Foreword:
Let the dead bury the dead. Since we have life, we should live and live happily.
Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy | "War and Peace"
[Part①·Man and God]
A certain philosophical pioneer once said this in the movie version of Initial D——
——The reason why God is God is because He has done things that ordinary people cannot do, so He became God.
It sounds like nonsense literature with a bit of British cold humor, but that's the fact. People always like to regard incomprehensible, unpredictable, amazing skills and occasional miracles as the handiwork of gods.
But for the leaders in the professional field, these things are as common as drinking water and eating. These are the skills they rely on for a living and their means of survival.
The moment the nameless gunsmith appeared, the little demons in the entertainment room could not help but shrink back and become nervous.
The leader of the Crimson Fortress can scold the nameless warriors one by one every day, but when he really has to face the gunsmith, he will immediately become as quiet as a chicken, just like the stupid young people who are chatting with each other across the Internet.
In the eyes of the blood-giving monster, the gunsmith is the god of death, and the crying general is the god of death's good partner, Charon, the boatman of the Styx.
"Gunsmith!!!!————"
I don’t know who started it, but the psychological quality of this group of armadillo hunters who returned to their old profession could not pass the spiritual pressure test at all. One of the weak-minded brothers screamed miserably, and the skin erupted with red spots of Vita brand. At the moment of mental breakdown, bright red flowers will bloom in the physical body.
At the pre-war mobilization meeting, the CC boss told the brothers excitedly and passionately that the target of this war was the gunsmith!
The younger brothers were poisoned by alcohol, and they all looked high-spirited and high-spirited. However, when the gunsmith actually came to them, the morale of the war gang collapsed almost instantly.
The scene was a mess, people who were going to get weapons were crowded together, and the core members couldn't help but squeeze closer to the CC boss. There was a minor stampede accident, and two old uncles from the war gang had their intestines trampled out.
"Are there any explosives? He must have planted a bomb somewhere!"
"Am I going to die!? Why does this guy dare to appear blatantly in front of so many of us!"
"He never fights unprepared! Oh my god, oh my god"
"Boss CC! I feel like I can't breathe. I. I. Ugh!"
Following the shrill cry for help, the second group of scouts took the lead to see the Mad Butterfly. Its stomach suddenly swelled and exploded, and at the moment the Vita Brand exploded, the blood-red butterfly flew out.
Not to mention that the people in this group of war gangs are timid, these mercenaries were just helpers and thugs of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult six years ago. They were not even considered a serious religious sect - Lawrence once belonged to the Inanimate Alliance. It is this kind of organization, a family-style gang led by one or more leaders, working for the religious order, engaging in armed confrontation with regional governors, asking for political chips, forming a balance between black and gray industries, and making illegal changes Make the unreasonable and make it legal.
If we say that this group of people are forced into prostitution, kidnapped and trafficked, and bullied the demolition households and the elderly, they are all top-notch experts. They can even call out the militia when they meet, and everyone goes through the motions to save each other's face, and finally use money. Something happened.
The only way to get help from the Immortal is that the ruffians have received Pellerini's magical initiation - they will still have a strong sense of fear when they see the gunsmith.
No matter how calm CC is, she can’t be fierce at this moment——
——The man in front of the entertainment room is thousands of times more vicious than him.
"anonymous"
Originally, they organized and deployed in the rest area, hoping to catch the gunsmith off guard, but the gunsmith missed the squat and caught a Haspen Madison, so they had an extra meal, which only brought the celebration party a little earlier. , how could it become like this in just one meal?
He was a little upset, but he had no regrets, because he was the leader of the Red Fortress, and the decision made by the leader must be correct!
If it hadn't been for this bunch of good-for-nothing brothers rushing over each other and impatiently asking Lord Pellerini for the elixir, there wouldn't have been this celebration banquet - let alone the poison of this wine table culture!
CC! Listen up! Be calm! Find a way to survive! you're not wrong! It's these wastes that are holding us back that are wrong!
"Gunsmith, since you are still willing to say a few more words to me, why don't we put down the war?"
