The sound of clattering gunfire filled the entire hall, and the people of the Spark Alliance tried to keep their bodies as low as possible, and roll after roll of machine gun bullets were surrounded by the vanguard troops. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Haven't they come up yet?" shouted the commander's walkie-talkie over the vanguard, in which direction.

On the other side of the walkie-talkie, there is a rear battlefield full of chaos and disorder, I don't know who and where to talk to the commander, just hold out a "no" word, was interrupted by a speeding bullet, the person over there paused, there was no hoarse voice just now, replaced by a younger voice, you can hear him pick up the walkie-talkie, you can hear the sound of his breath exhaling, you can hear his unsteady breathing, holding the walkie-talkie, a hurried tone, "grenade gun, they took the ......"

Before the words were finished, a deafening sound came from the other end of the walkie-talkie and the outside of the medical bureau, through the ruins and broken walls, you can see from a distance, because of the powerful explosion outside the wall, the rear wall was beaten and fell off, and through the wall where a few pieces of lime fell, you can vaguely see the green military uniforms not far away, the clothes of the people of City A, and all kinds of green grenades that will be mixed together.

"Damn ......" the commander gritted his teeth in resentment, holding the walkie-talkie as if he was going to strangle it, and the dots of white foam stained the black casing, "Team 3 to support Team 2." “

"Yes. On the other side of the hall of the medical bureau, a man with a scumbag face held the walkie-talkie, and the heavy modified Garin cannon he was carrying was smashed to the ground, and the sound of cracking tiles could be clearly heard.

"Behind, hurry. Turning around, he scolded the three men and a woman who were running in his direction not far away. He turned around and cursed again, "Damn, a bunch of trash." “

The members of the second team of "Cut ......" spit on the ground, and the person who had a pointed face of melon seeds that did not belong to a man had such a face but was not beautiful, but gave people a snarky feeling. "The fox is fake and the tiger is mighty. ”

"You be quiet," the woman in the back poked him in the back and whispered, as if she was afraid of being heard by the captain in the distance, the same melon seed face was also unattractive, probably because of her frowning. "It's so bad to be heard by the captain......"

"With his little ability, what can he do with us?" the man said with disdain, and slowed down, pointing to the woman with the modified Garin cannon. "Shoot us with his broken gun?"

"Shhhhh......h "Say, run faster and faster, and overtake him.

"Cut ......" coward...... The man scolded in his heart, one or two were as timid as mice, no wonder the fart captain was sassing. The man who was sulking in his heart looked at the back of the remaining three who were running faster and faster, as if he wanted to keep his distance from him, or at least did not want to get close to him, and the anger in his heart was even worse.

"It's all TM. The man repeated the words in his heart with a vicious gaze and a deep voice, however, he still felt puzzled, even if he was alone, he still spoke to himself, discrediting their captain. "Aren't you afraid of the gun in his hand?"

He didn't understand why the people in this team were so afraid of the captain, pretending to be very powerful every day, running faster than them when they encountered danger, doing all the work they did, and what pot they were trained for, so they relied on themselves to pick up the broken gun and talk there.

"I can pick up that broken gun with one hand, pretending to be forced" The man became more and more excited, and he couldn't help but raise his foot and stomp down hard, once, twice, and said indignantly while stomping back, "Let you pretend, let you pretend to be ......"

"Ah, wipe the ......" Suddenly, there was a sharp pain under the man's feet, the man raised his foot to see, his shoes were full of blood oozing out of the shoes, with his swinging movements, the blood was still pouring out, and the bright red blood saw the glass shards burning against the light trembling in the middle, which was particularly dazzling.

Only then did the man realize that in front of him was a window that had already been blown to the ground, and the broken glass was scattered all over the ground, some on the side of the stairs, some on both sides of the broken wall, and he was so unfortunate that he happened to step on one of them when he stomped his foot.

"Damn it......" The man raised his head, only to realize that he could no longer see the members of his team, gritted his teeth, and wanted to catch up, but as soon as he walked, the glass sank deeper, like a stone trapped in quicksand, only sinking deeper and deeper, and this desert is his skin, this stone is like that piece of glass.

Gritting his teeth, the man put his hand to the soles of his feet, trying to pull out the glass with his hands, which made the already bloody wound even more bloody, and the man used a lot of strength to pull it out, probably because the glass was more difficult to hold after being stained with blood, the glass just retreated a little bit, and the sharper and deeper end was still stuck inside, refusing to come out.

Suddenly, the man seemed to hear footsteps on the other side of the stairs, very light, as if he deliberately did not make a sound, but he was very hurried, as if he was in a hurry.

It's just the sound of sparse footsteps, if it weren't for the man's good hearing, he might not be able to hear it, not like the voice of a group of people, but more like a person, carefully climbing up from below. The man thought about it, it could be the enemy army in City A sneaking in, or it could be the team sent down from above.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were getting more and more indistinct, as if the person next to the stairs had deliberately slowed down his pace, trying to make the people above unnoticed, but such a rough technique still made the man see through it, or rather, such a low-level technique really couldn't hide from a soldier.

The man was a little puzzled, this kind of behavior always gave him the illusion that the person below was not a soldier, how could a soldier not know how to hide himself, but at this time, in addition to the soldier, who else would walk alone in a dangerous building.

Despite saying this, the man still tensed his nerves, and the assault rifle he was still holding in his hand turned to the staircase, if it was the fifth squad that came up, it would naturally be the best, if it was a soldier in City A, he would definitely shoot without hesitation. An assault rifle is definitely powerful enough to kill an enemy in 3 seconds.

The man held his breath and looked there a little nervously, he was afraid of killing the wrong person.

The little sunlight shining in from outside the medical bureau projected the man's nervous back against the stairs to a wall opposite him, which looked like a comical pose, but it gave him the greatest sense of security.

"That ......" Suddenly, a sweet voice of a girl came, and the voice that had become trembling because of fear came faintly at the top of the staircase, "Are you from the Spark Alliance?"