"You'd better not shoot later," Nobuta reminded McDowell, "and the echo of the shooting here is too loud, and a shot might attract more people." ”

"No need to shoot," Xu Changqing said confidently, "Mike, you can just wait for a while to be on guard at the corner of the corridor, and I will go with her, it's enough." ”

The lights weren't too bright in the guardhouse. Perhaps out of consideration for their sleeping colleagues, the gambling guards gathered in the corner away from the bed, throwing poker around a gas lamp. From time to time, irrepressible cries of excitement came out. The onlookers outside were anxious to look at the cards, stretched their necks, and their mouths were still muttering.

"Hi FedEx!" Xu Changqing kicked open the door of the hidden room, raised his gun and aimed at the audience, "Get down!" ”

"What, what?"

Most of the guards were stunned by the muzzle of the black hole, and they didn't know what to do. A few people are still immersed in the thrill of gambling, unaware of what the presence of strangers means. The succubus Nobuta dodged in and kicked the door shut by the way. In the next second, the banshee's sword roared, nailing a certain guard to the wall along with his good deck of cards—four twos and a pair of kings, what a waste.

Reminded by the blood, these muddy guys realized that something was wrong. It's a pity that it's too late.

Teams of demons leapt out of the void, grumbling and groaning while they go on a killing spree. The four guards lying on the bed met Hades in a dream. Comparatively, their fellow gamblers reacted a little quicker, but it didn't work. The fastest one had just reached his waist, and before he could touch the gun, his throat was cut open by a sharp claw.

Xu Changqing put away the gun. From the very beginning, he had no intention of firing, just buying time through deterrence.

Nobuta is definitely a game poison and has search-addiction attacks from time to time. She is interested in all kinds of corners and corners, and she is looking everywhere. Soon, she made a new discovery in the corner of the house. "Hey, there's a box here? Well, let me see......" She casually lifted the lid of the box, and then flagged it.

"Hey, come and see."

"What a good thing," Xu Changqing leaned over with great interest, "Could it be a gold bar......

At first glance, he was also stunned. There were four heads in a row in the box, neatly arranged. Next to each is a plastic sealed bag with a stack of documents inside. This should be something to be sent away. The four of them were placed there as goods after being embalmed. Judging by their expressions, they should be quite unwilling before they die.

McDowell stared at one of them motionless, as if blood was about to flow from his eyes. Lucy ...... Lucy ......" he called a name repeatedly, his teeth clucking.

Xu Changqing opened a sealed bag and looked at the documents. It seems that the monastery is studying how to discover the Chosen more efficiently. A bunch of physical data analyses of the immediate family members of the Chosen One are listed. The direction of research is obviously wrong, but this sign is very bad. It shows that someone has noticed the emergence of the Chosen One and has used organized forces to analyze and study it. This is where the gap between the individual and the organization is reflected. In the same 24 hours, 100 people can do 100 times more work.

Time is ticking! He felt the pressure of racing against time.

Lucy ...... I'm going to kill those damned clergy! McDowell didn't seem to be able to say anything else, his eyes were bloodshot.

To be a companion to someone who is in a state of mental rampage is to ask for trouble. It didn't take long for Xu Changqing to learn a lesson. After leaving the guardhouse, the four searched the rooms of the important people. Around the corner of another hallway, they were confronted by three patrol guards.

"You ......"

Probably it had been peaceful for too long, and the patrol guard looked suspicious and confused, and the barrels of his guns hung down. Maybe they're wondering: Where did the faces come from? Could it be the guests above?

Xu Changqing didn't say a word, and quickly thought about how to kill these three guys quietly, of course, he had to get closer first. However, before he could move his foot, McDowell, who was burning through the bones, had already raised his gun and shot it in the face of the guy in front.

Bang!

The M14 is known for its high accuracy and power, and is often used by Navy SEALs as sniper rifles. This close-range blow may not even be able to withstand the armored vehicle, let alone the plastic helmet of the patrol guard. The headless guard, whose head was blown away, fell to the sky, revealing two frightened and stiff colleagues behind him. The narrow corridor turned into the world of Shura in an instant, and the walls were covered with broken bones and blood. A loud roar filled the hallway, sending a buzz to your ears. Expect the other guards not to hear the gunshots? Unless they take out an awl and prick their ears deaf.

"No—"

At this point, it's too late to say anything. The three of them rushed up, and with a bang, they slaughtered the two stupid unlucky guards first.

Soon, more guards poured in from the other end of the hallway, and the scene began to get chaotic. Bullying the opponent's marksmanship is not good, Xu Changqing raised the M14 and began to shoot the target, and the gun shot his head. McDowell's marksmanship was also good, and the guards were so jumpy that they couldn't fight back. After dropping some seven or eight bodies, the guards retreated to the other end of the hallway, not daring to look up again.

There is no need to hide your tracks now. "Let's rush," Xu Changqing began to count the ammunition, "There are not many of them, and this monastery will be completely cleaned up today." ”

"Good!" McDowell expressed twelve in favor. The former Gulf veteran gritted his teeth and said: "Blood debt and blood repayment!" I'm going to avenge Lucy! ”

At the end of the hallway, the banshee had floated out to investigate. Turning out is a small square, which is relatively much more open. At the other end of the square is a small western-style building, which looks like the residence of a big man. The guards had formed a ring of defensive positions near the gate, apparently preparing to fight to the death.

Replacing the M14 rifle with a new magazine, Xu Changqing confirmed that he was fully prepared. "We went out separately and opened fire at the same time," he reminded McDowell, "taking care to cover each other." ”

This foreigner is already fighting spirit. "No problem!" He seemed to be back in the Gulf battlefield, and he was covered in the iron blood of a veteran.

"Attention, it's going to be up, one, two, three-"

Counting to three, Xu Changqing rolled forward, rolled behind a long-planned flower bed outside the corridor, raised his gun and fired repeatedly. Assault rifles and submachine guns on the opposite side also rang out. Torrential bullets blocked him up and down, left and right, blocking him behind the flower bed. Stone chips flew all over the sky, causing him to sneeze several times.

"Hey, crossfire!" He shouted at McDowell, who was nestled in the flower bed opposite.

McDowell gave a thumbs up to signify receipt.

Xu Changqing began to wait for the opportunity. The bullets of the guards didn't fall from the sky. The fully automatic shooting mode eats bullets and shoots out a magazine in less than half a minute. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the opposite side of fire to weaken, and only a few assault rifles were left to fire piecemeal. It's time to dominate the situation! He rolled sideways and jumped out of the flower bed in reverse, and fired his M14 rifle in a kneeling position!

McDowell, however, was dumbfounded. Xu Changqing glanced sideways and saw the bay veteran lying behind the flower bed with a big hole in his face.

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P.S: The three more promises made today are finally not broken.

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