The solar system is broken

ruins.

The small alley that the writer passed by.

The orifice, whimpering, just like filming a movie.

"Hahaha~" came the ruthless ridicule on the phone.

"If anything happens, call the police uncle..."

Although his voice had been inhumanely modified, Karl could still clearly hear the taunts.

"I just want to take this person away..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was so loud that Karl couldn't continue talking.

"I'm talking about business, don't laugh."

Karl tugged on his sleeves and stared at the ruins around him. He always felt that there was someone around him.

"There is a high probability that there is something wrong with Jiang Che, so be careful."

A black shadow quickly passed behind Karl, and Karl frowned.

Someone.

Karl subconsciously reached around his waist, half-bent his body, and looked at a broken cement gap.

"We'll talk about it later."

"Well," the voiceprint fluctuated greatly, mixed with strange sounds, "Comrade, please pay attention to safety."

Carl slowly pulled out an M9 standard pistol from the holster and tightened the butt of the gun.

Click~

The sound of stepping on stones.

When his ears moved, they were on his right rear.

But Karl took a deep look at the gap, and the sound of breathing inside was rapid and numerous.

The wind blows gently.

Karl's hair stands on end, and his white hair is short and very flamboyant.

M9 standard pistol, with a total length of 217 mm, an empty gun weight of 0.96 kg, a muzzle velocity of 333.7 m/s, and an effective range of 50 meters.

There are many people on the other side.

There were at least five people with unknown weapons.

Click~

No, there are more than five people across from me.

Click~

The hollow echo of a controlled object, maybe a pistol or a steel pipe.

The alley is only three meters wide, has many shelters, and is still a cement wall.

In street fighting, a pistol is really not necessarily better than a knife.

The magazine has a full ammunition capacity of 12 rounds. What you need to know is that the number of ammunition in the magazine is inversely proportional to the power.

Generally, powerful pistols have 6-7 rounds, and military pistols have 8-9 rounds. The gun in Carl's hand is for police use, and its main purpose is to inflict disability.

But there are at least 6 people on the opposite side, and three shots to maim one person are completely insufficient.

Karl glanced at the small window on the second floor and changed his eyes.

"Bang!"

Shots were fired.

The bullet penetrated the rotten wooden board and hit the crumbling cement wall. The fragile shell peeled off immediately.

"Eggboy, take good care of these girls," a rough man shouted loudly in the corner.

When the women and children heard the gunshots, they panicked and cried.

Eggboy beat and kicked a group of people tied up with straw ropes and drove them into an abandoned building.

Bang!

Light blue gunpowder smoke rose from the gap.

This is an old revolver, older than the owner's grandfather's grandfather.

There is nothing we can do about it. China's ban on guns is too serious. Illegal gun possession requires control and detention.

"Is our Chinese wall going to fall down here?" The thick smoke made it impossible to see what was happening on the other side in front of us.

Hua Qiang has never been afraid of anyone since buying melons and killing people.

He stretched out his arm and fired again.

"Gangzi, you suppress me and copy me."

From the distant rubble, there was a voice, "Okay!"

That's two shots over there.

Karl hooked his feet against the window, exerted force on his waist, and curled into the second floor of the ruined building.

Due to the darkness and humidity, a lot of moss grew on the entire second floor, and mice were nesting in it.

There were some bats hanging in the dark, and the bat feces exuded a suffocating smell (nitric acid is highly volatile).

Pu Lingling~

The bat flew out...

Karl stepped on the sticky unknown object expressionlessly and reached a door.

With a slight push, the door had been corroded for a hundred or two hundred years and lay on the ground like mud.

After turning around a rooftop bridge, the opening for shooting appeared diagonally below Karl.

With the bright light caused by the gunpowder, Karl saw the wretched man with a beer belly in the gap.

Karl simply calculated the distance. The height of the building is about 3 meters, the width of the room is five steps, and one step is 0.75 meters. The straight-line distance of the gap is 20 meters. Using the Pythagorean theorem, it is approximately... 21 meters.

He felt like he was making a stupid calculation.

(The smaller the minimum angle of a plane triangle, the closer it is to its longest side. The acute angle formed by the 20-meter side is so small that there is no need to calculate it.)

With a range of 50 meters, 21 meters is still very accurate.

Raising his pistol, Carl took two cautious steps forward.

His hand was hanging on the tongue of the gun, but at this moment an accident happened.

Ding dong~

A rusty steel pipe fell down and hit a boulder heavily, making a crisp sound.

"Damn it!"

The noise naturally woke Hua Qiang up.

Bang! Carl fired decisively.

However, it was still a step slow.

Turn over and hide behind an abandoned cement block.

"I'm going to fuck you~"

With his back pressed against the cement block, he tried his best to lower his body.

Karl frowned, pressed the gun with one hand, and fired continuously at the position of the Chinese wall.

He jumped onto a rafter and rushed over.

However, the rafter wood was not strong and broke with a snap. Karl tilted twice and fell into a pile of deep grass.

"Gangzi, you wrap him from behind!"

"Liu'er, are you dead?"

Hua Qiang panicked, and Karl rushed up and wanted to do it. This was a complete waste of life.

Bang bang bang~

Several shots were not accurate, and the grass that was deep enough was shot to pieces.

The soldier didn't dare to move, so he lay half-lying on the ground.

Kaka~

Hua Qiang pulled the trigger twice in succession, but no bullet was fired.

Karl heard clearly in the grass and knew that this was an opportunity. A grunt rolled out of the grass. He picked up the gun and shot it, but he didn't care about the accuracy.

The beating only caused the cement chips to fly everywhere.

"Gangzi!"

With trembling hands, he took out a handful of bullets from a pocket, but the more anxious he became, the harder it was to put the bullets into the magazine.

Ding, dong, dong, the bullets fell to the ground. The bullet casings and bullets were mixed together.

Another easy meal to find, easy to fill up with 6 bullets, click the wheel, and raise the gun...

At this time, a hot gun barrel was pressed against Hua Qiang's forehead, "Don't move!"

The revolver in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"Speak well if you have anything to say," Hua Qiang took a deep breath.

Karl's fair face was dripping with sweat and blue veins popped out.

Just a little bit different.

Whoosh~

The two shots landed on the cement wall behind Carl, and an explosive chill rose up in Carl's body.

Cement dust splashed, and Karl quickly threw himself down.

Hua Qiang was a step too late, and a bullet passed through his chest. He stared straight up and fell down.

"Boss!"

The two rookie gunmen instantly turned pale with panic.

He killed someone. The most important thing is that he killed his boss.

"You guys..." He twisted his neck and fainted from the pain. In a few minutes, he would die of cellular hypoxia.

Karl smacked his lips, it was too cruel, he would kill his own people.

Bullets rained down on the concrete wall, peeling off a layer of skin on the two gunmen.

The American soldiers shed tears when they saw this fire coverage: there was no individual soldier quality at all.

The moon is out.

The cold moonlight shone coldly on a corpse. Carl tightened the gun in his hand, moved his body carefully, and stretched out one eye to observe the movements on the other side.

A man dressed as a farmer was walking around a piece of rubble, trying to come from behind.

Just as Karl was about to get up, he fired and shot again.

Karl had no choice but to shrink down in frustration, groaning secretly in his heart.

It's as dense as crackling fried beans. If you stand up, there will be several more holes.

"Damn it!"

The inside of the military uniform was already wet, and the high degree of tension made Karl a little overwhelmed.

"My Lord, bless your child," Carl stood up suddenly.