Looking around, those rebel chess pieces had been killed by Mo Qian and collapsed, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

Steel helmets and bulletproof combat suits actually do not have much protection, and rifles are enough to penetrate them.

What's more, the bullets that fall from the sky will only increase their power, but will never slow down.

Seeing many of his subordinates wearing steel helmets who were shot in the head, the tattoo boss did not hesitate to throw away his armor.

These were once considered to protect them, but now they are seen as talismans.

Regardless of whether there is this kind of protection or not, once they are taken care of by Mo Qian, they will definitely die, even if they block a shot and don't die, then another shot.

So the key is whether or not you will be targeted by Mo Qiao, and the bullet is the safest only if it hits someone else.

Wearing them is more likely to be a target for ink poverty, and it is better to take them off altogether.

The tattooed boss had his own people take off everything they needed to take off, mingling in the rebels, disguised as if they were ordinary warriors at the lowest level.

But what's the use of this? The fastest runners were also killed by Mo Qian one by one.

There was no way he would allow this group of people to escape, knowing that they could escape from the mountain wall, he naturally wouldn't let them get close there.

"Puff ......"

In the front row were a body of corpses, many of them real members of the Order.

The bullets falling from the sky are like a ravine, drawing a line of life and death on the road ahead.

Those who cross the line die.

Some of them stopped, while others did not give up, and ran to both sides, hoping to disperse and go around the mountain wall.

But this is obviously thinking too much, they run dozens of meters on the ground, and it is just that Mo Qian can catch up with him by moving his arm slightly in the sky.

"Bang ......"

Otherwise, how could it be said that one person surrounded and suppressed a thousand people, Mo Qian casually took a few steps, and threw out a few shots with a slight swing of his arm, so that those rebels who had managed to run out of dozens of meters turned into corpses.

In this way, no matter which direction the rebels wanted to flee, they would be killed by him with thunder, shocking the whole army.

For a time, the rebels could neither advance nor retreat, and were forced into a mess and fell into chaos.

Those who shoot are beaten, those who raise shields are beaten, those who wear helmets are beaten, those who wear body armor are beaten, and now they are beaten forward and detours.

On the contrary, he stood still and could still live.

Even if he was beaten, he was only interrupted.

It was precisely because of this that the rebels, whose morale had collapsed, did not want to flee at all, and some even threw away their guns and raised their hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

Mo Qiao's bullets drew a circle in the sky, and they surrounded these hundreds of enemies, as if they were drawing the ground as a prison.

"Pick up the gun for me!" the tattooed leader roared, these rebels are useless, holding a gun is finally a combat force, at least as long as the members are on the ground and within range, then these hundreds of rebels are still extremely threatening.

If you throw away the gun, you will really be slaughtered.

"Don't listen to him! There has never been a Creator!"

"No fight! No fight! We have been deceived! The god in his mouth is only a hole!"

"Okay, what are we fighting against?"

"You are only allowed to throw away your armor, and we are not allowed to throw our guns and surrender?"

As soon as their morale collapsed, the rebels were immediately filled with doubts about the Order's propaganda and education rhetoric.

Even if they had already been told in training that they were going to fight with some strange forces, but when they really went to the battlefield and encountered a monster like Mo Qian standing in the sky with one enemy and a thousand, their mentality exploded, and it was useless for the Order to promise them any benefits before.

"Hmph, rabble. When the tattoo boss heard this, he laughed instead of being angry.

At this moment, there are only three real fellow members of the Order left, and the three of them gathered around the tattoo leader and said: "Boss, these people are completely useless, our mission is doomed, now the key is to let you leave ......"

"No, forget it. I can die here, too!" the tattoo boss hesitated and gave up.

He said: "If nothing else, our stronghold in Ethiopia has been destroyed, and even if it doesn't, when the Blue and White Society finds out the identity of this group, that stronghold will definitely not be saved." We have no way out, neither to flee to the Holy Land nor to be captured alive......"

"Understand, if you can't leave, you won't leave, and the church of Gaia will never perish. The instructor said firmly.

"I've planted bombs in all the rebels, and even if we die here, we won't get nothing......," the tattoo boss laughs.

