The textile factory was blown to pieces by a suicide attack launched by rats. Although the main building was intact and the load-bearing walls said it could still hold up, the wires and network cables were all broken. The empty factory building had no lighting and was shrouded in dust. , even people five meters away can’t be seen clearly.
The killers who are still alive are like frightened birds at this moment, their ears are ringing with painful moans, and their gray-headed faces are full of horror, no different from ordinary people.
Firefox and Wesley rushed in from the window. After getting a little familiar with the surrounding environment, they fired continuously. Their precise shooting skills took away the lives of a dozen killers in an instant.
The killers in the factory began to fight back, using looms as cover, and soon formed a line of defense.
The two sides began to exchange fire!
Wesley leaned against the concrete pillar, his heart racing at more than 400 beats per minute. The intensive gunfire made him lose his sense of proportion, but instead provided him with accurate positioning.
There are still a lot of killers, and as long as they still hold guns in their hands, they are deadly existences that cannot be ignored, but Wesley is not panicked at all. The gap between these people and him is so big that in slow motion, neither party is there. a frequency.
Wesley flicked his arm, and a bullet flew out in an arc, hitting a killer hiding behind the loom. The Fire Fox next to him was no less impressive. He held a gun with both hands and fired his bow left and right. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he took out a grenade and threw it against the ground.
boom!
After the screams, the killers who tried to step forward retreated.
After all, the killer is a killer, and he is used to being alone. We cannot expect them to make tacit tactical cooperation. If they are given the opportunity to assassinate one by one, they can kill a platoon of special forces. But if the two sides confront each other and have a head-on conflict, they will He was beaten so hard that he didn't even have a chance to call daddy.
Sometimes, the number of people cannot be regarded as the basis for victory or defeat!
The repairman was panting and lying next to the loom. Although his posture was awkward, he had to do so in order to save his life. The two intruders were heavily armed and dressed like SWAT police, but the repairman recognized one of them as Wesley at a glance, and the other one was 80% likely to be Firefox.
The repairman didn't understand why Firefox would betray the Brotherhood, but now was not the time to think about that. He knew very well that both of them had the ability to shoot in an arc, so he didn't show up and shoot rashly.
The repairman adjusted the revolver in his hand, looked at the corpses around him, and began to consider the feasibility of surviving. At this moment, a tinkling sound rolled down in front of his face, and he just glanced at it and froze.
Grenade!
"Shit!"
These two words are the repairman's last words. He survived a grenade explosion in the face. That is the treatment of the protagonist and the villain. He is just a minor supporting character with a few lines, and he received a lunch on the spot.
The sudden explosion woke up the others. There were many people in the area where the repairman had just been lying down. A grenade hit and almost wiped out the group. Those who survived also lost the ability to continue fighting.
Just when the killers were wondering where the grenade came from, another flash bomb appeared in their sights...
boom! ! !
Because of the dust and the huge space in the long hair, the power of the flash bomb explosion was reduced, but it was enough to blind their dog eyes.
The killers fell down in pain holding their heads, with snot and tears flowing all over the floor. Their ears were temporarily deafened, and they all lost their ability to resist.
Russell strode out with the M4A1 in his arms and fired back and forth at the killers rolling on the ground. There was no need to aim, just pull the trigger until the magazine was empty.
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter---
After emptying the magazine, Russell waved to Wesley, who was looking over there. Suddenly, the alarm bell rang in his heart, and the danger prediction that was about to evolve into a skill reminded him that there was someone behind him.
Without thinking, Russell fell to the ground, only to hear a gunshot and bullets flying over his head.
A killer who was shot in the leg was lucky enough to escape a barrage of grenades and flash-bang grenades because the cat was in the corner.
The moment Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington M870 behind him. After a gunshot, the lucky killer was blown away.
Being hit by a shotgun, there is no possibility of survival, no matter how thick the body armor is!
Russell didn't even need to refill his gun. He dusted himself off and gestured to Wesley again. The killers in the factory have been almost eliminated. Next, it's time to go to the second and third floors. It's like clearing a level and fighting a BOSS. Sloan is in an office at the end of the third floor.
As for the top floor, it was the room where the Loom of Destiny was placed. The entire floor was used to display the loom, and no one else was allowed to enter except with Sloane's permission.
Wesley was about to meet Russell, but before he could turn around, Firefox walked along the stairs beside him to the second floor. Wesley decisively ignored Russell, his body was very honest, and he followed him according to his will.
Russell: "..."
The second floor was the dining hall, dormitories and other areas. The damage caused by the rat bombs was very low. Russell estimated that there were many killers lurking inside.
Sure enough, after Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, a fierce exchange of fire broke out instantly.
The killers are led by the Gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood, who is the most proficient with guns among all the killers. Play here refers to modification. Firefox’s modified M1911 pistol was made by him. Whenever someone in the brotherhood made a request, the gunsmith could complete it and modify the pistol to their satisfaction.
The gunsmith is very knowledgeable in this area. He is familiar with the performance of all guns, especially pistols. This cannot be achieved by hard work. It can be called a gift.
God is fair. If he opens a window, he will weld the door shut. Therefore, the gunsmith is great with pistols, but his talent in shooting is mediocre.
The gunsmith's favorite pistol is the M1911 pistol, and I also use a modified version with a muzzle device and a scope to make up for his lack of shooting talent.
When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group of people on the second floor to wait for the intruders to arrive.
Facing the semi-automatic firepower of the killers, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to fight back with small pistols. Submachine guns came in handy. In the narrow corridor on the second floor, submachine guns were king.
Russell followed the stairs to the second floor, listened to the fierce gunfire, and decisively went to the third floor. He believed that Wesley and Firefox could handle each other, so he would not cause trouble.
On the way to the third floor, Russell took the time to look at the system interface. He just heard a 'ding', but he just didn't have time to look at it.
The system informed him that he had come into contact with the plot character 'Fixman', which triggered the lottery and gave him a chance to draw.
"What a good luck, but when did I contact the repairman?"
Russell has no impression and has not opened the lottery. Currently, he still has a character card of Wesley and a 'Bullet Time' skill card. Coupled with sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, it is enough to cope with the coming battle. .
The demise of the Brotherhood is a foregone conclusion, and there is no chance to stand up when the rats charge. Russell only needs to kill Sloan to complete the task. He is convinced that he can complete this task.
"I'm on the third floor. Be careful not to let Sloan escape. If you find him, don't shoot. Leave it to me!"
This was said to the cross. Russell was afraid that Sloan would run away and be sniped, and then his work would be in vain.
Cross reminded: "Be careful. Although the old guy is old and his strength has declined a lot, he still has the ability to shoot in an arc."
"An old man who is notorious for sexual harassment, has been in prison for forty years, and almost went to the bottom of the cell, what is there to be afraid of!" Russell said ridiculing words that only he could understand.
"What!?"
"I mean, as long as he doesn't guest star as God, everything is fine!"
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