"No, no," the gunsmith interrupted, "you misunderstood."
CC: "Understood wrong?"
The young eagle flaps its wings and shoots with a gun!
The roar of bullets interrupted all CC's excuses and suppressed all the nonsense!
"I'm counting the heads." The gunsmith fired the gun very fast——
——The moment he entered the room, he had been observing the movements of the people in the room, and the strange collapse of morale did not make him take it lightly.
These guys seem to have guns and ammunition, but they don’t dare to take them out? why?
Jiang Xueming couldn't understand. Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles, he didn't quite understand the reason.
There is a terrifying fairy tale circulating in the social circle of blood-giving monsters. There is a prince of hell. As long as you dare to draw a gun in front of him, the next second you will see your own fingers and hear "Expelliarmus" in Chinese.
It's a pity that no one corrects this rumor——
——Because you will die even if you don’t draw a weapon, and your death will be even worse.
Fifteen bullets from Young Eagle shattered twelve heads in the first response area. He pulled the gun and moved it sideways while reloading. Only six seconds had passed. Death went to work again. Forty-six dogs were still alive in the spacious entertainment room.
Screams and curses, vicious eyes and dull eyes all looked at the evil star at the gate.
CC finally came to his senses, with rage in his eyes!
This guy seems really ready to clear out all the hunters in the house by himself!
"You look down on me?! Gunsmith!"
Jiang Xueming didn't answer. He was busy emptying the magazine, and his fingers were on fire!
Fenxiang Huanmeng hid behind the main body, rubbed the bullets with all her strength, and threw away another magazine!
It’s another moment when firepower breaks out——
——The four heroes in the second response area finally plucked up the courage from the headless corpses of their partners and awakened the will to fight.
They all took out their guns to fight back, trying to lean forward and use the micro-strokes on their waists to pour out firepower!
At this moment, the fairy tale comes true!
The fingers turned into hot flesh connected with flesh and bone, and flew towards the unlucky man behind him along with the broken shrapnel and the receiver. These nylon parts and metal pieces turned into deadly flying knives under the bombardment of the Young Eagle ammunition! There was a bloody incision next to it, and a white thread cut out of the Kevlar layer. After two seconds, Dave, the manager, discovered that his thigh had a laceration that was deep enough to show the bone.
"Don't just stand there!"
Don't blame CC for reacting slowly. This was the ninth second after the battle. The leader finally decided to regain his morale and asked his teammates to split up and avoid the gunsmith's fatal shot!
"This guy only has one pistol!"
The boys finally came to their senses and ran towards the window sill to draw the gunsmith's firepower so that their teammates could complete a direct hit.
At the same time, in the room, the fighting unit that was rushing toward him was sweating, and finally no longer hesitated——
——Those brothers who are human shields, they will not let you die in vain.
This is a simple multiple-choice question. For the gunsmith, if he wants to stop the enemy who breaks through the window, he must give up the shooting range from eleven to two o'clock. It is impossible for him to take care of every target while suppressing firepower. , is he only one person?
So let’s just look at the results!
There are a total of twelve suicide squad members rushing towards the window. As long as they can break through the glass window, they can circle behind the gunsmith to double-team, or leave their teammates and escape.
The shooters who were on alert had already begun to draw their guns. No matter whether the gunsmith could cast the terrifying "Expelliarmus" spell or not, they had to give it a try.
Time began to flow again. Fragrant Huanmeng finished loading the third magazine, and finally turned away, driving the sentry body in front of the entertainment room to stand beside Xueming.
The violent gunfire never stops!
This is the light infantry unit that Anonymous uses the most ruthlessly with guns!
The rain of bullets like running water splashed on the enemies rushing towards the window edge, and the rhythm of the gunshots was full of rhythm!
The gunsmith does not fight alone. Fragrance Huanmeng holds the micro-charge, just like whack-a-mole, pulling the trigger according to the rhythm of the enemy's sprint, waiting quietly, waiting for the head of the kamikaze to arrive at the appropriate shooting line. Just like the technique that the gunsmith once used in the restaurant of the Dead Couple Agency, use your body to aim, wait for the target to enter the sight, and then pull the trigger one by one.
