Ling Yun put the Gatling gun on the window of the bus and touched little Diao Chan's head with his left hand, "Baby, are you afraid of bad guys?"
"As long as daddy is here, I'm not afraid of them," said little Diao Chan, shaking her little head, her two braids looking really cute.
"Why don't you get down," Lina stood at the door of the car.
Little Diao Chan puffed out her little mouth and hugged the Vulcan machine gun tightly with her little hands, "I want to fight bad guys with my father, aunt, will you come?"
"Of course I'm coming," Violet smiled slightly, ran to the car in three or two steps, glanced at Ling Yun, and set up the AWP sniper rifle.
Bang, the bus body shook violently, and Barrett opened fire first.
More than 100 good brothers died inexplicably, but Ling Yun was holding back his anger, and his ferocious face was full of anger.
A knight was carrying a huge shield, followed by a group of swordsmen. They planned to use the knight's cover to break through the smoke and forcefully enter the mall. But as soon as they reached the door, a bullet penetrated the shield, and a group of people came to make candied haws. , lying on the ground in a mess.
The knight only felt a huge momentum coming from his hand. He couldn't hold the shield and fell to the ground. There was another gunshot in the smoke. The bridge of the knight's nose blossomed and he flew backwards.
"Brothers, charge, the God of Death is inside. There are not many of them. Here is our chance to make a contribution," Young Master Long shouted. He hated Ling Yun so much that he wished he could rush up and devour him alive. "Kill the first one." There is a bonus of 200,000 for the person who is the God of Death,"
Under the temptation of money and fame, thousands of hostile players who have succeeded or failed are flocking to the mall like aphrodisiacs.
Da da da.
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The six barrels rotated rapidly, and the Vulcan machine gun finally went wild. The bullets sprayed out like water. The enemies at the front fell in pieces. In the tower, Xiao Diaochan directly rose to level 29. Now she can barely control it. This killing machine in your hand.
Ling Yun took out the Desert Storm, and Linna changed into the M4A1-S. The distance was very close, and the power of the assault rifle was better than that of the sniper rifle.
The three guns intertwined into a fire net. In the blink of an eye, more than 100 enemies were killed, and a thick layer of corpses was piled up at the entrance of the shopping mall.
But those guys were like crazy, still stepping on the corpses of their companions and rushing forward desperately.
"Withdraw," Ling Yun made a gesture and threw a flash bomb. The three of them simply couldn't stop so many enemies.
Although the Vulcan machine gun has powerful firepower, Xiao Diaochan must be extremely unfamiliar with its operation, and most of the bullets miss.
A dazzling light bloomed at the entrance of the shopping mall, and all the enemies suddenly became blind. They put away the Vulcan machine gun, and with the little Diao Chan under their arms, the three of them jumped out of the car.
Several figures poked out of the air, they were enemy assassins.
Chug tug tug.
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The silencer trembled rhythmically, sparks flashed, and immediately the three assassins were shot and fell to the ground.
Ling Yun put Desert Storm into Xiao Diao Chan's hand and took out Thunder Fury from his backpack, "Baby, hit me and fuck me to death."
Linna rolled her eyes at Ling Yun. Little Diao Chan was still young, so how could she educate a child like this? "Little Diao Chan, come here, auntie, give me a hug."
"No, I want to be with daddy," Xiao Diao Chan was clamped on Ling Yun's waist, holding Desert Storm like a grenade.
Boom, five assassins flew onto the shelves with blue smoke, making a loud clatter.
"Shoot at three points," Ling Yun hooked the barrel of the gun with the sharp edge of Thunder Fury, and Xiao Diao Chan cooperated and pulled the trigger.
Poof, the two assassins on the left who were preparing for a sneak attack were shot in the head and fell in a pool of blood.
"Grenade," Ling Yun roared, raising the head of the gun high with Thunder's Fury.
The blade was pulled up diagonally, click, click, and there was a muffled sound from Desert Storm. A grenade had already flown onto the guardrail on the second floor. With the roar of the explosion, four enemy sharpshooters fell from above.
"Be careful," Lina shouted, and two black shadows quickly came behind Ling Yun.
Turning sideways, one foot propped on the ground, the mall's floor was covered with smooth tiles, Ling Yun's body rotated 720 degrees, and the fury of thunder waved a cold light in the air.
The attack power of the Fury of Thunder cannot be resisted by ordinary leather and cloth-armored professions. Even if a knight comes in full armor, Ling Yun is confident that he can chop him into pieces.
A bloody gash more than a foot long appeared on the leather armor. The two assassins hurriedly took a few steps back to avoid the attack range of Thunder Fury, but Ling Yun was still holding a little Diao Chan in his arms.
Golden light flashed and five bullets sent them back to the resurrection point.
A large group of enemies rushed over from behind. Ling Yun waved his hand and the three of them disappeared into the shelves.
"Chase me," Young Master Long was so angry that he stomped on a box of canned beef under his feet until it was smashed to pieces.
The carefully laid trap was about to succeed. The God of Death was already surrounded by thousands of people, and the cooked duck just flew away. "The one next to Mara, I must make sure he can't escape from the mall,"
The three swordsmen walked carefully between the two rows of shelves, filled with various snacks that little girls loved.
Seeing the Grim Reaper crawling into the shelf, the three of them chased after him. At this time, they were both excited and nervous.
If they can kill the God of Death, each of them can get a sizable bonus. The most exciting thing is that kind of reputation. They don't have to worry about their future positions in the guild, and beautiful women throw themselves into their arms...
In fact, every player has the same mentality, but the reality is always cruel.
Ling Yun lay down behind the shelf on the second floor and stretched out the barrel of his gun. The AWM and PM sniper rifles locked onto the three swordsmen below.
This place was so hidden that you couldn't find it unless you looked carefully. The reason why he didn't use Barrett was because the loud gunshots would only cause more trouble.
The crosshair slowly moved to the head of a swordsman. This guy actually didn't have a helmet.
Poof, the bullet came out, a golden light flashed in the air, blood splattered on the guy's head, and there was a dark bullet hole.
The two guys beside him subconsciously bent down, and bang, bang, bang, bullets passed through the shelves, and melon seeds and potato chips were scattered in the air.
Another corpse fell to the ground, blood gurgling from the back, turning a large area of the floor red.
The three swordsmen who were alive and kicking a moment ago were now left with a cripple.
The guy stuck his butt out, kicked his legs around, and hid in a panic.
At this time, a dagger quietly stretched out from behind the shelf, and with lightning speed, it was inserted into his back. With a twist, another dagger climbed up to his throat.
Blood flowers bloomed, and Xiaobao appeared from behind the shelf, wiped blood stains on the body, picked up a gold-level shoe on the ground, and disappeared into the air.
Turning the sniper's muzzle, two little elemental masters were looking at the door. The bullets flew away, and the blood dyed the white mage robes red.