The gray fog behind the enemy became a little thinner, and Norentel found several black shadows in the shape of enemy corpses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Their clean-up and strafing just now also played a role, although it is not big, but the enemy who still has the ability to fight seems to be the only one left in front of them. Most of the people hiding in the cargo compartment have been seriously eroded by toxic substances, and their strength is also completely behind these people in front of him.

Mentally, those who hid already lost. So Norental had nothing to worry about about the remaining enemies. It's not that becoming a surgeon can change your life or life in an instant. The surgeon has a special circle of life for the surgeon, and there are various ideologies in it, just like the ordinary human world.

And surgery only provides an opportunity to change oneself better, and the various favorable conditions brought by surgical transformation to the body, as long as it is used reasonably, it is relatively easy to transform oneself into something else.

Norentel stared at the dozens of enemies who were not nervous at all, and the atmosphere on them was very casual, and they did not show the slightest mental fluctuation because of the difference in the number of people they were about to face. Norentel felt that these people were waiting for something, and these people were standing in a posture that was exactly what they were prepared for battle, but not now.

Something was wrong with it, Norental thought as he drew his shield from his back and held it in his hand. The team members behind him are also ready to fight, and can cooperate with the other team on the roof of the car to attack at any time. With the number of people they have, they can completely form a circle of those dozens of people.

At this point, Norentel finally knew where something was wrong in his own heart.

Among the dozens of people, he did not see the shadow of the female sniper. Although they were all wearing the same clothes and wearing the same face masks. But with the stage of Norentel's surgery, it is also possible to distinguish which people are women through subtle differences.

There was no female presence among them, and he didn't see the long sniper rifle. Behind them, in the gray mist that was completely dispersing, he looked up slightly, but he didn't see a shadow of any exact movement. The sniper was out of his field of vision.

Snipers should find a suitable hiding spot to cut into the battlefield and eliminate the enemy by using cold guns. Norentel has always thought so, and so has his definition of a sniper. But he couldn't fully control the female sniper's movements, and he was very uneasy. Even in the next second, when he drilled out of the bottom of the recolumn, his movements were deliberately slowed down. He was indeed afraid that as soon as he showed his head, a bullet flew from an unknown corner and burrowed into his head fluently.

The only weapon in the warehouse that could pierce the shield at any distance was the sniper rifle. The pistol in his hand, equipped with blue and silver bullets, could not penetrate this special bulletproof shield if the distance was not suitable because of the caliber.

Norrentel and the squad leaders behind him all stood in front of the reformation, shields and facing the enemy at a distance. The people on the retrain were also spread out on the roof of the car, and under the cover of shields, one by one the muskets showed the swarthy muzzles, and they also brought up two or three heavy machine guns, which were now being arranged in a hurry. The rest of the men leaned on the rails under the cover of the heavy steel wheels, and their guns were aimed at the enemy in front of them through the gap between the steel wheels.

Not understanding why the confrontation ensued, Norentel couldn't figure out the reason. He didn't care what the enemy was planning, as long as he put a bullet in the heads of all the people in front of him, no matter what plan or danger, he could disappear. The enemy cannot be given a chance to fight back again, because there is not much time on their side. Those people above don't care what the process looks like, they just need the result, a relist to leave on time, and then be able to arrive at the buyer on time and the result.

He fired first, and the sound of the blue-silver bullet exploding was like the explosion of a smaller caliber artillery, and the muzzle of the gun burst into a long bright flame in an instant. The bullet also exploded in the enemy's shield in the next moment, creating a dimple of flesh and blood.

And the moment he opened fire, the guns that were aimed at the enemy also spewed their own glimmer of fire, and the sound of bullet casings falling and hitting the roof of the heavy train, or the ground was completely drowned out by the roar of bullets.

A soft sound of "、、、、" reached everyone's ears at this time, it was the unique sound of something breaking through the air at an extremely fast speed, like the gentle friction of the wind pouring into the cave.

Coming from behind him, Norrentel's keen auditory system immediately judged the approximate source of the sound. He immediately turned his head and looked behind him, where the light came into his eyes. His body also stiffened at this moment.

The fire on the roof behind him had all stopped. When Norentel looked over, the first thing that came into his eyes was a transparent expansive ballistic line, about a dozen centimeters in diameter, which ran from the end of the retrain to the front of the car, and then burst into the dark tunnel in front of the car.

It was a modified special type of bullet, and its trajectory line pierced the roof of the car in a straight line in an instant, and the attacking formation spread out into a line like the necks and heads of the soldiers.

The force carried by the bullet is so great that even if it is not directly penetrated, the distance between these soldiers and the bullet is in the absolute danger range. Most of the people who were directly hit were smashed in the neck, and all of the people who were directly hit from the chest up were blown to pieces by the instantaneous cavity effect of the bullet.

A row of corpses fell down, with muskets and shields, neatly falling from the top of the train to the ground, as if they had been agreed. The neck was broken, and the blood that spurted into the air in an instant hit them right on their own bodies when they fell.

Norrentel breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the scene of blood splattering was slowed down many times by his excellent eyesight. Before he could emerge from this sight, he heard another screech that also pierced his eardrums. The sound came from under the car, and it was amplified a lot. The bullet's extreme speed and rotation swept the air, and the fine dust that fell from the rails was rolled up, and with the sound it slammed into front of him through the gap between the steel wheels.

The veins in Norrentel's forehead bulged completely, and in less than a few seconds, except for the shield-wielding squad leaders behind him, the rest of his men were all lined up and killed by two bullets.

At this time, when Norrentel turned his head, he finally saw a woman standing in the cargo compartment at the end of the recolumn. She held the sniper rifle in her hand that had completely turned its barrel into a red-hot state because of the special type of bullets fired. The sniper waved at Norentel as if to say hello.

"Deal with these people in front of you first!" Norentel turned his head, his pupils spread in an instant, ignoring the sniper, and slammed his shield directly into the enemy in front of him. The moment he got close to the enemy, he found a suitable position, and the muzzle of the pistol spewed a long string of flames against the shield, the shield was pierced, and the enemy behind him also looked in disbelief, and the width of the palm of his hand could not cover the hole that was blown open by the bullet.

"The natural cooling of the barrel of that sniper rifle is only a few seconds!Before that, deal with the person in front of you!" Norentel yelled, shield-wielding him and his squad leaders, completely in close combat with the enemy. The shield took the place of the firearm at this point, and even if it was a few centimeters thick, it could cut off the opponent by the swing of the great force of these people.