Although the battle downstairs was much calmer than that upstairs, the killing aura was not weaker than upstairs at all, and even ten times stronger.

And the fat people upstairs also sensed the unusual nature of things from the weakening gunfire of the other party. Their minds don't seem to be on their own, but downstairs.

And, Brother Fan, it's downstairs now.

The fat man exchanged opinions with everyone, and after knowing the truth of the matter, he couldn't help but sweat for Mo Feifei downstairs. But they couldn't do anything for Mo Feifei, because as long as they dared to get out of the bunker, they would be attacked by Ruan Zhihui's men on the second floor and wiped out.

They could only secretly pray to Heaven for his blessing and that he would be safe.

On the first floor, the "cat and mouse" game downstairs continues.

As for who is the rat and who is the cat, it depends on who has the means and who is more capable of holding the other between the metacarpal bones.

Let's say that the two masters on the left and the right are approaching that side with a short body at first, and the AK47 is in their hands.

After some distance, the guy in their hands was replaced by a lighter Browning pistol, and the whole person was lying on the ground, almost moving forward against the grass.

They move slowly and cautiously enough, and their ears stand up, so that the slightest hint of movement should not be hidden from their ears.

At this time, Mo is extraordinary, and he can also feel that danger is approaching.

It's just that he can't take his head, because as soon as he does, he will be shot on the spot by the tall man in front of him.

But he can't sit still, because there will always be a time when these two people will get closer. And judging from the other party's crawling movements, these two people are also masters, so Mo Feifei can't be lazy, and he must be up to twelve points.

Now, it is time to test people's psychological quality and on-the-spot reactions.

The shadow of death hung over everyone's hearts, and the invisible pressure was about to drive people crazy, to break their tense nerves.

Mo Feifei quietly took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and threw it out.

Sou!

The man on the left felt black in front of him, quickly turned his mouth and opened fire.

I only heard a snap, and Mo Feifei's zippo lighter, which cost more than 500 yuan, was torn apart by the bullet of the Browning pistol. In this environment, an object thrown in mid-air during a shot is not difficult to see how high this person's marksmanship is.

However, high marksmanship does not mean high IQ.

When the killer reacted, he suddenly shouted: "Not good! Hit the plan. As soon as the words fell, he wanted to dodge.

However, the elusive Mo Feifei has already done it.

His figure flashed, and the Black Star pistol in his hand suddenly sounded the trigger.

Syllable!

This Black Star pistol, captured from the enemy, did not make much noise, and compared with the domineering and famous Browning, it was really a bit unacceptable.

However, this does not affect its practicality. Moreover, whether you can kill people or not depends on the person with the gun, not the quality of the gun.

As the words fell, a bullet from a black star pierced through the left eye of the elite killer and came out of the back of his head. I saw that his tiger body was shocked, and of course he fell to the ground, and the whole person was no longer breathless.

A fierce and domineering shot!

The tall man who heard the movement and another ace killer reacted quickly and fired in the direction where the gunshots came. Mo Feifei shot back while rolling on the spot, trying to escape the other party's sniper.

"M's, big brother, he killed Lao Jin." The surviving ace killer is simply going crazy and chasing him all the way.

"Don't." The tall man was shocked for a while, this is also an old man, how can he be so impulsive. In order to avoid accidents, the tall man quickly left cover and moved closer to the ace killer.

Smack!

Click!

There was a crackling sound, and two bullets hit the killer's vital parts, one in the throat and the other in the heart.

Needless to say, these two positions were hit, and even the Da Luo Immortal couldn't save them.

And the click sound is the sound of the firing pin in the chamber of Mo Fei's gun, which means that he is out of bullets.

This tall man was furious, and the other party killed his two gold medal fighters in a row, which was really a crime that deserved death. However, he had to thank the two dead companions for finally giving him a chance.

He didn't even think about it, with red eyes, he held the AK47 and fired at the front, and then when the bullet was empty, he didn't care whether he hit or not, he directly changed into a pistol and rushed forward.

This time, Mo's extraordinary luck was not good.

said that it was good, because the round of strafing just now did not hit his vital point, but only made him scratch a little skin.

It's hard to say, it's because the other party's speed is too fast, and Mo Feifei doesn't have time to change guns or magazines at all.

Swish!

The tall man came to Mo Feifei while speaking, and the other party didn't say a word, and shot at the latter.

Not to mention, Mo Feifei is the king of soldiers among the king of soldiers, and the speed of his reaction is also extremely fast. Although he had no bullets in the chamber, the empty gun could be used.

He didn't even think about it, and his body subconsciously moved. I saw him grit his teeth and throw the empty gun out.

The Black Star pistol, made of stainless steel, is extremely heavy. This smash hit the chamber of the opponent's gun. Because of the external force, the muzzle of the gun was deflected downward, and the bullet did not hit Mo's extraordinary body, passing between his legs. In addition, Browning, who was in the hands of the tall man, was also knocked aside.

Fortunately, the bullet did not go up another twenty centimeters, otherwise Mo Feifei would have become Mo Gonggong.

Now, both of them are bare-handed.

The tall man and Mo Feifei took two or three steps back, stood four or five meters away, and glanced at each other. Instead of being angry, the former was very proud, looking pretentious: "Your marksmanship is good, but I don't know how good your skills are?" (Vietnam)

The corners of Mo Feifei's mouth were raised, his eyes were shining, and two deep dimples were exposed: "What, do you want to understand it?" (Vietnam)

The tall man clenched his fists, and his eyes burst out with a gaze as sharp as a falcon. He sneered, "Of course." That's fine, if I shoot you, it's too boring, I'm going to tear down your bones piece by piece. (Vietnam)

Mo Feifei sneered: "You don't seem to be a person of many words. (Vietnam)

Tall man: "But for a man who is dying, I am still willing to say a few more words." (Vietnam)

Mo Feifei: "If I were you, I wouldn't do this, because it's embarrassing for a person to say it and not do it." ”

Tall man: "I think you're looking for death!" ”

(End of chapter)