Shiraishi Sansei: "Gabriel is in the steel apartment, which is a certain distance from the core camp of the Mi army, but there is a possibility of a successful assault. Eight? One? Middle? Wenwang ≤≈=.≥8=1≈Z≤≈.=COM"

"WHO has a medical team in there. We've managed to snipe them just now, and now we're going to prevent them from using a helicopter to take the antibodies away—" Qidan was saying when a nuclear call came from his headset: "Your Excellency Qidan, a helicopter has flown over from the sea." ”

"Roger, we're coming here!" Qidan replied, then jumped off the table and said, "I was right, the Mi Guoyan really sent a helicopter." Let's go, fuck it~ fuck! ”

In the steel apartment, Lang Zhan put on the body armor he had taken off from a US Navy SEAL, put on a full set of weapons and equipment, and then walked towards the door with an incubator.

Kenny followed, whispering, "Watch out for a one-man sniper!" Please trust our people! ”

Lang Zhan suddenly opened the small door with an expressionless face, and then waited for a few seconds before flashing out of the small door. A few seconds later, Kenny heard his voice ringing in the headset, "Listen, people in the helicopter, don't come down yet, it's dangerous." He sighed softly and said, "To be honest, I don't know if it's right or wrong to do this." A man who has assassinated the president of the United States can still be a hero - well, because he is Gabriel? ”

Rooney: "He's amnesiac, is he still the same Gabriel he used to be?" ”

Kenny frowned slightly, "There is no such thing as a free lunch, and it is impossible for people to get something for nothing." If he wanted to be Millican's friend, this price was something he had to bear. ”

Lang Zhan wants to be Millikan's friend? Fear of becoming an enemy of Millican? No matter when and where, the people of the United States can't change their habit of talking to themselves and being self-righteous!

For Lang Zhan, from the moment he put on the body armor, every cell in his body, like a shark that smelled blood, suddenly became active. This phenomenon is scientifically explained as muscle memory. If you are more fantastic, Lang Zhan should be born a warrior. This attribute, which has been deeply implanted in his bones, will accompany him for the rest of his life until he is taken to the grave.

It was a strange feeling, Lang Zhan didn't have any concept of body armor, M16 rifle or M9 pistol in his head, and he didn't even know how to use the composite headset. However, when the body armor was put on his body, when he took the M16 rifle and M9 pistol from Kenny's hand, his heart and limbs were as if he had been electrocuted, and there was a feeling of crisp ~ numbness, and the next moment, as if he had used the M16 and M9 against the enemy countless times, he naturally raised the gun, pulled the bolt, and then removed the magazine, and checked the bullets - all this, he did quite smoothly, as if these weapons were originally his.

flashed out of the small door, and the skin on his chest was crispy~ A numb sensation spread to his brain, and Lang Zhan took a very natural sliding step, avoiding the lock of a sniper rifle.

Originally, he was very calm and aimed at the nucleus of this door with a sniper rifle, he only felt a flower in front of him, and when he looked at it, the figure that had just appeared in the crosshair lost his trace, he was slightly stunned, left the scope probe to find Lang Zhan's figure, and then wanted to lock on him, it was as if the other party was covered with a layer of fog, and he obviously felt that as long as he adjusted his position slightly, he could lock the other party. However, when he adjusted the direction, he showed up and ran away for the other party.

"You give us a direction, and we'll wait for you there," the helicopter pilot said to Lang Zhan.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Zhan's cold voice exploded in his ears: "Pull up!" Fast! He was stunned for a moment, and his right hand holding the steering stick unconsciously pulled back, and the nose of the helicopter rose and flew upward.

"Poof!" There was a sound of breaking the air from the tail of the helicopter, and the pilot broke out in a cold sweat, cursed "shIT", and pulled the helicopter up again.

On the ground, a nuclear man carrying a lone rocket projectile watched the helicopter fly up, and scolded angrily: "This Mi Guoyan is too cunning." ”

As soon as Qidan walked to the base, he saw Lang Zhan from a distance. His cold eyes finally brought a trace of warmth to him, "Catch him~!" He ordered in a low voice, pulled the bolt of the gun with his right hand, and ran towards Lang Zhan.

After the previous battle, on the road and in the open space outside the steel apartment, except for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled who were unable to move and were dying, everyone else had already scattered and avoided - infected with the "Ryukyu flu", although it would be very uncomfortable, and even worse than death, but after all, it was still alive. And once you are hit by a stray bullet, those who are lucky will die immediately, and those who are less lucky, those who are less lucky, those who are shot in non-critical parts such as hands and feet, then it is really better to live than to die.

Those who could run were all gone, and only some were left that they couldn't afford to toss. These patients, who should have been cared for, have now become natural shelters for the nucleus.

