[Part①·Didn’t kill the wrong person]
Xueming felt his body light up, and the moment the fog dispersed, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he arrived at the thermal power station of [KINGDOM·王土].
He is located at the chemical storage area and the central road for wet desulfurization products. The discharging and feeding of the power station are here, making it easy for trucks to enter and exit. There are regular rock walls behind the left and right sides, and in front are the storage warehouse and the machine room of the desulfurization department.
Walking forward along the road, only fifty meters away, we came to the first checkpoint.
Xueming called the security personnel and expressed their intention to come, and immediately the managers came to receive them. In just two minutes, a Land Rover military vehicle drove from a small market further away, and four well-dressed hunters got out of the vehicle. They are the leaders of the war gang under the Eros Mercy Society, three men and one woman.
The tall man in the lead stretched out his hand to shake hands with Xueming and speak Japanese.
"Why didn't Mr. Ishimura come in person today?"
Xueming took a closer look——
——This man is muscular, seven feet tall, with a white face and no beard. He has a bald head and is fully equipped. He is also wearing a suit as a frame. He is very particular.
He responded in Chinese: "Ishimura Takuma asked me to do something and asked me to send the students out."
The bald man immediately responded in Chinese: "That's not what I said before."
In the environment created by [KINGDOM·王土], it is impossible to contact the outside world, and messages can only be conveyed through letters or recordings. At this moment, the employees of the flesh and blood processing plant did not know what was happening outside.
Xueming: "If you want to get promoted, just do it."
As soon as these words came out, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the four guests, but it dissipated in an instant.
Xueming walked straight to the co-pilot of the vehicle, ignoring these small leaders of the war gang.
He knew that most of the leaders of these war gangs were the godsons of Takuma Ishimura——
——Just like the relationship between Lawrence Madison and his six children, most of the evil forces use family rather than written contracts to manage their subordinates. This form of management cost is the lowest.
The sentence just now [If you want to be promoted, do it] obviously touched the weak point of these hunters and hit their sore point of death.
The bald man climbed into the car unhappily, but he couldn't say anything. This unknown agent seemed to have a very good relationship with his godfather. The blood on his uniform was not even dry. It seemed that he had just finished a fierce battle. I ran to the amusement park non-stop to do errands.
They can't afford to offend such a ruthless person.
The amusement park is where Ishimura Takuma raises hunters. There are not many opportunities to practice with real swords and guns. Recording programs for TV stations requires the director to write scripts. Occasionally, an unlucky guy is actually killed by a meat ticket, which means he is not strong enough. Be willing to admit defeat.
"How many people are there in the camp?" Xueming looked out the window at the market street scene.
The bald man immediately said: "There are about fifty people, and the remaining armed forces have gone to surround the students. Mr. Ishimura said before that they should not touch them. I am afraid that they will run around. I have set up machine guns at the sentries around the entrance and exit - as long as these little Bastard, please be obedient and don't come looking for death, and everything will be fine."
Xueming pointed to the small light sign in the market: "No hurry, just drive to the canteen in front and stop."
The bald man didn't know what the big man wanted to do, so he had to do it.
Xueming first took a look at the terrain. Most of the surrounding areas of the power station were towering cooling towers and coal conveyors. Here was the workers' canteen, as well as some free supermarket counters, which were employee benefits for Armadillo Hunters.
Many hunters gathered outside the fire department's large water tower to watch movies and eat sunflower seeds. There were twenty of them.
Xueming's eyes glanced over——
——From the fourth floor to the first floor of the dormitory building, the guys on night shift patrol were still sleeping. Taking the cafeteria as the midpoint of the coordinate system, there are four card tables on the southwest side of the dormitory building, surrounded by sixteen people.
After reading this, Xueming asked the bald man to stretch out his hand and shake hands with him with a smile.
"Sorry, I was rude just now."
The bald man was surprised, but felt a little embarrassed, as if he was flattered.
"Oh, it's Okay."
Xueming took a closer look and saw that on the other person's arm was a tattoo of the Secret Agent Peregrine Falcon of the Cupid Mercy Society.
He shook hands with two other men as a gesture of friendship——
"Hello everyone, I just got off the line of fire, and I can't relax my tense nerves. I was rude, I'm sorry."
The two men got out of the car and shook hands with Xueming one by one to show their goodwill.
