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Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, McCree broke into a sweat.

There was a window in the escape passage on each floor. Seeing that he was about to be discovered by the monster, McCree no longer hesitated, opened the window, turned over and jumped out.

He grabbed the edge of the window and glanced down. Looking at it from a height of more than 20 meters would make people feel dizzy.

The night wind was very strong tonight. He pressed his body against the wall as much as possible, his empty left arm and sleeves swaying in the wind.

McCree now only has one hand.

During the last operation in Brazil, his left hand was stepped on by the Hulk. After returning to the United States, he found the best doctor, but the doctor told him that it had been too long and the break was too complete, and there was no way to recover.

McCree had no choice but to accept this.

The muscles of his right arm were tight, and the window sill was very narrow, only about three or four centimeters, barely enough to put down the first half of his fingers, and he had to use all his strength to ensure that he would not fall.

Sweat soon appeared on his forehead, and McCree gritted his teeth and persisted.

Two monsters intertwined in the corridor, one going up, the other going down, and left silently.

McCree heard their retreating footsteps and just breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to climb in again, the monster that climbed up suddenly turned back.

He almost wanted to curse, the muscles in his right arm were trembling slightly, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

After the monster came down, it wagged its nose vigorously:

It smelled of strangers.

As transformed monsters, while they lost their intelligence, they gained strength and five senses far beyond those of ordinary people.

For a few seconds, McCree felt as if a century had passed. Finally, the monster gave up the search and walked toward the top floor with heavy steps.

When he could no longer hear the monster's voice, he climbed in with difficulty. The feeling of his feet stepping on the ground again made him feel as if he had returned to the world from hell.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, enjoying a short rest.

After a few seconds, McCree got up and stopped enjoying this luxury. He had to hurry up, Steve was still waiting for his signal.

And he promised the little boy that he would save everyone.

At the intersection of the commercial street, Zhang Ming sat in the passenger seat and closed his eyes. In fact, he was observing through the third-angle camera.

Suddenly, a fire broke out on the seventh floor of the hotel opposite. The fire grew bigger in a few seconds, and every window was spitting out flames. The flames licked upwards, and soon flames also appeared on the eighth floor.

McCree succeeded!

The door to the rooftop on the top floor was kicked open, and the monsters protected the big boss and came to the top floor.

In order to escape, the projection screen on the big screen was cut off. The big boss controlled the monsters to form a circle and protected him in the middle. After tinkering with the computer for a while, the screen reappeared.

The big boss's proud look disappeared, and dust was still stuck to his face. His anger caused layers of wrinkles to appear on his huge forehead. His entire face was close to the computer, and the picture was projected on the advertising screen, making his head even bigger.

"Morrison!"

Steve called Morrison's name. Morrison, who was on the top floor of another high-rise building, frowned and said, "Captain, all shooting views are blocked. The target is completely hidden in the center of the monster. There is no flaw for a second."

Morrison pressed his cheek against the sniper rifle. Through the scope, his sight seemed to have the ability to see through. He ignored the monsters in front of him and stared at the big boss.

The sniper rifle in his hand supports continuous shooting, but it takes him 0.3 to 0.5 seconds from firing the first bullet to adjusting the recoil and re-aiming to shoot the second bullet. This time is enough for the monsters.

Form a new protective circle.

It would be nice if there was a gun. One bullet hit the monster's lower limbs to destroy the protective circle, and the other bullet was shot out at the same time, hitting the target through the gap in the circle.

He retracted his unrealistic thoughts. McCree, a disabled person with a broken arm, could complete the task perfectly. Now all hope is on him, and he must shoot that crucial bullet.

On the advertising screen, the big boss adjusted his clothes and said:

"I don't know who started this fire, but that's not important. What's important is that you pissed me off. You didn't abide by the rules of the game, so"

The big boss took out the bomb detonator and showed an evil smile.

"To ensure fairness, I don't know whether the bomb will detonate when I press it. It may kill two or three people, or it may kill the entire street at once. Isn't that interesting?"

Morrison couldn't wait any longer. He gradually exerted force on his index finger, and the bullet representing hope was about to be shot.

"If I allow a flaw in the encirclement, Morrison, can you guarantee that the target will be eliminated with one shot?" Zhang Ming opened his eyes and asked the most critical question.

Morrison said: "No problem."

"good."

Zhang Ming stood up, which attracted the attention of the monster watching them. However, after he stood up, his hands seemed to be holding something.

From Zhang Ming's perspective, an earphone appeared in his hand out of thin air. With his control, the earphone crossed a distance of several hundred meters and landed on the big boss's ear.

Skill card: Brainwashing Divine Comedy, activate!

Originally, Zhang Ming wanted to leave this card to Abomination or Hulk. After the transformation, the IQs of these two monsters have dropped somewhat. With the baptism of brainwashing Divine Comedy, they may fall into a state of chaos, making it easier for them to move.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed too quickly. Zhang Ming planned against Hulk and Abomination and forcibly moved their battlefield to the ocean, but he did not expect that the big boss would appear as a variable.

Now the big boss has explosive devices in his hands, and the lives of thousands of people on the entire street are in his hands.

Not to mention the city integrity mentioned in the system mission, even if the big boss has nothing to do with the mission, the reward coins will not be deducted. With Zhang Ming's character, he cannot abandon the lives of thousands of people just to save a skill card.

Ignore it.

The big boss has extraordinary psychic power. His brain is more developed and his perception ability is stronger than that of ordinary people. Therefore, at the moment when the brainwashing song is launched, nearly a hundred strange songs pour into his mind. He unconsciously analyzes and listens to it.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are so confident!"

"Encourage me, sweep me away, bake the gluten to melt."

"Once you give me a giaogiao, once you give me a giaogao, I will be a good baby!"

The big boss's eyes widened wider and wider, as if the door to a new world was opening to him.

"Ah! This... what kind of melody is this!"

He covered his head and ears!

It's useless, it's useless. The melodies of these divine songs keep coming in. They are not played one by one, but hundreds of pieces of music are played at the same time!

The big boss's mind control collapsed in an instant, and there was a commotion in the circle of monsters. At this time, a monster took an extra step out.

It's now!

At a distance of less than two hundred meters, the sniper rifle required little correction. The scope passed through the gap exposed by the monster and was locked on the big boss's huge forehead.

This shot will take his life!

Due to his super psychic ability, the big boss has a certain ability to sense danger. When he realized that he was being targeted by bullets, he actually raised his right hand high.

The big boss holds the bomb detonator in his hand, his thumb on the button, and is about to press it!

Across a distance of several hundred meters, Morrison and the big boss looked at each other through the sights.

"Come on! You only have one shot, kill me or save others!"

Bang! The bullet spun out, and almost instantly, the big boss's right arm burst open, and blood dripped on the big boss's face, but he was laughing wildly.

He won the bet, and these self-proclaimed heroes missed their only chance to defeat him!

"Idiots, a bunch of idiots, haha...ah!"

A huge butt fell from the sky and landed directly on the big boss's face, pinning him to the ground.

The laughter stopped abruptly.