The dozen or so people were all from hooligan bandits, and the length of time they had been holding guns for some time had passed, but they themselves did not have the slightest sense of being gun-wielding. www.biquge.info Their posture is always hunched over, their hands drooping, and their eyes are damaged by alcohol and low-quality cigarettes. Whether it is a revolver or a rifle full of rivets, they polish the surface and then hang it on their waist or across their chests as a deterrent and decoration. It was supposed to be the fangs of the beasts.

They can use firearms, but they don't necessarily know how to kill people efficiently and quickly.

Especially now that things have come to this point, but their performance is all negative in Kara's eyes. Maybe it's because under the influence of Floss's power, a stable life has been lived for a long time.

Hard days may not be endured by many people to the end, but comfortable time can easily make people fall. Steel is poured with a basin of water, as long as the temperature is right, a day's work can climb up with red rust, and the rust of people's bodies and spirits is often faster than that.

They weren't the main armed force of Flos, but they were running over as a cover for the time being because of the lack of numbers.

In nearly a second, Kara's bullet sliced through the air in the space more than 3,000 meters long, spun and flew above the heads of the seventeen people.

They were still smoking cigarettes and talking.

A low trilling voice was heard, and at the same time, the head of a gunner sitting next to the heavy machine gun exploded, as if the pressure in his head was too strong, and the shards stained with black hair were scattered to the ground, and then the power of the bullet was not completely gone, and continued to bloom in the dirt behind him.

The sound of the sniper rifle firing certainly couldn't reach their ears, as the sound was already absorbed by the surrounding buildings when they were dozens of meters away from Kara's.

There was no reaction, no detection, maybe they didn't even think about it, or they never feared that this place would be attacked. The corpse fell to be covered by a bulletproof wall, and the remaining sixteen people were completely unaware of it, and their chattering and joking laughter completely drowned out the muffled tremor of bullets flying as they flew.

The drinkers continued to drink, and the smokers must have continued to smoke one sip at a time, and the smoke covered their faces. There were also a few people who were resting with their eyes closed, and they were holding a piece of clothing to cover their eyes, and they must have fallen asleep. That's what Kara thought to herself.

She didn't feel any turmoil because her attack was completely ignored by her prey. On another level, they are no prey at all. They're just toys when she's bored, just to let her hands, which have been unfamiliar for days, find the way they used to feel, and that's it. This is only the greatest value of those seventeen people in her eyes.

Bullets flew out continuously, tongues of fire erupted tens of centimeters long, and the smoke was immediately dispersed by the surrounding wind.

When the fifth person suddenly collapsed, someone reacted, but only in a reaction. Then, as if anticipating his movements, a bullet pierced precisely to the left of his fragile temple, then from the right, and struck a nearby pillar of wood, sending sawdust flying and exploding a large crater.

The rest of the people immediately panicked, but their fate, or the order of their performances, the script, the time of the performance, and the way the curtain ended, had been completely written by Kara dozens of seconds ago.

In the end, all of them did exactly what they had been given to perform, even though the play lasted less than forty or fifty seconds, and in Kara's eyes, it was a complete pantomime.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the curtain has fallen, and now it's time for the audience to move around freely.

Putting away the golden shells scattered on the ground, Kara quickly finished disassembling the sniper rifle. Then it was exactly the same as when she came, she carried a leather suitcase, the ducktongue hat on her head did not move, put on her inky eyes again, got up and did not forget to pat the dust on her body, stepped on a few centimeters of high heels and went downstairs, and once again became a charming cold girl who attracted the attention of passers-by.

By noon, the corpses lying in the base had lost their temperature, and the blood was clotting much faster than one might think.

At the entrance to the underground sewer, someone finally poked his head out again, and he cursed, and shouted why didn't you bring your lunch down, and stayed on it comfortably, and forgot all about business?

But there is no sound in the silent base, there is no "cicada" in the Gerun Oasis here, and there are very few ordinary insects, so even if it is in hot weather every day, it is not used to enliven the atmosphere and break the quiet cicada and insect calls that should not be there.

Half of his outstretched body stiffened there, and his head suddenly became a little dizzy as he looked at the people around him who were all lying in clotted blood. He quickly retracted his head, the news had to be reported to the bosses in the underground drains as soon as possible, and the arms smugglers had already called. Their primary target is not the firepower fortresses built by the underground tunnels, but the few entrance guards on the ground that have lost their real strength!

Sapir had a calm face, and the person standing respectfully in front of him could only lower his head as much as possible, and it was inappropriate to stand with his twisted body, because the intimidation emanating from the person sitting at the table in front of him made his heart palpitate.

As early as noon on the day the weapons workshop was looted, Floss had already gathered most of his men and hurried down the mine. Sapir was one of the few surgeries he had left in the underground waters, and one of the leaders of an armed trafficking ring now made up of a small elite and mostly idlers.

Floss told them to stall in the underground drains as long as they could, but in less than a day, things seemed to be starting to go in the direction they least wanted to see.

He went up to investigate the scene there, and then remained silent. It was also a surgeon, and seventeen people only used seventeen bullets, and the strength was definitely the strongest one, I don't know which side it was. But as long as he is an enemy, he will always be a person who will give people headaches and can't sleep. Like tonight, which was sure to be sleepless all night, although the hour hand on the mechanical watch was now pointing to two o'clock in the afternoon, he had already anticipated that there would be no time for him to sleep and rest in the underground sewers tonight.

"I didn't expect things to move so fast. Sapir waved the man in front of him down, and then turned on the radio array, which was a small, moving zero-type differential machine with their special frequencies already stored.

He inserted the code card, not one, but three cards combined. The radio was turned on, and two different voices were heard.

"Sapir, what's the matter?" said a normal male voice.

"What's wrong?" a confused female voice.

"I won't be in touch with you if nothing happens. Sapir said, pausing for a few seconds as the city's above-ground base was attacked. ”

"Sure enough, that's what happened. The woman's electronic voice sighed, and she said, "I already know because I happened to be at the scene of the attack." ”