A scarred face with a tattoo of a lemur on his hand.
A one-eyed dragon with a viper tattoo on his hand.
The last lady was a bit pushy -
——She flipped up her blond hair and stretched out her right hand. A flirtatious attitude that asks for a kiss on the hand.
Xueming glanced at the tattoo pattern carefully, it was an arctic fox pattern. It matches the war gang flags in the cafeteria and dormitory building, and I am sure that all the small leaders are here.
The lady waited for a long time, but still did not see Xueming kissing the back of her hand, and she finally felt a little angry.
Her breathing became rapid, as if she was insulted.
Xueming walked straight to the cafeteria and talked to the bald brother beside him.
"How about we go get something to eat first?"
The three men looked at each other and smiled, and looked at the lady with a hint of amusement. He followed Xueming into the cafeteria.
The lady followed last, her expression contorted with anger. Clench your fists.
Pushing open the door of the canteen, a wrench fell from Xueming——
——It fell on the concrete floor, sending a harsh echo in the empty hall.
The peregrine falcon and the lemur were both stunned——
——The viper and arctic fox immediately became alert.
Because [KINGDOM·王土] has rules, except Mr. Ishimura who personally escorts the weapons, no one is allowed to bring weapons here.
Xueming bent down and picked up the wrench, complaining in his heart that the equipment he picked up did not fit, and he wanted to make up a few lines.
"I'm actually an engineer"
The bald peregrine falcon then said, "So it's understandable that you always have a wrench and a screwdriver on you, right?"
Xueming: "Hahahahaha!"
Lemur: "Hahahahahahaha! I've seen this movie! It's very interesting! Kung Fu! Kung Fu plus football! It's awesome!"
Hearing laughter, the last two men and women entered the cafeteria. The moment the door closed——
——The moment the soft rubber windproof pad covers the door leaf.
Xueming smashed the peregrine falcon's head with a wrench, and the huge force almost bent the old antique found in the winery's tool room.
He immediately threw away the destroyed worker's treasure, hugged the peregrine falcon's huge dead body and rushed forward, snatched a Nepali scimitar from the opponent's warm corpse, and fiercely attacked the closest lemur. Hack away.
The Arctic fox, who was a little further away, wanted to draw his gun, but the body of the peregrine falcon was knocked unconscious.
Almost at the same time, the lemur used all its strength to deal with the life-threatening blade heading towards its head. He felt his chin tilt, and his cheeks were burning with pain - a fierce punch hit the left side of his face, smashing his skull into his blocking right arm, and the stab-proof suit split open.
The scimitar's blade cut the arm into two pieces! embedded in the lemur's brain tissue.
The handle of the knife couldn't bear the heavy blow and broke into two pieces. Before it hit the ground, a kick like thunder erupted.
It flew into the one-eyed viper's head, piercing the intact eye socket.
Everything happened too fast, too fast——
——When the arctic fox pushed the collared corpse away, the gunsmith was still groping for the lady.
The Arctic Fox saw the steaming corpse beside her that had just fallen and was still twitching, and felt that the murderous man in front of her seemed to be looking for something, groping for something with his hands and feet. She immediately began to flatter and laugh, trying to survive.
"What are you touching? You...you want...you want me"
Xueming finally found it.
"Yes, let me lend you the flame suppressor."
In front of the Arctic fox, he stepped on the woman's chest, told her to stay still, and quickly screwed the flash suppressor into the muzzle of the secondary weapon pistol.
Like the explosion of firecrackers, subsonic pistol bullets hit the head of the team leader, and she finally breathed her last.
Xueming turned around, walked up to the peregrine falcon whose brain was deformed, and fired another shot.
Walk up to the lemur with the broken knife in its skull and shoot it again.
Walk up to Viper, who has a lot of imagination, and take another shot.
Until the four watermelons at the gate cracked and the pulp was scattered on the floor, he glanced at his watch and stopped timing.
——Eleven seconds.
"You're slowing down."
He thought for a moment, but he couldn't calculate it that way. The captains of these armadillo hunters were all elite warriors after all, and they couldn't be lumped together with the other trash fish they had fought against before.
"But you're still a gunsmith."
[Part②·You also have to look back to see the explosion]
Lifting the windproof rubber mat in the cafeteria, Xueming wanted to see if anyone was following him. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a sneaky hunter peeping outside the door - it seemed that he was doing a lot of killing. The crackle of subsonic bullets alerted him.
