"Lie down!!"

Zhuang Xuteng shouted - just as a blue ghost energy bomb flew out of the clouds and mist. The energy bomb was fast and fierce, flying in an almost straight line, indicating that it gave up tracking and increased its flight speed.

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The floating smoke provided a good cover for Zhuang Xuteng and Doyle's attack, but it also blocked part of their sight. Some people hid and carried out sneak attacks, even giving up the tracking ability of the shadow follower gun, and started shooting when they had a rough outline.

, this also exceeded Zhuang Xuteng’s detection ability. It was already a little late when he warned him. Although Doyle relied on the ability trained in the battlefield and black boxing competition to make a little reaction, his body fell backward.

trend, but was still shot in the left chest.

Doyle fell down, red spread across his chest, and his strong body trembled for a few times before quickly calming down. Zhuang Xuteng gritted his back teeth, first found a bunker to hide himself, then put away his shield and took out his pump-action shotgun.

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This is not a period of corporate war, and Zhuang Xuteng is not a medic. If he went to check Doyle's injury, the gangsters on the opposite side would definitely not "carry forward a battlefield-style ceasefire", but would definitely concentrate fire and kill him. The gang did not continue to attack

Doyle wanted to make Zhuang Xuteng unsure about Doyle's life and death, so that he could preserve hope, and seduced him to check on the wounded and expose his location.

On the other hand, if Zhuang Xuteng does not move for a period of time, they will definitely add a few more shots to eliminate all accidents and possibilities for Doyle's survival.

Without experience in corporate wars, Zhuang Xuteng could figure out the various stakes involved only by relying on calm and quick analysis. It's like playing chess, calculate early and win later, calculate more and win less; the same applies here.

Rules of the battlefield: Even if the side with stronger firepower is not guaranteed to win, it will at least have the initiative.

With his back against the truck compartment, Zhuang Xuteng threw a shock bomb from above his head in the direction of the enemy, counted for two seconds, and then another one. At this time, he came out from the back of the truck. He held the shotgun and fired at the enemy closest to him.

Fire. Bang! Raindrop-like projectiles cover one surface, shattering display windows, flower pots, shelves and the enemies hidden behind the shelves.

Someone shouted to expose Zhuang Xuteng's position, someone leaned out half of the body from behind the bunker, raised his finger to aim, and the first shock bomb exploded at this time. A violent flash and diffuse black shock energy shrouded from the air, slightly farther away

The enemies everywhere - even if they were still protected by bunkers - were more or less affected by the shock bombs, their movements were stagnant, and Zhuang Xuteng took two steps forward.

Continuous firing of the shadow gun is very taxing on the body, so everyone has the awareness to fire one shot to gain victory, and then immediately hide and look for the opportunity for the next shot. They believe that Zhuang Xuteng is also in this rhythm, and those who can still attack

The people took advantage of this time period to threaten them from all angles, trying to form a double-team. At this moment, the second shock bomb thrown with delay exploded in almost the same area of ​​the air.

Zhuang Xuteng was standing on the edge of the shock zone, and he would be affected even if he took one more step. With the cover of the second shock bomb, Zhuang Xuteng suddenly rushed forward and fired his pump-action shotgun continuously. He could remember everyone with just one glance.

position, super-calculated martial arts and three flashes combined with his brain to plan the shooting sequence in the shortest time, so that the muzzle can move from one target to another in the shortest distance and in the fastest time.

The chemical flames drove the metal, and the projectiles flew in the narrow gap between the trucks and the vast ground of the parking lot. Bang bang bang bang... Zhuang Xuteng did not stop moving, shooting, or killing.

In a few seconds,

Fighting from one end of the battlefield to the other, a full distance of forty meters, a total of twenty-seven shots were fired. The muzzle of the shotgun was hot and red and smoking, and the ground was red and bleeding. Either stand with the shotgun in hand,

Either lie on the ground and die or wait to die.

A black round cake flew toward Zhuang Xuteng, and a large transparent hand flew towards the round cake. The difference between landmines and grenades is that "it does not explode if it is not touched." If it were a grenade, Zhuang Xuteng would have to consider exploding in the air.

The danger. As for the landmines... the hand transformed into the spirit servant grabbed the round cake in the air. Although its power could not throw it back, it could pull it away and throw it in a direction that would not threaten Zhuang Xuteng.

The blue ghost energy bomb followed the mine and was projected towards it. This time Zhuang Xuteng saw its source clearly. A wretched man was hiding inside the building, hiding in the shadows and shooting out. Zhuang Xuteng held the gun in his right hand and his left hand.

Using the bone spear technique, he just raised his wrist and fired a backhand shot, firing out continuous energy. The two energy bombs collided in the air and turned into a dazzling flash of light.

Do you think there is only one shot? Zhuang Xuteng knew that the shotgun would not be effective as soon as he saw the enemy's position. Although there were many projectiles, they could not break the wall. So he let go of his right hand, let the gun fall and grabbed it with his left hand, and at the same time activated the bones in his right hand.

Spear gun, aimed at enemies in the shadows, firing tracking bullets.

