Standing on the other side of the aisle, Natalie kept her body from being exposed to bullets that could burst out of the room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The same can be said of the Administrator, with his body straight, his heels slightly raised, and he is holding only a very ordinary pistol, but it cannot be denied that the pistol will become a killing weapon worthy of superior firepower in the hands of the Administrator. The face is still a blank face.

With a finger down, Natalie gave the order for the action to begin. The two people standing in front of the metal door pressed the trigger at the same time, and the fire gun equipped with the flame suppressor still spat out a long string of flames, which instantly illuminated the indifferent faces of everyone in the corridor. The platinum bullets completely shattered the lock of the metal door, and the lights placed on the gun were lit at the same time as the gun was fired. The two men were about to kick open the cracked metal door, and one foot was lifted up perfectly, and their bodies avoided both sides of the metal door, preventing themselves from entering the range of bullets that could be hit by the door when it was opened.

However, the people inside seemed to know their location very well, and two large holes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters appeared in the wall almost at the same time, brick and concrete chips, as well as some metal pipes and wiring buried inside, all exposed to the air filled with the smell of gunsmoke. And with it, there are two sputtered mixtures of human tissue, bright red. It was a body torn apart by a sniper bullet in an instant. The body that was broken into two knots fell to the ground with a "poof" in the eyes of more than a dozen pairs of people on the side.

"Shoot!" and Natalie's voice rang out at the same time as dozens of powerful firebolts. Forty-five rounds of ammunition in one magazine were poured out in an instant, and when the tongue of fire in the muzzle disappeared, the crisp sound of cartridge casings falling could be heard on the ground.

The Administrator acted at the same time as the ordinary members, but instead of shooting, he took advantage of the fact that their fire swept through the suppression, looked at the metal door, and threw an incendiary bomb into the crimson ballistic room, and the fiery red light suddenly traced the simple and rough outline inside.

Nobody! This is what the manager and Natalie saw at the same time, but the data on the machine next to it showed that the electrical regulation was still in this approximate range, moving only a small point.

"Ceasefire, advance!" Natalie said in a chilling voice, and the command was radioed to the ears of everyone surrounding the building.

Rows of bullet holes appeared in the wall, and ordinary personnel who had just finished replacing their magazines burst into the room.

There was nothing, the empty room was filled with only the pungent smell of Molotov cocktails, and a pile of tables, chairs, and wall materials shattered by bullets in the orange-red firelight. The beam quickly and controlled a scan-check of all locations in the room, except for the small kitchen that was at the bottom of the room. Just as he was about to pass, there was a voice outside.

"Get out of here!" Natalie's manager silently counted the time, he hadn't entered the room, and then suddenly said coldly to the people who were on guard inside.

Without thinking about it, although it was not Natalie's order, but in the face of the experience of the administrator, and the fact that it was still a second lieutenant level administrator, their bodies instinctively acted according to the instructions.

But as if something had gone wrong, more than ten seconds had passed since the orderly evacuation, and the entire building had become extremely quiet except for the burning sound of incendiary bombs. That is, nothing happened.

The data on the radio remained unchanged and stopped at a stable value. Something was silently waiting on both sides, and something was coming out of the silence. Pulsating hearts frantically transporting blood, heavy snorts greedily sucking in the smoke-laden air around them, experienced personnel patiently waiting for their prey's next move. She couldn't escape, because she had already been marked with a fatal mark.

More than a dozen people patiently ducked to the side, and the manager stood on the sidelines, his head sometimes deflecting unnaturally, and all the surrounding scenery was taken into view, which was then converted into electrical signals and sent into his head for processing. The young man who was the correspondent stood at the back, staring at the data on the instrument in his hand, and the fluctuations still only changed behind the decimal places. The subject did not move, just in the unexplored kitchen.

As we waited, the fuse-set steel-hulled bombs in the room exploded one after another, but the things that had been calculated by the management did not hurt anyone behind them. After several steel-hulled bombs exploded, the room fell silent again, but Natalie didn't rush in, she chose to wait a little longer. As long as there were radio detection instruments around, Kara's location was something that would be obvious to all of them.

"Two people, shoot through the bullet holes in the wall towards the kitchen!" Natalie commanded with a gesture, and the bullets of the fire gun spurted again. There were many craters on the wall of the small kitchen, and the not thick wall was immediately pierced by bullets, but through the bullet holes, what I saw was a black and blue thing, and the sound of bullets hitting it indicated that it was a very thick steel plate, and many sharp bullets had been embedded in it.

It was the steel plate that had been used as a bed board, and it did work, though Kara hadn't expected it when she moved it into the room.

The sound of bullets slamming was still heard on the plates, including the violent vibrations caused by the huge momentum on the bullets. I don't know why my location was found, but now is not the time to think about it. Kara must find a way to escape the encirclement.

You don't have to think about who the enemy is, just know that it must be someone in the family.

"The special operations team dispatched by the family is also divided into levels, the most common is a mix of surgeons and ordinary personnel, and at the advanced level, it is led and commanded by managers. I was able to adjust the fuse time of the steel-hulled bomb to that later, but I still guessed it. Kara sighed in her heart, thinking that she could use the steel-hulled bombs to consume the enemy's numbers, but the plan did not succeed, and her mind was guessed by the administrators. There were not many steel-hulled bombs, and there was the last one left in the hand, but that was used to disrupt the escape route.

The platinum bullets of ordinary firecrackers can't deal with this steel plate, and the next thing should be a sniper rifle. All sorts of information quickly passed through Kara's mind, and the steel plate that her body was leaning on was thick, and unless the caliber of the platinum bullet firearm was satisfied, or a sniper rifle was used, the steel plate could hold up in the bullet rain curtain for a long time.

But it's time to get out of here, I don't know what level of weapons and equipment the personnel sent by the family to encircle and suppress themselves are equipped with. But as long as it is an ordinary heavy sniper rifle, and it is equipped with ordinary platinum bullets, or ordinary bullets, the steel plate behind it will become as fragile as paper paste.

Kara has a pull ring around her, attached to a sturdy plank. Pull up the plank, and a passage appears underneath, narrow, but just big enough for Kara's body to pass through.

As soon as she jumped out of the passage, Kara's guessed sniper bullet arrived as if she had agreed with her. Dozens of gaps exploded in the steel plate in a matter of seconds, and bullets from the musket guns were poured in. The body with the crossed pupils spread out was agile, and Kara crawled quickly through the escape passage that had been scheduled very early. A few seconds later, the steel-hulled bomb exploded, and the entrance was completely destroyed.

Everything was as she had planned, and Kara kept counting the time, her own time, and the time when the enemy would chase after her, or surround her around the edge of the building. For such a guy who cherishes his life, it is impossible for Kara not to make careful preparations in his hiding place.

But this time, these elaborate preparations have lost their intended utility. When her location information is transformed into data all the time, she is like a mouse flying in a complex building, thinking that she can escape from the claws of the cat behind her, but she does not know that the reason why the cat has not acted for a long time is just waiting for her strength to dry up. Others also cherish their own lives, and when they can complete this mission without loss, Natalie doesn't want to see anyone die.

Although their lives have no value in Natalie's eyes, what is valuable is only her strong competitive mood.