Blood and Bone Gang stronghold, at the stairway on the second floor.
Pushed steel tables, bar counters, and sofas were piled side by side in the corridor, forming a simple bunker.
More than a dozen members of the Blood and Bones gang were hiding behind bunkers, pouring bullets wildly towards the other end of the corridor.
The dense firepower network seemed to be fighting against the rioting herd of radioactive beasts.
Ninety-nine percent of the bullets were shooting into the air, but they didn't dare stop for a moment.
The opponent seemed to be a reaper of souls. Every time there was a vacuum of fire, fatal bullets would be fired from the darkness, taking away the companions around him.
No one wants to be the next, and only constant shooting can bring them a sense of security.
At the corner of the corridor, a bald man was changing the magazine and asked the man with dreadlocks wearing sunglasses next to him:
"Have you seen clearly which side they are from, the crow, the bomb or the industrial area?"
The man with dreadlocks leaning against the wall shook his head, "He's a stranger. I've never seen him before."
"Is it from the original wasteland?"
"It doesn't have the same style, but it looks like it comes from a big place."
After reloading, the bald man pointed the gun at the corridor. Most of the palm of his hand holding the gun was replaced with metal. The palm of his hand shook rapidly when shooting. After the bullet hit the ground, it accurately ricocheted into the activity room where the intruder was hiding.
After finishing the stroke, Baldhead spat.
"Which bastard provoked a monster that really wants to kill everyone. Where is the boss? Only the boss's shooting skills can fight against that monster."
"The boss called a Cowherd today. He is probably still working on something. Rabbit has already gone to call him. The people outside will be here soon. As long as you hold on for two minutes and attack from the front and back, even if you are a veteran on the other side, you will not be able to survive."
"Didn't you just say you just need to hold on for three minutes? Why are there still two minutes?"
The man with the dreadlocks shook his watch: "Because only one minute has passed."
The bald man looked at the ground covered with bullet casings and the bodies of seven or eight younger brothers on the ground.
"One minute is so long. Why is it that I usually think two and a half minutes is too fast?"
The man with the dreadlocks was about to say something when he suddenly frowned.
"Did you hear anything?"
"What's going on?" The bald man looked confused. His ears were filled with gunshots, almost deafening him. There was no other sound.
"Vibration sound, very high frequency."
"You mean the time is not enough, so we need props?"
"Minato, I mean..."
Before the man with the dreadlocks could get mad, the bald man saw the wall the man with the dreadlocks was leaning against suddenly collapse.
A high-speed vibrating mechanical claw penetrated the wall and grabbed the man with the dreadlocks against the wall.
Amidst the hum of high-speed vibration of the machine and the continuous low and muffled hum, liquid spewed out and splashed all over the bald head.
Mo Fan threw away the rag doll-like body of the man with dreadlocks, raised his gun and took away the confused bald man.
The aura of the two prosthetic bodies was as obvious as the lights in the dark. It was not easy to find them.
In the final analysis, a miscellaneous fish is a miscellaneous fish. It is a battlefield of life and death crisis. If you can relax and chat, who will die if you don't die?
The gunshots in the corridor fell silent instantly, and all the Blood and Bone Gang boys lost their fighting spirit as they watched Mo Fan kill the two leaders in the blink of an eye.
Several of the younger brothers who were so excited were so frightened that they woke up.
Everyone came out to work hard, not to risk their lives. The younger members of the Blood and Bone Gang didn't dare to continue to resist, so they threw away their guns and ran away.
Mo Fan didn't bother to hunt them down. The leaders with prosthetic bodies were his targets.
Of the five blood-and-bone ghosts, four of them stayed at the stronghold tonight. Three were killed, and there was only one cutie left.
Let him see, where is the last one?
Entering meditation, sensing the location of the spiritual power, I found that the last person was on the third floor, which should be the room of Blood and Bones.
Mo Fan was just about to go upstairs when he saw a black shadow flash outside the window and something jumped from above.
He ran to the window and saw a tall and thin man jumping down from a height of three floors. The man's legs didn't even shake when he jumped. He should have corresponding prosthetics installed on his legs.
"Agile enemies are a bit troublesome."
Mo Fan took off a rifle from his back and stood at the window aiming at the rabbit downstairs.
For an agile enemy who is on guard, the opponent won't give him too many chances, and he doesn't know if he can be killed with just one shot.
There is only one chance, wait for the target to run out to an open area, and kill it with one strike.