At the same time, the big steel cat performed the shooting action and used its tail to pull up another submachine gun attached to the body of the sentry at the gate.
The moment the Eagle's bullets ran out, it happened to fall into the hands of the gunsmith.
Two tight lines of fire, one hundred submachine gun bullets, and thirty pistol bullets, simply took away the remaining forty-five lives.
The spirit body of CC protects him, which belongs to Lord Pellerini [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm].
The bullet grazed his physical body, and when it came into contact with the spirit body, it immediately turned into twisted and deformed iron filings. Under the impact of strange spiritual energy, it kept spinning and entangled, and the huge internal energy could not be released, and finally became hot and red. When they landed on the floor, these bullets left scorched black marks on the carpet.
Click——
The gunsmith tapped the release button of the microflush to make sure that the magazine was empty. He had no intention of dealing with CC, the enemy leader, immediately.
It doesn't look like bullets are going to work on this guy, but keep trying.
The blood and minced meat on the ground, and the corpses without heads, made CC feel a little dazed. He had witnessed the battle of the Anonymous. At that time, he could only hide behind the cult, silently among the dirty corpses. Watch it all.
He survived by chance and has been left with a huge psychological shadow ever since.
Every time the patrol whistle in Guangling blew the loud silver flute, he would wake up from nightmares, thinking that the God of Death was coming to take his life.
But this time.
This time he has nothing to lose!
Dave's body was lifeless, with more than a dozen bullet holes in it, and blood was still spraying out. He looked just like TOM who had been shot!
"Brother CC"
"Damn it, you're not dead!?" CC wanted to close his eyes for Boss Dave, but suddenly screamed, all the sadness and anger he had just suppressed was in vain.
This was just an extremely painful flashback, and Dave had Lady White's larvae crawling out of his belly.
His eyes were bleeding, and he was hit by the brutal bullets. The sudden increase in cranial and intraocular pressure made him shed two bloody tears of regret.
"pain"
After saying this, Dave froze completely, his pupils dilated to death.
"anonymous!----"
CC shouted to the sky, and Soul Power [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm] rolled up a huge vortex at his feet.
The carpet was torn apart by the chaotic spiritual pressure shock wave, and the man-eating monster in the smoke revealed its bright red eyes, which seemed to have become more ferocious, and its will to fight became angry and high-spirited!
"I want you to be buried with me!"
[Part②·Battle]
The gunsmith picked up the gun and started shooting without answering.
The slight impact of the bullet hit this wind wall and could not cause any substantial damage——
——But Jiang Xueming still has to do it, even if the bullet doesn't work.
He is like a patient fisherman, constantly changing the bait. The range of Fragrant Fantasy is only 16 meters, and it cannot reach the high-value target. Bullets are the best means of testing, even if it is used to consume the opponent's mental power. Very smart choice.
Empty a magazine, then fill the vacuum period of reloading with Fragrant Dream, and do a continuous firing relay.
The barrels of the two micro-flushed guns were both red from the beating, and the twelve boxes collected from the corpses were all emptied. The bolts were already overheated and misfired. If they continued firing like this, they would explode!
CC's fighting will was weakened by the continuous bullets. He was at the center of the storm, constantly using the power of the soul, but found that the gunsmith had no intention of ceasefire!
Doesn't this guy want to use his psychic powers at all? Want to have a head-to-head showdown with me?
If this continues, the [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm] given to me by Mr. Pellerini will not be of use at all!
It is indestructible! Infinitely powerful! As long as I can meet the gunsmith! This terrifying spiral power will shatter his body!
"damn it!"
CC, losing patience, needs to charge forward! To crush your inner demons!
After stepping through the mountains of corpses and blood of his brothers, he took heavy steps, suddenly jumped out of the storm, and jumped high towards the gate - the distance was not enough, so jump again!
Jiang Xueming's pupils shrank, obviously shocked by this little giant's jumping ability.