The hunter brother felt his neck sink and he was pulled into the house. Just when he was about to ask for help, he heard a click.
His head and body had different thoughts, and he asked Xueming to twist them off——
——Putting down the body, gunshots rang out again. There are more watermelon pulps on the ground.
There was more and more blood on the gunsmith's body. The helper from the kitchen behind the canteen had just walked out pushing the dining cart. The chef was wearing a high hat and looked like he was struggling to push the cart with his head lowered. Two frozen human legs fell from the kitchen cabinet. He hurriedly picked them up, but felt strange when he smelled the smell of blood.
It's obviously frozen, so how could it taste like blood?
He took a lick of the frozen meat and finally realized that the fishy smell didn't come from the kitchen cabinet.
But what he didn't know was that with this lick, the neutral icon on his head turned bright red in the eyes of the gunsmith who was about twenty meters away.
Xueming raised his gun and fired to empty the magazine, beating the kitchen helper into a sieve.
Eight boxes of ammunition and two knives were found from the body. He quickly moved backstage to the kitchen.
Two staff members were still stealing human flesh, while the top chef was tasting the original nine-turn large intestine. A figure pushed open the door and entered, shot twice in the chest and once in the head. Hua Tuo couldn't save him.
Xueming climbed out of the back kitchen window and got into the studio.
The TV station in Eureka Volcano City is also filming an NC-21 adult program called "Bloody Saturday Night," which contains various secret room games with curious, erotic, and violent elements.
Because the guests did not come, Galahad's students were absent, and director Tolovsky was still worrying about the next program.
He called a young and beautiful female assistant to accompany him and complained on the balcony on the fourth floor. The props team and the camera crew were all on vacation due to the transfer order of Conque Johnny - or they were sent to another place to work overtime.
Now he has no one available and has become a bare commander.
"Director, it's not your fault. It's all that stupid Ishimura's fault. He doesn't understand art."
The female assistant slowly took off her clothes and lay naked next to the director.
"If Ishimura Takuma is wise, he can definitely hire another crew and let's shoot something else!"
Director Trotsky was furious, grabbed his female companion's head and cursed: "Do you know! I'm very angry now!"
Before he finished speaking, the gunsmith came over from the balcony next door.
He was covered in blood and had a gun in his hand.
Before the female assistant could scream—
——Xue Ming could shoot his head.
"I'm sorry, did I kill the wrong person?" the gunsmith asked calmly.
The great director covered his steaming face, took out a few artificial ceramic teeth and prosthetic nose fillings from his beard, and wiped away the blood.
"No."
The gunsmith turned the gun: "This building is clean, you are the only one left."
Director: "Who the hell are you?"
Gunsmith: "I heard this place has a lot of damn scum, ogres, and good employees in the human flesh factory, so I came here."
Director: "Then you've come to the right place."
Gunsmith: "I went to the warehouse and found no one, and there was no one in the studio. Can you help me find them?"
The great director found two business cards from his clothes and pushed the naked, headless female corpse away.
He shook his body, his eyes were frightened, and his madness index had exceeded the standard, but his strong will to survive forced him to stay awake. He handed over their contact information to the two groups who had asked for leave to fish, and handed over their contact information to this weirdo whose origins were unknown.
The gunsmith took the business card, looked at both, and wrote down the address and phone number.
"Thanks."
Director: "You're welcome."
The gunsmith asked, "What's your name?"
Great Director: "Trovsky"
Gunsmith: "Russian?"
The great director shook his head: "My stage name. My stage name is actually German. Just using a Russian stage name will always have a sad and cold artistic temperament, which is very charming."
Xueming tilted her head——
——Seems to be thinking.
The great director immediately said: "Did you record it?"
Xueming said nothing.
"I mean! You must have recorded it! Right! You killed everyone in this building? You must have recorded it!" The director seemed to have found inspiration and was about to devote himself to art: " That multimedia center, that red dot”
He pointed to the FOB radio on the gunsmith's shoulder.
The gunsmith tilted his head and looked at the battle recording screen. It was indeed recorded.
"That's right."
The great director opened his arms and said with a sense of ceremony——
"——Then shoot. You didn't kill the wrong person."
Xueming raised his hand and pulled the trigger, saving another life.
