"The snipers are in position. How is the situation on your side?"
Cross touched the in-ear micro walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 2 kilometers away from Textile Factory No. 17. Even a top sniper would not be able to hit every shot at this distance, but Cross could. He had a lot of adrenaline. , in terms of sniping, the farther away, the more accurate it is.
The time of the attack was not chosen at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, Textile Factory No. 17 was the territory of the Brotherhood, and they were more familiar with the terrain.
The cross was facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights were within his shooting range. This was the best position he had determined after many investigations. There were no sniper points around that could threaten him.
In the scope, the garbage truck drove across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory.
"No problem, the mice are already in place!" Firefox sat in the passenger seat and replied coldly.
"Be careful. It will take a lot of time for the rats to break into the textile factory. During this time, you will encounter a wave of fire. Try not to shoot. I will cover you in case you run out of ammunition later."
This is the style of the cross. If you can snipe, you won't masturbate. If you can masturbate, you won't engage in melee combat. If you can engage in melee combat, you won't BB.
"clear!"
After Firefox finished replying, he nodded to Wesley, who put the car in gear and reversed, slamming into the textile factory gate.
When the garbage truck appeared, the Brotherhood's killers noticed something strange, and many of them opened the small windows and looked down. Each of them is a killer, and they are very vigilant, but just because they are all killers, they never thought that anyone would take the initiative to attack here.
boom! ! !
The door of the textile factory was knocked open. The killers looked at the reckless garbage truck. Then they woke up from a dream. They picked up the tools in their hands and aimed downwards.
Wesley parked his car at the perfect spot, with the driver's seat stuck in the door and using the terrain for cover. From the city wall, there is a blind spot on the inside of the gate, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck cannot be penetrated by ordinary bullets.
Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window. At his command, dozens of fire points began to pour ammunition down below, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.
Suddenly, Sloan felt a twinge of death and fell to the ground without thinking.
A scream sounded from the top of the building, and the body fell down. When it passed the window, Sloan's face twitched. When the muffled sound of falling to the ground came out, it made him feel even colder.
"Damn cross!"
Sloan used the shadow of the wall to leave the dangerous window, located in the office on the third floor, which was the safest room in Textile Factory No. 17. He is the leader, responsible for conveying the instructions of the loom, not fighting the invaders with a gun.
Sloan thought about many things, but he did not expect that Cross would be bold enough to launch an attack. The contrast in numbers was too obvious, and no one who knew a little bit about addition and subtraction would make such a choice.
He recalled the members who were deployed on missions in order to expand the search area and find the cross. Now he regrets it a little and should have acted earlier.
Firefox pressed a button to open the enclosed compartment of the garbage truck, pushing all the thousands of rats out of the truck like taking out the garbage.
Because of the intensive gunfire, the rats were already screaming in fear, and immediately fled in all directions as they were pushed out of the car. The vast space did not make them feel at ease. On the contrary, the dark textile factory seemed extremely safe, so they ran away like crazy.
Looking at these rats, the Brotherhood's killers were a little uneasy, and a few of them, who were smart enough to know 'Pesticide', realized the danger of these rats and started shooting at them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
The cross's cheerful sniping begins. In the bullet time state, it is easy to snipe the figures on high walls or windows.
Realizing that the enemy had a sniper, the killers also took aim with their sniper rifles. But when they looked through the scope and saw the sniper two kilometers away, they were all frightened.
It's too far, beyond their reach!
Bang! Bang! Bang————
After a few more shots, no one dared to show their head again.
From the small door in the city wall, more than a dozen killers rushed out with guns. They wanted to kill Wesley on the garbage truck. Because of the protection of the high wall, there was no need to worry about being hit by sniper rifles.
The logic was very smooth, but within a few steps, he was forced back by grenades thrown by Firefox and Wesley, who were standing close to the crack of the door. After two explosions, this group of heroic hapless people were all seriously injured by shrapnel, and died in just a short time.
The explosion of grenades made the killers dare not move rashly, and the rats were even more stimulated, and they all ran into the textile factory.
Soon, curses and gunshots rang out in the textile factory. The rats were stimulated and ran around like crazy, spreading rapidly like a virus. If it were an ordinary mouse, it would naturally not cause the killers to change their expressions, but it was different with the mouse with a watch-shaped time bomb tied to its back.
More and more killers are getting involved in the eradication of rats. Rats are everywhere in every corner. With their large numbers, the killers begin to wail in despair.
Killing mice is not the same as dismantling bombs. Looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile factory became even more chaotic.
Time is too short to defuse the bomb!
Forced by the desire to survive, some people started to attack the door, but were blown back by Firefox and Wesley. The killers who fought back from the window were named one by one by crosses.
The unbreakable castle has now become a coffin with no way out. When they die, they can find a priest to bury them!
Time passed by, and Fire Fox listened to the desperate wailing in the textile factory, but there was no mercy in his eyes.
There were many people in the textile factory who were deceived by Sloan like her. They thought they were assassins of fate and fought to maintain world peace. Without their knowledge, they became Sloan's accomplices for profit.
To be fair, these people are innocent, they are just victims.
But Firefox's belief made her heart become extremely cold. These killers were innocent, and so were the people they killed. How many happy families have been torn apart, and how many children are crying in front of their parents' graves. These killers may not know it, but they are already sinners.
"time up!"
Firefox looked at his watch, and he and Wesley lay on the ground holding their heads at the same time.
boom! boom! boom! boom----
Intense explosions resounded throughout the textile factory, almost at the same time. All the glass was shattered in an instant, and screams and wails echoed in the smoke.
The textile factory became a hell on earth. The raised dust reduced visibility. Textile machine parts scattered by the explosion could be seen everywhere on the ground, but more of them were broken limbs and dark red blood stains.
The power of a watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile factory to such a tragic extent, but the special ingredients in peanut butter are different. The power of the explosion after being heated is not to be underestimated.
Those who were directly killed by the explosion were lucky, and did not have to bleed to death in pain. Those who were missing arms or legs, or had wooden thorns or metal parts stuck in their bodies, would be in dire straits. They were running out of time and couldn't wait for an ambulance. Even if they waited for an ambulance, they wouldn't be able to save so many wounded people.
"It's time to take action. The plan is going well. You must be careful next time. It will be difficult for me to provide cover for you."
Cross looked at the scope, a flash of pleasure flashed in his eyes. He still maintained his sniping action to prevent anyone from escaping from the textile factory. Based on his knowledge of the members of the Brotherhood, if someone really took advantage of the chaos to escape, it would most likely be Sloan.
"receive!"
Wesley replied, he took a deep breath, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he entered bullet time. But when he turned around, Fire Fox had already rushed out first, scaring him so much that he hurriedly followed.
The two men rushed from the direction of the door and jumped over the blown-out window. Their neural emission exceeded the limit of human beings. Their active thinking could quickly analyze the information obtained from various senses. Their brains would convey instructions as quickly as possible and kill all those who were still alive. A person with the ability to resist.
At the same time, Russell also broke in from the back door and made a plan to clear the textile factory, that is, the lobby on the first floor, from both front and back.
When Russell broke in, the enemies in front of him were blocking Wesley and Firefox. Looking at the figures with their backs to him, Russell threw the grenade and fell into the crowded area, while the rest picked up their M4A1 and started shooting.
Of course, before that, he also threw a flash bomb!
