The southeast area is inhabited by the powerful people of the Crowe Republic, and the villas occupy a large area, so it is impossible for one person to defend all the places.

Although the rebels are weak in combat, they are not fools without brains, and someone quickly reacted and jumped in from the courtyard wall bypassing the main entrance.

Wei Laoshi held an assault rifle in one hand to suppress the fire on the courtyard gate from time to time, but more attention was paid to the tablet in the other hand.

It shows images from drones hovering in the air, and a dozen rebels have just climbed over the back wall and are bending over towards the villa.

"It's just in time, let's have some fun with you."

Wei Laoshi put away the tablet, pulled out the pistol in his waist, and turned into the room at the back of the villa.

The window was already open, and he stretched his twin guns out of the window and pulled the trigger on the rebels approaching the villa below.

The body of the gun shook backwards as the cartridge case jumped out of the magazine, but whether it was a pistol or an assault rifle, it was held firmly in Wei Lao's hand, and the recoil of the shot seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.

It's not all useless, and another function is to remind Wei Laoshi to move the direction of the muzzle immediately.

There was no deliberate aiming, but there was no off-target bullet, at this time, Wei Laoshi was like a swordsman who had cultivated his swordsmanship to the unity of man and sword, and he was integrated with the gun. The gun is no longer a simple weapon, but an extension of his hands, which really means where to fight.

However, the rebels are not alone, and they are not all weak chickens and straw bales, Wei Laoshi could not kill them all in an instant, and some people still raised their guns to shoot back.

Wei Laoshi was not in a hurry, his body retreated towards the left wall, and the gun in his hand still did not stop firing.

The rebels on the right fell to the ground one after another, leaving only two or three rebels on the left still transporting firepower, Wei Laoshi turned back, the muzzle of the gun spewed fire again, and the courtyard returned to tranquility.

The gunfire was continuous, but the adjacent villa was surprisingly quiet, if it weren't for the continuous gunfire in front of them, the rebels who jumped into the backyard would have even thought that there was no enemy here, and they had not been attacked until they reached the root of the villa wall.

"Could it be that the person inside just died?"

The rebels were overjoyed and jumped into the villa through the windows.

There was no light on in the villa, it was dark, and although it had not yet reached the point where he could not see his fingers, he could only barely see the figure clearly.

There was still no sound in it.

"It's supposed to be dead, let's go upstairs and have a look."

The rebels discussed in a low voice, and walked out of the room and upstairs, their steps easier than ever.

They had just walked up the stairs, and suddenly a dark figure flew out of the stairs.

The next moment, a dazzling bright light suddenly flashed, accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"I can't hear ......"

The rebels were blinded by the sudden shocking bullets, and the noise in their ears made them even more dizzy, and their guns fell to the ground.

At that moment, a figure descended slowly from the upper floor, the gun in his hand spraying bullets outward.

In a matter of seconds, there was no longer a single rebel standing on the stairs, and the figure fell to the ground. If you put a beam of light on him now, you will recognize that it is a mule.

The mule let go of the descent line, bent down to search the corpses of the rebels, turned out magazines one by one and inserted them into his body, and kept muttering: "Lao Shi is mentally handicapped, and he doesn't know how to save bullets, I see what if you run out of bullets in a while?" ”

Everyone has their own way of fighting, and unlike Mule and Wei Laoshi, Quicksand, as a scout, prefers to solve problems with his fists.

More than twenty rebels had poured into his villa, searching for him, while Quicksand was hiding in the door of a room with his hands and feet in the corner.

The door opened, and the three rebel soldiers fired at each other to make sure that no one dared to rush in.

"You go check under the bed, you go look at the cupboard!"

The last soldier seemed to be a leader, but he didn't know that the man they were searching for was above him, and he was still standing in the doorway.

Quicksand retracted his hands and feet, jumped down from it, stretched out his hands suddenly before landing, grabbed the leader's head, and then twisted it hard.

The place that the leader thought was the safest became the most dangerous place, and he didn't even have time to make a sound, so he died.

The other two soldiers heard the sound behind them, and they all turned their heads to look back, and the quicksand had already dropped the leader's body, and rushed out with an arrow, dodging to the soldier who was closest to him and searching the cabinet.

As he rushed over, the dagger at his waist fell into his hand.

The cold light flashed, and the bloody arrows flew, and the soldier fell down clutching his throat.

The last soldier was so frightened that he raised his gun and was about to open his mouth to shout, but he saw quicksand raise his hand, and the dagger came out of his hand and shot into his open mouth.

At this time, the soldier's gun was only halfway raised, but his fingers did not have the strength to pull the trigger again.

It may seem like a long time, but in fact, the whole process took only a few seconds before and after, and all three rebels were killed by the quicksand, and there was not even a sound from beginning to end.

Quicksand glanced out the door, the other rebels were still searching the room, not realizing that in a short moment, three of their comrades had lost their lives forever.