"Boss, there are rebel corpses everywhere around the people of the Blue and White Society, I saw them collecting ammunition before, why don't you just detonate the corpses now and let them bury us!" said the instructor.

The tattoo boss shook his head again and said: "No, it's too wasteful to just blow up those reserve members, the power of the bomb is not great, even if it succeeds, it will startle the snake, and the others will not be harmed no matter what." ”

"So what do we do?" the instructor asked.

"I tried to lure the members closer, and then I detonated more than a thousand bombs at the same time, and the jade was burned. In fact...... It's better to kill the one in the sky!" said the tattooed leader.

Although the mission failed, he was not discouraged, in fact, their church has been defeated repeatedly, and has not won the Blue and White Society so far.

Each time, it was a heavy price in exchange for some losses from the Blue and White Society, defeated and fought, fought and defeated, and as long as they achieved their goal once, they made a lot of money.

This time, although their mission failed, they could settle for the next best thing, and it was better to kill a few members than to get nothing. Especially if you want to kill Mo Poor, there is no doubt that Mo Poor is a rookie in the Blue and White Society in their eyes, strangle it in the cradle, and it is worth sacrificing all of them, they can't go away anyway.

"How do you seduce and pretend to surrender?" said the instructor.

"Surrender? no, they will not accept our surrender again. Once we surrender, the few members who led the team will definitely be suspicious. The tattoo leader said, obviously, in some of the past actions of their church, they also pretended to surrender, but in the end, the blood lesson told the Blue and White Society that it was impossible for true members of the Gaia church to surrender, and if they did, they would definitely be cheating.

After thinking about it, the tattoo leader suddenly passed through the liaison and asked his subordinates, who had turned into woolen monsters and were fighting with the instructors of the Blue and White Society, to hurry over.

"Boss, you can't stand this realm, I'll let you squirt yourself to death!"

"It's okay, we're all dead anyway, tell me, what degree of immortality does that containment make you?" the tattoo boss asked.

The Woolen Monster fought and retreated, approaching the rebels who had been forced to huddle together, explaining to the Boss what he had experienced and presumed about the nature of the containment.

"I see, it's even better than I imagined...... "The characteristic of the yarn creature is that the function of his human body is not linked to the surface image at all. Don't look at his head is rotten, but he can still speak, his ears are gone, and he can still hear.

The wool mixture is a body organ, and any ball of wool can be used as an organ of the original human body, even if a bow is glued out of wool, he thinks that it is a mouth, that is a mouth.

Of course, incarnating as a yarn monster can't arbitrarily form countless hands with wool, because when he was a human, he only had two hands and two legs, a nose and a mouth.

The original ability to act as a human will not be lost because the yarn is destroyed, and similarly, the ability to act that humans do not have will not be increased because they have become a yarn monster.

He was just a man who had become a mixture of yarns, using yarn to replace his functions as a human being.

The only way to kill him is to take the containment out of his body, whether it is to bombard it into slag in an instant, or just tear it off, anyway, as long as he can get the containment completely out of him, he will instantly become a real piece of yarn.

The tattoo boss said seriously: "We can all die to lure the members over, but then I can't start the bomb." All I can think of now is to eat the containment and become one of those living dead, so that I can detonate a bomb even if I get shot. It's completely possible to drag the corpse on a rampage, and if the members want to stop me from leaving, they have to die with me. ”

"It's possible to kill those members like this, but what about the one in the sky? He is obviously good at marksmanship, and he won't come down easily, and he will definitely only shoot from a distance. The instructor said.

"Stupid! I'll be able to snipe him when I'm the living dead!" said the tattooed leader.

Everyone thought yes, the boss's marksmanship is also good, although it is not comparable to the members of the club, but it has the level of an average sniper.

How did the ten snipers lose against the enemy before? Isn't it that if you don't get a shot right, you will be killed by the opponent in seconds?

If you can combine with the containment and become a monster that has been shot in the head and beaten in two, then you don't have to be afraid of that sharpshooter in the sky.

The tattoo leader laughed: "He can't kill me even if he shoots me ten times, as long as I shoot him, he will definitely die." ”

"At that time, what will he do to snipe at me?"

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