away this time! This young man, who obviously only has the speed and explosive power of the Second Life Gate, can be surrounded by so many people. He doesn't have any chaos, he is quick and decisive. In such a fierce battle of life and death, his hands, eyes, and body are extremely relaxed, like walking in a leisurely courtyard. Such young people are extremely rare!"

　　 After the two said, they stopped talking, and carefully watched the battle between Gaosai and the more than two hundred bastards.

　　 half a minute later,

The third street in the cleanest shanty town in the past, where Gaosai and those **** were fighting, was already full of the dead bodies of nearly forty bastards. The blood flowing from their fatal wounds slowly It spread to the surroundings, and the smell of blood in the wind caused many inferior people onlookers to cover their noses, but there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes...

　　 There were not many screams around Gaosai, nor was any **** writhing and struggling on the ground, and all the people who fell were killed by one blow.

　　 Gaosai dodges weapons swung, stabbed, chopped, and slashed from all directions, and every time it is shot, it will instantly harvest the life of a **** bastard-it is completely taken away! The dagger breaks the throat, pokes the eyes, pierces the heart, pierces the ears...every time it hits the key, and has never pierced the arm, thigh or other insignificant positions.

　　 Under the full play of the phase-level blood-covering knife technique, the high game is like the most sophisticated killing machine that will never stop and never go wrong.

　　 Those **** who rush over will soon fall to the ground and fall forever.

After a few more seconds, the number of **** on the ground, immobile like a puddle of mud, has increased to forty-eight. Those **** who were originally red-eyed, panting, and rushed in madness, who seemed not afraid of death, stood one by one. At a distance of three or four meters away from the high game, I finally didn’t dare to make any further progress.

　　They are bastards, not machines. No matter how ruthless they are, they are also humans. There are limits. Now the sticky blood under their feet and those immobile **** have completely dissipated their madness and impulse.

　　 They watched the Gaosai standing among dozens of corpses and a large stream of blood, and thoughts came to their minds.

　　 Is this guy a human? Why is there no excitement or excitement in his eyes from the beginning to the present? There is only a piece of indifference, colder than the cold wind of winter night!

　　 He didn't even blink, no matter whether his dagger was stuck in the eyes of others or on the heart...

　　 Is he really just like what he shows on the surface, is it just the cultivation of the Second Life Gate? Why are there so many practitioners of the Second Life Gate who died under his dagger, and there is not even a drop of blood on his clothes, only his dagger is dripping blood!

　　 "咚咚"

　　 "Gudu"

　　"Gu"

　　 The sound of swallowing hard and saliva sounded, and many **** had a look of fear in their eyes. Some **** even quietly retreated behind their companions, seeming not to dare to look at the high game with indifferent eyes.

　　 A **** from the third life gate, he took out the pistol from his waist and yelled, "Brothers, don't fight him close, beat this guy into a sieve!"

　　 "Wow, wow, wow, wow"

There was a sound of digging out guns and snapping magazines, and the remaining one hundred and sixty bastards, everyone held up their guns, and the muzzle of more than one hundred and sixty black holes was aimed at the high standing in the center. Match.

　　 "Stop it!"

　　 a burst of shouts suddenly sounded, and then a figure directly traversed an arc, spanning a distance of tens of meters, and jumped to the side of Gaosai.

Qingfeng, with a five-level armor only showing his face, held a submachine gun in his hand, and slowly swept the muzzle over every **** with a look of fear on his face, "You should know who I am, then you guys. I must have heard of my marksmanship!"

　　 "As long as one person's gun is fired today, more than a hundred of you, I can guarantee that all of you will be shot in the head, and you will never get it wrong!"

　　 Among the crowd, Huang Wei stood up with an extremely ugly expression, "Boss Qingfeng, this is our business and his business. It's inappropriate for you to intervene!"

　　 Qingfeng laughed, "It's appropriate, I just recognized this little guy as a brother yesterday, so if you plan to kill him, I will kill..."