The slight rush in his hand was scrapped. Seeing the enemy breaking through the strong wind, like a sports car flying up the ramp, jumping straight towards his face, he calmly changed positions with Hunwei and asked for fragrance. Huanmeng goes to test the enemy's abilities.
"[Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm]!—Crush him!"
The fragrant and dreamy tiger whiskers were stirred by the raging wind, and it was difficult to open your eyes. He stood still and punched brazenly! We must take CC's self-sacrifice charge head-on!
A tall and heroic blue giant statue burst out from the body of this elite unit. It has two wings, eagle eyes and beak on its back, which looks very much like Horus in Egyptian mythology! When the iron fists of the two spirits came into contact, [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm]'s fist was chewed by the big steel cat with a bone-deep crack!
The collision between the spirits caused a pool of blood on the floor to stir up water. It was like a heavy stone hitting the blood, and the reflected Worthington jet could splash to the ceiling!
"How is that possible!" CC looked at this scene in disbelief! He felt that his internal organs were displaced, and he fell to the ground with a pale face. His throat felt sweet, and the blood spurted out was filled with broken respiratory tissue.
A powerful attack with the combined power of charge and soul power! Blocked!
Fenfang Huanmeng stood still, blocking his full blow! ?
Pellelini's soul power is by no means a match for Fragrant Fantasy, but its destructive power is very strong!
At the moment when the spirit body came into contact, in addition to the sonic boom and shock wave, Xueming only felt severe pain in his right arm——
——Fragrant Huanmeng’s iron fist was intact, but the steel armor on her arm was cracked inch by inch! There are many dark lacerations exposed from it, and the spiritual energy spilling out everywhere tells the story of the destructive power of [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm]. Its power transmission method is more like beating a cow across the mountain, with the fist in the center of the storm. There will be no damage, but the stronger and more powerful arm will be scrapped!
"This guy's spirit body is so powerful!" Fenfang Huanmeng gritted her teeth and cursed: "No wonder Hasbon lost to this bastard! It hurts me to death!"
"Hahahaha!" Seeing that the attack was effective, CC suddenly felt confident: "Hahahaha!"
He wanted to use his smile to bring confidence, to forcefully pull up this trembling body and awaken the will to fight again.
"They say the Nameless Doe is invincible! Are you really an insurmountable being? Gunsmith!"
"Now I prove it with my strength! God can bleed too!"
"My blood is boiling! Hahahaha! My blood is boiling!"
This once brave and enthusiastic red stone man still maintained his innocence after joining the camp of Crazy Butterfly.
He relaxed his muscles and climbed up neatly. When he saw the gunsmith with a pale face and covering his right arm, he suddenly felt a sense of security that he was winning. The self-healing ability of the blood-granting monster was far superior to these weak minds. As long as you continue to fight with him, continue to fight with your spirit body!
——The one who wins the final victory must be me, CC!
"Come back!" Xueming recalled his spirit body and wanted Fragrance Dream to merge with his spirit and body.
The big steel cat burrowed into Xueming's body and asked, "Is it really okay?"
Xueming shook her finger, asking the spirit to be calm and obedient.
"This guy doesn't have enough food and salt, he's just a piece of shit."
"If you don't come back, how can I activate your special ability? How can I bring him down?"
Hasband regained some consciousness. He wanted to say something, to remind the teacher to be careful, to talk some nonsense, to cheer up the teacher and add to the trouble.
Before he could speak——
——Xue Ming put on a fighting stance.
"Shut up! You are already dead! You are a dead person, so you shouldn't speak."
If CC were more clever and used Haspen as a hostage, this matter would become complicated and hard to explain.
At this moment, there was still one lucky person who was not dead. It seemed that he had just walked around hell and returned to the human world. Dave, the steward. He also wanted to say something, but his body did not allow it and he had already lost blood. Too much, and you no longer have the strength to move your Adam's apple and vocal cords.
CC waved his hand heroically and invited Jiang Xueming to a duel.
"Let the dead bury the dead. Since we have life, we should live and live happily."
"Of course, you have to live in my belly and become one with me."