He walked over, pulled the dagger out of the soldier's mouth, wiped it under the corpse, then turned and walked out of the door and felt for the next room.

Perhaps due to the Scout's profession, the duck prefers to use his own hands, just like Quicksand, but the difference is that he does not use force directly, but blends in with the rebels.

The lights were black, and the ducks' faces were painted black, and the rebels did not even notice that there was a spy among them.

The rebels who led the team also assigned him the task of having Duck and two rebels search a room.

The duck walked in the middle and entered the room with the two "teammates", when suddenly he jerked around and slammed his left elbow into the throat of the rebel soldier behind him.

There was only a slight click, and the soldier's throat was smashed by the duck alive, and his body collapsed to the ground.

The soldier in front didn't know what was happening, and was about to look back when the duck's right dagger swung around his neck.

Having cleanly dealt with the two rebels, the duck turned and ran out, shouting in French: "Here he is!" ”

When the other rebels heard the noise, they saw the duck hiding in the corner of the wall tremblingly, covering his thigh with one hand, and pointing to the room just now, shouting: "He's inside, he just killed both of them, my leg was stabbed by him, he has no bullets, you guys go quickly." ”

The rebels did not suspect him, and rushed into the room with their guns raised, and before they could get closer, the guns in their hands opened fire first.

Only one rebel remained, and said to the duck, "Does your wound matter?" Do you need me to bandage you? ”

"Thank you!"

The duck thanked him and removed his hand from his thigh, but suddenly flipped over, revealing the dagger hidden under his hand.

The soldier never imagined that the duck would strike at him, and by the time he found out, it was too late, and the dagger pierced him in the heart.

The soldier's dying struggles were muffled by the gunfire of the rebels, and no one knew what was happening behind them.

The duck reached out and stroked the soldier's wide eyes, and said silently, "I'm sorry, we are enemies." ”

He put the soldier down, stood up and walked behind the rebel at the rear, and jerked out his left hand to cover the soldier's mouth, and the dagger stabbed straight into the back of the heart.

It wasn't until they silently killed four rebels in a row that the rebels in front finally realized that something was wrong, why the gunshots were getting less and less, and they couldn't help but turn their heads in surprise to see a duck put a corpse on the ground.

"He's the enemy!"

The rebels were in a cold sweat and were about to turn their guns when ducks flew forward like arrows.

The dagger turned into a jet-black stretch in his hand, slashing through the neck of the rebel soldier, bringing up patches of blood.

The rebels didn't even have time to fire their guns, and their lives were taken away by the duck's dagger, and it wasn't until he cut through the rebels that the corpse of the first rebel fell to the ground.

Quick, just one word!

If Dewey had witnessed this scene, he would have applauded his selection of the duck in the first place.

A genius is a genius, and there may be a lack of experience, but strength is by no means something that can be caught up with hard work.

But even if Dewey had clairvoyance, he didn't have time to look through a few villas right now.

Finding the rebels coming in over the wall, Dewey left the second floor and came to the living room on the first floor, where he sat on the sofa and waited for them to come to the door.

He didn't have to wait long before he heard the sound of a rebel opening the window, Dewey turned his head away, and then saw a rebel cautiously poking his head out, and the two happened to look at each other.

The rebels couldn't have imagined that Dewey was sitting in the living room in all directions, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

But just as he was in the middle of his life, Dewey raised his hand and fired a shot, and the rebel fell to the ground.

"He's out there!"

"Be careful!"

"Fire suppresses ......"

The other rebels who jumped into the villa shouted and stretched out their guns to strafe Dewey's fire.

Dewey rolled over and fell to the ground, a rain of bullets flying past him.

The rebels strafed back and forth a few times, and finally stopped, and someone first poked their heads out tentatively, and then quickly retreated.

The expected bullets did not come, and the rebels were emboldened and emerged from the room with guns in hand.

Dewey lay on the ground, clearly seeing the movements of the rebels, and when the rebels came out almost immediately, he suddenly jumped up and rushed at the rebels on the left is a shuttle bullet.

The rebel on the left was shot and fell to the ground, and the rebel on the right hurriedly opened fire, and Dewey had already jumped on the couch, and the back of the couch blocked the bullet for him.

Dewey touched his waist with his hand, pulled a magazine, snapped two crisp sounds, the magazine was replaced, and the next second the muzzle of the gun stretched out of the back of the sofa, facing the rebel on the right again.

At that moment, two more rebels burst out of the room on the left, raising their guns and about to shoot.

Dewey's eyes swept to the two of them, and he pulled out the pistol in his waist with his left hand, and raised his hand to shoot two shots.

The two rebels were shot and fell to the ground, their assault rifles already triggered, but the bullets were all fired to the ceiling with the muzzles.

Dewey retracted his assault rifle, quickly changed the magazine, and then stood up directly, opened his bow left and right with both hands, and opened fire on the remnants of the rebels on both sides.

At this moment, it was as if the god of war had descended.