　　 The voice of Gaosai rang, "Brother Feng, I said, I will single out 216 of them!"

　　 Qingfeng frowned and turned around, but he was taken aback. At this time, Gaosai was already covered by Level 5 armor. His expression was a bit complicated, "This armor..."

　　 Gao Sai did not answer his words, but reached out his hand to carry the submachine gun in Qingfeng's hand, "borrow it!"

　　 "Mad, this is the big brother's armor, this little boy, actually said that the big brother was not killed by him, shoot!" Leib's furious voice sounded.

　　"DaDaDaDaDaDa"

More than one hundred and sixty guns fired almost at the same time. The explosive sound of gunfire, like dozens of firecrackers igniting at the same time, was everywhere with the sharp sound of bullets breaking through the air, shooting from all directions to the high game. Bullets,

It's just...At this moment, the Gaosai has put on the fifth-level battle armor. The bullets fired by the pistols and rifles in the hands of the **** can't penetrate the powerful defense of the fifth-level battle armor. They can only be used in the high competition. Sparks exploded on the body, and the whole person in the high game was as bright as fireworks for a while, and there were clanging sounds from head to toe. The warhead dropped by the fifth-level armor fell thick on the feet of the high game within a few seconds. layer.

　　 The submachine gun in Gaosai's hand also burst into flames at this time.

This medium-sized M860 submachine gun specially made by the Ministry of Military Service has a large magazine that can hold 600 pieces of 8MM grade 4 alloy bullets. The rate of fire can reach up to 2000 rounds per minute. Under the influence of strong nerve reaction speed and control ability, Gao Sai's hands gripped it and slowly turned his body.

　　 Its frantically bursting muzzle also slowly turned 360 degrees following the high game.

　　 About twenty seconds later,

　　The chaotic Third Street, all the gunfire stopped!

Gao Sai shook his submachine gun, "Probably there are only dozens of bullets left. The shooting speed of this thing is too fast, and my marksmanship is a bit poor. I really can't do a bullet to destroy a gangster. It's a waste of bullets! "

　　 Qingfeng took the submachine gun and looked around, with surprise on his face.

　　 "More than two hundred, this is a guy from more than two hundred security companies, you actually didn't let one pass~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all of them were killed..."

　　 "Brother, you are cruel! When I was your age, let alone killing, let alone killing more than 200 people, even the little girl hadn't held her hand!"

　　 He shook his head and looked at the corpses all around, "Although your marksmanship is inferior to me, you are already incomparably beautiful!"

　　 Around the two of them, more than one hundred and sixty gunmen had all fallen to the ground, half of them were shot two or three in the forehead, and more than 80 were shot in the back of the head when they turned their heads and fled! Even Huang Wei and Leibu of the Fourth Life Gate collapsed on the ground with their bodies twisted. Each of them was shot more than a dozen shots. From the heart to the head, they were all hit by the armor-piercing bullets of the submachine gun. It's bloody.

　　 These two people actually avoided dozens of bullets. After all, the speed and explosive power of the fourth life gate cultivator was there! It is a pity that there are no obstacles for them to hide on this wide street, and Gaosai takes care of them two very seriously and specially, giving them 60 or 70 rounds of armor-piercing bullets.... ..

　　 The cleanest third street in the shanty town in the past has turned into a purgatory,

There are broken bodies or broken heads everywhere. Many of the bodies are stacked, interlaced, or even twisted. Occasionally, there are **** who die with staring eyes. There are still panic and noness in the eyes that have lost their vitality. I can believe that the viscous and turbulent red liquid flowing out of their bodies has merged into a stream that continues to spread around...

　　 The air is full of strong fishy smell, mixed with the foul smell of feces and urine from the incontinence of the **** before his death, spreading to the surroundings. Many of the inferior people onlookers could not help but vomit violently, and the smell of the surrounding air became even more unbearable.