Rabbit seemed to be able to sense the killing intent coming from upstairs.
Although his legs were strengthened by prosthetics, he did not choose to escape with his legs. Instead, he first called some of the patrols who were staying outside.
I don't know what they were told, but they saw patrol members rushing into the stronghold with guns raised.
Rabbit followed the patrol members back to the stronghold, but instead of coming to Mo Fan to fight, he went straight to the underground garage and prepared to drive away.
Too bad.
Mo Fan spat so hard that even a mere passerby couldn't stand him.
He adjusted his face so that it was facing the direction of the stronghold's underground garage. When he heard the sound of an engine coming from below, he started sprinting.
Dayan's physical training method started, and his spiritual power poured into his legs, allowing him to sprint as fast as a sprinter, and he reached the end of the corridor in a few seconds.
He crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself, smashed the glass and rushed out of the stronghold.
Almost at the same time as him, in the garage below, a modified car covered in graffiti broke through the barrier and jumped out of the parking lot.
The rabbit in the driver's seat raised his head and looked at Mo Fan, who was falling in the air, through the windshield.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and they could clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.
Rabbit's face was full of fear, and Mo Fan's smile was so bright that it glowed.
Surprise motherfxxker!
boom!
Mo Fan fell like a cannonball, hitting the driver's seat of the car without any bias.
A punch that activated the power arm effect dented the entire roof of the car.
The rabbit is still in the car, but the unit has changed slightly, from one to a puddle.
After pulling out the mechanical arm from the car wreckage, he turned around and sat on the roof of the car, his eyes meeting the members of the Blood and Bone Gang in the hall.
The composition of the Blood and Bone Gang members in the hall is complex.
There were members who were scared out of their wits on the second floor and fled empty-handed; there were members who entered the stronghold to provide support, bumped into deserters and ran away together; there were also patrols who were fooled into the stronghold by a rabbit and watched the rabbit run towards the garage, and were in a state of shock and anger. member.
There are still more than 40 men left in the stronghold, but facing Mo Fan alone, no one dares to shoot.
Snap.
I don't know who started in the darkness. A gun was thrown to the ground and made a crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards came the sound of intensive gunfire.
They all came out to join society when they were in their teens, and the members of the Blood and Bone Gang all know the rules.
Mo Fan didn't need any advice. After throwing the gun, everyone lined up and stood against the wall.
Put your hands on your head and squat down facing the wall, emphasizing a well-trained and orderly attitude.
As a former killer, Mo Fan has a good habit of not liking meaningless killings.
Please, he charges for killing, the price is clearly marked, and each life is an astronomical figure.
Isn't it charity to kill people randomly?
Seeing that the members of the Blood Bone Gang were so polite, he didn't bother to embarrass them and waved his hand and said:
"Everyone get lost."
"Oh, let's get out of here."
"Thank you, boss. The cars in the garage are not locked. You can drive them as you please."
"The boss has swept away the Blood and Bone Gang. Are you planning to establish a new organization? Will the organization recruit people?"
…
After hearing that Mo Fan would not kill them, all the boys immediately became active.
He came out to fool around, his face was nothing, and the big boss in front of him single-handedly promoted the entire Blood and Bone Gang. The organization he established, not to mention unifying West City, at least wiped out Yefeng Town would not be a big problem.
If a boss wants to build an organization, he must not do it without his subordinates. Now is a good opportunity to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side.
Mo Fan was so upset by the noise that he fired two shots into the sky.
"Go away, go away, don't form a gang, don't accept people, just go away."
Seeing that Mo Fan was angry, all the younger brothers hurriedly lowered their heads and left. Only one person who was not afraid of death remained and continued to come closer.
"Boss, do you need help?"
Mo Fan took a deep breath and pointed the gun at his little brother's head, "You don't understand people, do you?"
The younger brother shivered and quickly pointed at the gun thrown on the floor.
"You misunderstood. What I meant was that it is difficult for you to move these things alone. Do you need help?"
Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "It's useless to have one more of you."
"I have a relative who owns a moving company and is always on call."
Mo Fan was a little moved, but he did not agree immediately. Instead, he said: "Want to use this method to touch my bottom?"
The younger brother shook his head crazily,
"Don't get me wrong. If you don't like people following you, I have a relative who runs a recycling bin. We can collect firearms and cars. We can trade them here. The price is absolutely fair."
