A pair of steely arms stretched out from the yellow sand in the crack, propped up on both sides of the crack, and the movement was gentle, quietly, the crystal yellow sand fell from his body, and a pair of tightly tied military shoes stepped lightly on the dry ground without making a sound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone in the hunting party was charging at the snipers on the roof in front of them, and they wore masks with two round lenses that filtered the light but narrowed their field of vision even further. Sometimes, the range of what the eye sees determines the length of one's life.

Kasia came out of the crack, and it was very uncomfortable inside, and the air circulation was too poor. He felt the vibrations of the steam locomotives in front of him early on, and it wasn't until he heard the gunfire signal that resounded over the entire station that he crept out.

Sure enough, just as he thought, his attention was drawn to Kara, and a smile of victory appeared under Kasia's dark mask.

He had six huge double-barreled shotguns that had already been loaded and loaded with ammunition hanging from his waist, and he took a few steps lightly, and the remaining hunting party of more than twenty people was still hunched behind the car one by one.

The sniper on the opposite side is so powerful that he can eat a bullet with a little head exposed. The bullets fired by the unaimed firebolts could not be suppressed by an effective net of fire, and they all risked their lives and cowered under the cover of the steam locomotive. They were being pressed and beaten by one person, and their bullets couldn't even wipe the clothes of the sniper on the other side.

What a hell of a thing! In the years since they had completely controlled this supply station, where had such a thing happened, and was there anything that could not be solved with a single bullet?

No, they hadn't really seen anything like it in years. Even if they were once surrounded by wolves in the desert, they didn't come back by the pieces of iron that spewed flames in their hands. This attack really hit them so hard that they couldn't raise their heads at all, and they didn't dare to raise their heads.

A lean, thin man could no longer bear the pressure on his head after firing the bullets in his firearm magazine, so he turned to his side, wanting to rest while reloading.

However, when he took out the magazine from the clothes bag on his side, he unexpectedly found that he had an extra pair of feet wearing black shoes in his sight. His brain circuits are a little slow, is there anyone who can stand at this time and not be killed by snipers?

His eyes went up the upper, and before his gaze touched the waist of the owner of the feet, the muzzles of two double-barreled shotguns with a caliber as thick as a baby's arm were facing his eyes, and the barrels of the guns seemed to be bottomless dry wells in the desert, without a trace of water, which meant that there was no life.

"Hello. He could hear the call of death coming from the darkness of the barrel.

The iron sand gushed out with a stream of highly compressed hot air, fanning forward, and the people hiding behind the steam locomotive were two or three in a pile, they were defenseless behind them, but Kasia was completely prepared, tilting the shotgun in his left and right hands, and the well-loaded shotgun hanging from his waist was drawn and fired, and the great recoil appeared in his steely arm without a trace of deviation.

"First round, five. ”

The fingers were released, and before the two shotguns could land, the second round of fire in Kasia's hand was ready again.

"Bang" "Bang"

The sound of the double-barreled shotgun was not very loud, on the contrary, in Kasia's feeling, it was a sudden release of the steam valve, and the high-pressure gas inside suddenly hit out in a large area.

The unsuspecting hunters finally noticed that there were still people standing behind them, but by the time they found that behind the dozens of steam locomotives lined up all the way, a dozen or so people had lost the ability to fight.

The large caliber of the shotgun meant that it was so powerful that Kasia didn't have to deliberately aim at all, as long as he saw the general direction, his finger could pull the pitch-black steel trigger without hesitation. The iron sand sputter also carried a little unextinguished gunpowder sparks, and the people hiding behind the car were completely exposed to the bombardment range of Kasia. The thick clothes on their bodies did not have the slightest defensive effect at all, and they were scattered over, and they were covered in a blur of flesh and blood.

Countless iron sand was embedded in the body, and unless the shotgun attack was brought a little closer, and a single shot could easily break the body of an adult male, the cause of death was excessive bleeding.

The ammunition in the last two shotguns was finally sprayed clean, and several people were all pushed out of the cover of the car under the impact of close range, and Kara's sniper rifle bullets also came at the same time, pouring into the heads of these people one by one.

"I see what else you have!" said the man of the hunting party with a fierce face.

The six double-barreled shotguns on Kasia's waist were all shot, and more than two dozen people fell to the bloody concrete floor, and the last two shotguns were used as throwing weapons. Even though there are twenty-four inhibition tubes in his body, Kasia's strength is still two-thirds of the normal level, that is, close to seven hundred catties.

The body of a shotgun comparable to an iron ball flew with a strong wind, and a muffled sound of bones breaking rang out. A man's chest collapsed completely from the blow, and his heart was slumped by a broken rib that had been inserted. The other person also reacted, and reluctantly raised the fire gun in his hand to resist, but he couldn't parry it under the huge force and was completely stunned.

Kasia crouched down at the right time, using the steam locomotive in front of him to dodge the bullets fired from the muzzle, and his body approached the two people who were still hiding behind the locomotive in front of him like a wolf, and he stretched out his arms as fast as lightning, this time without the spare strength in his hands as he did with a lean man. The steel fingers snapped their necks as they gripped their throats, and Cassia wasn't a lazy nap kitten still basking in the sun, it was a beast with fried fur and blood-stained claws.

"There are three people left. There was still sunshine in the voice, but it was a mournful sound ringing in the ears of the remaining three.

In just ten seconds, by the time they figured out what was going on in their brain circuits, there were only three of them left in the entire hunting team. Where the hell did the man with the black crow mask in front of them come from, they didn't think about it now.

The fire gun and pistol in his hand were still spitting flames, but they couldn't hit the man in front of him who was clutching the barrel of a shotgun as fast as the wind. His steps were too fast, and he ran like a shadow, and his irregular pace made all his bullets miss.

"Stop, stop. You can't let the bullets run out together!" At this time, someone finally remembered the experience of hunting all year round, and the intersection of fire could not be stopped, and the man in front of him could not be allowed to approach.

Some of them shuddered, not daring to imagine the terrible picture.

But they haven't gone through any special training, and their mental qualities are all trained in fighting with animals like sand wolves. After all, the sand wolf is just a ferocious beast, as much as the difference between the grains of sand under their feet and the desert compared to the endless malice carried by humans themselves.

Their arms were already tense in the smell of blood, but after all, they forgot the experience of capturing the sand wolf, and the bullets in the magazines of the three were finished at the same time.

It took at least a second or two to reload, and it took them to remove the magazine, and only then did they throw the cartridge casing from the revolver, and the gray hardwood butt of the double-barreled shotgun slashed sideways like a sharp sword.

The sound of crackling bones and cracking carried a person's neck into a crescent moon shape. The other two were frightened and crawled away from the man, and had just stepped out of their heads, covered by the steam locomotive, when two sniper bullets streaked through the air, with a whistling sound as clear as spring water, and had been waiting for them for a long time.

As a result, Kara and Kasia did not wait for the sun to come out, which was their complete plan.