He took off the FOB and wiped the blood off his face in front of the camera, his face full of disbelief.
"BOSS, I really don't understand what these guys are thinking in their heads - why can they be so..."
Xueming gestured with his hands, and his expression was like that of a subway grandpa looking at his cell phone, with his nasolabial folds even showing.
"Why is that possible? I can't describe it. Just forget it and let me work first."
He installed the FOB back into the MOLLE system and observed the movements of soldiers in the market center all the way down from the water pipes in the studio building.
Someone has noticed the tragedy that happened in the cafeteria——
——The soldiers have lost their overall commander, but they still have the group or dormitory leader as the leader unit’s command and dispatch.
"The leader has been killed!"
"Quick! Get to the armory!"
"Arm up! Arm yourselves! Prepare for battle!"
"Where is the enemy?!"
All these messy messages came out of the earphones one after another. The gunsmith lurked around the building area, followed more than twenty active soldiers in circles, and finally found the armory.
Soldiers are not allowed to equip weapons when they are not on duty. For example, the secondary weapon pistol on the Arctic Fox has become a command flag that controls the power of life and death.
When the soldiers came to the armory and began to put on armor and took away the HK416 on the wall, Xueming squeezed into the crowd and sighed at how well-equipped these hunters were and how expensive their weapons were.
In order of priority, get the armor from the front hall, the bullets from the middle hall, and the explosive bombs from the back room.
In the team of more than 20 people, no one was suspicious, but they just felt that there was an unnaturally unfamiliar face.
There are six high-value targets, similar to dormitory leaders or squad leaders, who are dispatching orders at the scene, but the commander-in-chief is dead. These hunters are currently in a mess, with no clear division of labor and division of labor. It is to mechanically take away the equipment and gradually equip armor and bullets according to the content of daily training.
The gunsmith ducked out of the way and shouted to his brothers in broken Japanese: "Give way, give way."
He squeezed into the back room and spoke to the leader of the armed forces in the back who was in charge of explosive bombs.
"Some brothers are fighting. You'd better go out and take a look."
Just this sentence made the two managers take it lightly and lost their minds in the high-pressure environment. They cursed and said: "Damn it! What time has it been!"
Xueming came to the explosives warehouse and scanned eight bombs of different shapes. He quickly thought about the methods of delaying the firing of the fuses and their killing radius.
In just a few seconds——
——He found fourteen grenades from the cabinet door, and pulled out ten pull tabs with his five fingers carrying [Fragrant Fantasy].
Then quickly and evenly throw them to the other two rooms. Use different strengths to throw different distances.
After doing all this, Xueming did not leave immediately——
——Fragrant Fantasy led him to break through the wall, ran back to the side, raised the gun and aimed at the entrance and back door potholes to ensure that the shooting range could cover the entrance and exit of the armory.
There are also good brothers who have just gotten into the armory to get their guns and are waiting anxiously at the outside of the team. Someone in the team saw the grenade and shouted for help to squeeze out.
The people inside wanted to get out, and the people outside wanted to get in. They were all anxious, and they were all right, but it was difficult to explain clearly what happened.
The shock wave generated at the moment of the explosion shook the entire [KINDDOM·Kingdom Land].
Xueming just glanced at the severed limbs flying out of the room, and then the hunter with strong vitality ran out, his body was in tatters, using his companions as a cover to block most of the damage from the grenade fragments.
"[SweetDream·Fragrant Dream]"
The gunsmith loudly called out Hunwei's true name——
——The Iron Knight, with its cat ears standing tall, came in response to the call.
It kept pace with Xueming and opened fire with its gun.
The HK416 rifle in his hand roared, and a survivor emerged from the room. He was immediately hit by two vicious bullets that shattered the ballistic steel plate and penetrated his helmet, killing him.
Xueming and SD opened the clasps of the last four thermite grenades, and a raging fire broke out from the armory. The ammunition and explosives caused a shocking movement, and the survivors in the dormitory all woke up——
——The glass shattered all over the floor, and the fire outside the window was like the breath of a hell demon.
In the abandoned winery room——
——Ishimura Takuma suddenly straightened his legs.
His soul power burped and spit out a cloud of thick smoke with a deafening explosion.
Mr. Ishimura's face was ashen, as if he had been punched hard in the stomach, and he was vomiting blood.
BOSS was so sleepy that he turned over and cursed.
"What's going on?"
