Hiding two flights of stairs from the second floor, Lin Ming quietly listened to the gunshots coming from the upper floor.

"It's time. ”

He judged the timing from the lower gunfire than the previous ones.

"Prepare for a raid!"

made a "keep up with me" gesture to the people behind him, and Lin Ming was really the first to rush forward as he said before.

He was fast, and it wasn't until his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs that his earlier command was picked up by the 'soldiers' behind him.

"Rush!"

The first person raised what seemed to be a riot shield (standard for the Celestial Dynasty Chengguan) in his hand and shouted loudly.

He was the first to step on the stairs that Lin Ming had stepped on.

"Kill!"

Everyone roared, each with a shield or a gun rushed up, their roar and gunfire mixed together for a while full of the meaning of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

How long has it been since you've screamed so passionately and loudly?!

People who rushed into the flames of war inexplicably thought of this topic that had nothing to do with the battlefield.

……

But he said that Lin Ming's body was like the wind, and he knew how powerful the firepower network above was, and he had already transported most of his mental power to put on a shield for himself.

The other half of his mental power was poured into the Western-style heavy sword in his hand.

"Go!"

After turning the stairs twice, Lin Ming was only one flight of stairs away from the second floor, and the bullets were flying on the four walls of the stairs, as if fireworks had exploded here. Without hesitation, he threw the sword in his hand like a flying knife, mixed with the noisy sound of shooting and the sound of countless bullets hitting the metal wall, and Lin Ming's loud shout was completely negligible.

The heavy sword was unarmed, and the sheer force attached to the sword made it faster than the bullets fired by the heavy machine gun. Under the control of the telekinesis, it broke away from Lin Ming's hand and made a subtle arc at the corner of the stairs, and then flew diagonally upward.

The flying bullets sent a slight spark on the sword's body, but it could not interfere with its trajectory in the slightest.

The sword was out of his hand, and Lin Ming followed, and he was so low that he didn't have to face too many bullets at the same time.

"Hiss~!hiss~!"

The telekinetic shield 20 developed by Lin Ming is different from Mo Ye's rigid shield, perhaps due to his own spiritual power form, his latest 'developed' telekinetic shield is to release his own telekinesis around to form a defensive layer like a water ball. At this time, the bullets hit the shield as if they had entered a very dense liquid, and the force they carried was reduced layer by layer, and the trajectory began to deflect, and in the end, they either lost their momentum and landed, or were reversed and missed.

Such a technique is extremely rare for Lin Ming, who cannot perceive every bullet fired, and I don't know whose memory he got such inspiration for the use of telekinesis.

Maybe a master of tai chi?

Who knows, some of the people this guy has killed have never even met him.

(In the real world, a hospital bed opened a 'hot' 'mobile phone' and cried silently.) ）

Just as Lin Ming had only taken two steps, and his shield had only intercepted less than sixty bullets, the screams finally erupted from the second layer.

"Ahh

Even the continuous gunfire could not hide the series of screams, and even if the smoke obscured the vision of both sides, Lin Ming could imagine what kind of tragedy had befallen the machine gunners on the other side.

The heavy sword thrown by Lin Ming in advance was the same as the equipment of the earlier 'Axe Sister' and 'Brother Guan Dao', which is the black technology of the umbrella, and the sharpness and tenacity of that weapon are all bug-like storage.

It's just that there is no detailed description of the general weapon in the Umbrella database.

"Click!"

The gunfire was visibly weakened by the screams of the Heavy for a second, and the barrage density at this moment was only about half of what it was before the screams. Lin Ming, who was engrossed, keenly grasped this detail.

Due to the combined action of telekinesis and muscles, the bone joint made such a sound that seemed to be overwhelmed, and Lin Ming's right foot at this moment actually left a depression on the metal paved steps!

With this step, Lin Ming's whole person gained a strong driving force, and in an instant, he directly ignored the rain of bullets pouring down from the upper corridor, and the whole person turned into a hurricane and rushed out of the staircase.

It was only one or two seconds before and after Lin Ming threw his sword to he rushed out of the staircase, and in the middle of these two seconds, the shape on it had changed greatly!

The heavy saber with great power pierced through the smoke screen and through the bodies of the heavys standing in a row, the first row of the heavy died the worst, and the third row of the wounded who could scream.

Where is the 'flying sword' infused with half of Lin Ming's mental power?

But that's just an appetizer.

Blood splattered in the hallway facing the staircase, and the blood mist and the smoke screen at the staircase blurred the Heavy's vision.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was no longer a need for the order of the commander, who did not know whether he was alive at this time, and the man who was still holding the machine gun pulled the trigger desperately, those who were close to the machine gun pounced on the machine gun as fast as they could, and those who were far away from the machine gun raised their weapons that they could touch at the first time and fired wildly at the smoke screen.

This is really a well-trained army, and this kind of reaction speed is by no means comparable to those umbrella guards downstairs.

Or rather, they were the elite selected from among those guards.

"Dada~!"

The same gunshots were echoed from the smoke screen, but at this moment, the gunshots rang out in this level, and no one could tell how many people and how many guns were on the other side.

In fact, even how many people around them died under the "flying sword" just now, they can figure it out.

Blood splattered on their masks, the mask that was supposed to protect them from poison gas and bright light limited their vision.

There is no goal, the only goal is the smokescreen in front of you.

There are no instructions, the only instructions are to try not to accidentally injure your teammates with your bullets.

Shoot!

Shoot again!

Lose all calmly shoot!

Back off!

Back again!

Instinctively, it seems that after losing the machine gunner in the front row, there is no courage to fight the bloody battle behind the smoke screen.

But where can they retreat?

Or rather......

And how much time will they have to back off?

"Relief > time seems to have been slowed down countless times, so slow that every unloaded bullet crawls like a turtle crawling in the air.

It's the bullets and the Heavy and the Reserve Heavy that slow down.

Under this slowed down shot, as if in a movie, a figure broke through the smoke screen.

Slowly and quickly burst through the smoke screen, which was torn apart by the figure as if it were tearing through a rag under the slowed camera.

It was an Oriental man, who wore no mask or protective gear, and his outfit was no different from the usual attire of each of the umbrella guards.

And this is how he rushed out as if he had ignored the hail of bullets, and none of the bullets that had been fired from the chambers of the gatekeepers could hurt the man who had no protection.

In slow motion, the bullets either passed by the man or fell in front of him, and there seemed to be a strange force field around the man that no bullet could touch him.

"Ah......h

He was roaring, his mouth wide open, as if it were the price of moving in such slow motion at the most rapid pace, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Click......!"

In his left hand, he held a micro-punch, from which the shell continued to eject, and it roared with its owner.

The guards belonging to Klaus, who had been holding heavy machine guns at the smoke screen a moment ago, fell like wheat cutter.

When the gunfire stopped, there were only two people left alive.

"Whew~Whew~"

Lin Ming threw away the micro rush that had already been shot empty, and it could rest in peace after just completing the 60-person slash.

"Where did you come from?"

A guard with a broken leg and a large area of red bricks stained red with blood asked, his voice twitching as he struggled against the wall.

"Zheng!"

Pulling out the heavy sword stuck in the ground, Lin Ming walked quickly in front of him and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"You'll find out soon. ”

Lin Ming said to the guard, and then plunged a sword into his lower abdomen and pinned it to the ground.

Blood splashed Lin Ming's head and face, I don't know if he didn't have the strength to cover it or did it deliberately.

Bathed in the blood of the dead, he knelt in the pile of corpses with his sword in hand.

When the belated 'soldiers' finally arrived, this was all they saw

(l~1`x*>+``+