"The open area in the southwest, go there and wait for me," Lang Zhan told the helicopter pilot the message first, and then walked over there without hurrying. There, in fact, is a playground for the Mi Army. "One o'clock direction, one o'clock direction, one o'clock direction, one ...... nine o'clock direction" Lang Zhan walked slowly, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a radar, and every time a nucleus appeared, even if this nucleus was lying with a group of patients pretending to be corpses, his brain could still immediately identify the true identity of the nucleus, and a string of numbers would pop up in matching.

Lang Zhan in this state naturally exudes an aura of being unapproachable. The senses of the nuclei are quite keen, and they feel this breath, and the fighting spirit that was originally burning in their hearts is unconsciously weakened. An uneasy emotion flowed through their hearts, and even many people's muscles stiffened slightly, and their tactical movements began to deform-

"Stop him!" At a distance of more than 200 meters, Qidan stared at Lang Zhan while giving orders to the nuclei. The neighboring nuclei glanced at each other, exchanged glances, got up from the ground or stood up from the cat's waist, and approached Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan's gaze was still sweeping around, and as long as he swept over a nucleus, the number "one hundred and fifty meters, eighty meters, sixty meters ......" would jump out of his head accordingly. Suddenly, in the afterglow of his eyes, a nucleus stopped and began to aim at him. Almost instinctively, he paused, and pulled the trigger on his right index finger.

"Horn--da, da, da-" Gunshots rang out one after another, and once the stalemate was broken, there was a breath of death in the air.

One, two, three...... Lang Zhan fired six times, and none of the six bullets hit. Feeling is one thing, hand ~ feeling is one thing, no matter how good it feels, the hand ~ feeling is wrong, and the situation of having a high hand and a low hand is a tragedy for yourself, and it is a joke in the eyes of the enemy.

In the steel apartment, Kenny saw this scene through the crack in the door, frowned slightly, and whispered to himself, "Gabriel won't die at the hands of these guys, right?" ”

Rooney answered: "Oh, that's a tragedy. ”

In the call channel of the nukates, one of the nuclei did not seem to believe that the famous Gabriel would miss all six shots, and asked the seventh paragraph: "Your Excellency, is he really Gabriel?" The Gabriel who made a bloody storm in the New York square? ”

The other nuke shouted, "Your Excellency, I'm afraid I'll be tempted to shoot him in the head—this is Gabriel!" ”

…… Shiraishi Sannari looked at the telescope for a while, and said to Qidan, "It's a little strange, is he really Gabriel-"

Qiduan frowned slightly, and he was a little unclear why Lang Zhan's combat power had dropped so much. "He has amnesia, is it because of the amnesia?" He said, though in a tone of uncertainty that was uncertain.

As soon as he finished saying this, in his sight, Lang Zhan suddenly turned around, and then, from behind him, he was shot in the head of a nuclear that sneaked past him, and the whole person trembled as if he was electrocuted, and fell on his back.

"Be careful!" He instinctively exclaimed.

Lang Zhan's performance was far lower than expected, and many nuclei stood up to outflank him, and Lang Zhan suddenly took over, knocking down three people in just a few seconds. Among them, two nuclei were shot in the head and killed instantly.

"He's cheating!" One was shot in the left shoulder, and the nucleus, which was lucky enough to survive, fell to the ground, and a howl came out of his mouth.

"Break his limbs! Big deal, we'll keep him like a dolphin! Qidan said coldly, staring at Lang Zhan with both eyes, and quickened his pace.

The gunfire rang out, and Kenny saw that the nuclei were knocked out by Lang Zhan in the counterfire, and Lang Zhan's body writhed, twisting out strange images like dancing, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that we are too worried." ”

"Noticed? He's getting more and more accurate! Shiraishi Sancheng suddenly shouted.

Seven paragraphs: "Hold him down, don't give him a chance to change bullets!" ”

The M16 has a magazine capacity of twenty and thirty, even if it is thirty, plus the 15 of the M9, Lang Zhan can only shoot a total of 45 bullets. Lang Zhan had wasted a lot of bullets before, and now he couldn't do every hit, and for the nukes, this was their chance to capture Lang Zhan alive.

"Horn-da-da-" The shooting continued, Lang Zhan either took a step forward, or took a half step back, or simply twisted his waist on the spot, and bullets whistled past him, as if he knew him, and no one was willing to bite him.

Qiduanping held the gun, originally quite calm, after the nucleus in front of him fell seven people, and after hanging up five, he scolded "eight grids", made a few gestures with his left hand, and Baishi Sancheng left and right, and ran towards Lang Zhan.

The three nuclei who followed him, after seeing his gesture, two ran towards a nearby building, and one crouched on the ground, untied his back, and pulled out a pile of parts from his backpack. He skillfully assembled the pile of parts with both hands, and a five-pack miniature missile launcher was formed, and then he carefully took out an iron box from his bag and took out five miniature missiles from it. He opened the safety on the five miniature missiles, put them into the missile launchers one by one, and whispered in the microphone: "I'm going to lock on now, restrain him!" ”

ps: Old poison - brothers, what do you have to say directly!!