The gray ghost energy bomb was about to be shot through the glass window on the right side. The man dodged to the left and jumped out of the glass window on the left side. The glass he smashed flew in the air, and the sharp fragments scratched

His clothes and hat revealed the purple skin underneath - that was a purple-skinned man.

Zhuang Xuteng took a deep breath, raised the gun with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and fired continuously! This shotgun from another world roared and continuously fired out a torrential rain of projectiles. After thirteen more rounds,

Shotguns decompose into iron filings, slag and red-hot powder.

The purple-skinned man tried hard to dodge, but it was not that easy to dodge from the blows. It was still full of projectiles and had many holes. His clothes had turned into pieces, and the purple body had to be exposed to the naked eye.

, and there are many "transparencies".

Although it could no longer stand firm, the purple-skinned man still did not fall. There was no blood flowing from its holes, and there was no sense of pain or defeat in its eyes. It still staggered and raised its hand towards Zhuang Xuteng, trying to launch a shadow follower.

Energy bombs.

Zhuang Xuteng did not move. He could see more clearly than the purple-skinned man. He noticed that the finger holding the shadow slave gun had been broken and would fall from his palm before firing. The purple-skinned man did not fire the gun, but Zhuang Xuteng

There was also something unexpected: just as he was thinking about how to safely terminate this purple-skinned man, another identical purple-skinned man came out of the building.

"How many are there? If there's another one, I'll really run away!" Zhuang Xuteng spat on the ground. He stared at the intact purple-skinned man and the broken purple-skinned man, then he clenched his fists and twisted his waist with both hands.

, move your legs and feet, and be prepared for melee combat.

The damage of the shadow gun to this guy is a little low, and of course the fist is useless. Zhuang Xuteng squeezed his waist with both hands not to show off, but to unbuckle the pocket on the back of his belt so that he can take out the palm fire faster. In addition, he

Also waiting for the footsteps behind me.

"You are not outnumbered, we are here!" Doyle and four old men ran over and stood side by side with Zhuang Xuteng.

"Is it okay to be hit in the heart?" Zhuang Xuteng asked with a smile.

"I have a habit of carrying a hip flask in my breast pocket, which contains strong alcohol mixed with painkillers - it broke me directly. It hurt, it really hurt! I couldn't catch my breath, and I was really stunned.

It's over." Doyle rubbed his chest, still grinning. "Naike, you rushed so hard, but leave the rest to us!"

"Don't be impulsive, listen to me: these two guys are very powerful, the level of the company's business development department. The five of you try to hang on to the intact one, I will deal with the broken one as soon as possible, and then come over to help you. Don't bother to use the shadow to follow

If you have a gun, they won't be afraid unless you put it to the head and shoot it."

"That means I'm not afraid of fists anymore... Where's the knife?" Doyle asked.

"They're super strong."

"Then work harder!" Doyle said: "Old guys, this guy thinks that the five of us can't do it one by one as fast as he can do it one by one! MD, open his eyes!"

The five old men charged, and Zhuang Xuteng also charged forward at the same time. The purple-skinned men were all operated from a distance. They did not have any emotions themselves, and the remote operators did not have to worry about their own safety, but their operating mentality would always be affected a little.

Especially the operator of the broken purple-skinned man. His previous action of raising his pistol and preparing to shoot revealed a problem: he did not fully grasp the purple-skinned man's own injuries. After all, it was not his own body, and he probably blocked a lot of pain and pain.

In terms of touch, he doesn't know what kind of movements are safe or how to exert force effectively.

Zhuang Xuteng's situation is exactly the opposite of that of the purple-skinned man. In the three-dodge state, his perception of himself and the surrounding environment has been improved. This is the confidence that he dares to fight hand-to-hand even when his speed cannot keep up and his strength cannot match.

.Zhuang Xuteng’s first hand

Holding a knife and a shield in one hand, he kept his feet on his feet and kept feinting, walking around the disabled purple-skinned man. When the purple-skinned man took a step forward, Zhuang Xuteng took a half-step to the side. Even though it was half a step shorter, the purple-skinned man had to turn around and think.

, pursuit, this half-step advantage will be consumed again.

One-on-one, Zhuang Xuteng kept up with the rhythm of the purple-skinned man, and even had a surplus. His three flashes became more and more calm, and he felt the threshold of four flashes more and more clearly. The power was like the wind, blowing him

skin, massaging his muscles, as if there were countless things to say to him...

However, it was too late to say anything. Zhuang Xuteng took out the fire in his palm while dodging and moving, and pulled the ring with the little finger of his right hand. With the help of the shield, his left hand took advantage of a block to stuff it into the hole in the purple-skinned man's body. It took ten seconds.

Upon arrival, the thermite exploded, a dazzling white flame and a large amount of smoke engulfed the purple-skinned human body.

It was generated internally, melting inward and rising at the same time. Soon, white light carrying a lot of light and heat emerged from the purple-skinned man's nostrils, eyes and ears. The top of its head first turned red, and then was burned through, and its skull became

The fuel and signal receiving antenna collapsed, and the entire head became a flaming bowl.

Zhuang Xuteng kicked the purple-skinned man over to let the heat find another direction, preferably to burn it thoroughly. Without stopping, he turned to the intact purple-skinned man. Only Doyle and an old man with a broken arm were left there.

Three are dead.
Chapter completed!