The ancients had clouds: the moon is dark and the wind is high at night, and the sky is murderous and set on fire.

People can't see clearly the dark night of this world, which will always cover up countless evils, and all kinds of unsightly transactions will choose to be carried out in this night, which can be described as a hundred ghosts walking at night, and good people retreat.

At a dock near the Atlantic Ocean in Brooklyn, containers of various colors are stacked as tall as a mountain, blocking out the light of stars, moonlight, and searchlights, creating many, many shaded areas.

In the southeast corner of this wharf, there are a large number of ships moored, one of which is no more than twenty or thirty meters long, there are many people busy unloading cargo up and down, and there are a large number of armed men standing on containers of different heights and watching vigilantly around.

A man at the highest point was lying on the container with a sniper rifle, and suddenly heard a slight footstep behind him, and before he could react, a large hand pressed on his neck, and then twisted hard, 'Click! There was a sound, and there was no more sound, and he fell there on his stomach and did not move.

Grayer, who was wearing decadent armor, casually flicked the guy with the broken neck aside, picked up the sniper rifle and half-knelt on the container, and pulled the trigger at the person standing on the container in front of him.

'Bang! With a loud bang, Greel's body shook slightly, and a large hole appeared in the chest of the person opposite, and the whole person was knocked out of the air, falling off the container, and drowning in darkness.

The sound of the gunshot seemed to throw a boulder into the calm water, splashing the waves, and all the loaders and the guards hurried to the nearest bunker, and several leaders hurriedly called, as if to ask what was going on.

"You are the leader, then let's kill you first!" Grell muttered under his breath, condescendingly holding a sniper rifle and pulling the trigger one after another at the men who gave orders, and a loud gunfire echoed through the night, and with each shot, one fell to the ground.

If you don't have this decade armor on your body, even a stationary target can't hit every shot, but the powerful power brought by the decade armor and the five senses that have been strengthened N times have made Grell instantly turn into a sharpshooter, and a single bullet can destroy a person.

Quickly emptying a magazine, Grell jumped onto the container next to him, changed his position, and threw away the empty magazine as he jumped, loading it with the full magazine he found from the man.

By the time he had changed the magazine, Grell had stopped and continued to fire downward, and after changing positions four times, all the bullets he could find were empty. Greer shook his sore arm, stood up, and threw his sniper rifle at a climbing gangster more than twenty meters down, successfully hearing a short scream, followed by the sound of flesh hitting the ground.

Greel's constant change of position made it impossible for the gang members below to determine Greer's location at all, so they could only fire indiscriminately by feeling, and one bullet after another pierced the void like a meteor, hitting one container after another, exploding dense sparks, but none of them hit Greer's new position.

A wide black robe revealed revealing a rucksack, which he placed on the container in front of him and opened, inside was a bag full of grenades of all kinds: spherical, melon-shaped, cylindrical, and even wooden-handled grenades.

Although these things are said to be unavailable in gun shops, they are easily available through informal channels as long as you have money. Super vision with night vision can clearly see the position of everyone below, weighed the weight of the grenade, and threw the grenade out with his arm.

A ton of arm strength can throw a grenade as far as an infantry gun, and the curvilinear trajectory allows Grell to throw the grenade next to and above the heads of these gang members without poking his head out, which is much better than a gun in such terrain.

A thunderous explosion echoed in the night, a pillar of flame rose into the air, and the shock wave generated by the explosion pushed countless steel fragments to scatter in all directions, whether it was the flesh or the iron sheet of the container, it was cut to pieces by the fragments, bringing a terrible scream, blood sprayed out, and the residual value of broken arms, bone and flesh were everywhere.

As the grenades in the backpack decreased, the gunfire around them decreased synchronously, and after throwing fifteen grenades, someone finally couldn't stand it and ran away. If the two sides are okay with each other, but like this, you can't see where the enemy is, but your own side has been killed and wounded heavily. Such a one-sided battle would not allow even the army to sustain the fight, let alone the scattered guerrillas of these gangsters.

Grell didn't care about the escapees, but continued to throw grenades at the gang members who were still holding their 'posts', and the roar was like the footsteps of death getting closer and closer. The answer to the question of whether it was like the others being blown apart or running away is clear, and with someone taking the lead, the rest of the people also began to flee.

"Want to go, have you asked my opinion?" Grell whispered and put the grenade bag on his back, then jumped up, jumped directly from the container more than twenty meters high, landed on the ground, picked up an AR15 rifle next to a gang member lying on the ground, made up a shot, and ran quickly through the gaps in the layers of containers.

The powerful hearing provided by the Decade armor made the sound of fleeing footsteps, the screams of the wounded, the whistling of the wind blowing through the cracks of the containers, and the sound of sirens in the distance very clearly in Greel's ears.

"Then let's play a game of hide and seek, I'll die if I find it." As he spoke, Greer had rushed out of the alley, which was more than twenty meters long, and came to the gap between the rows of containers, and continued to run forward with his legs, but his hands were raised, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the open space on the left.

Just as he raised his gun, a gang member happened to run out of the alley of the container, 'Bang! With a sound, a bullet spun and the person fell in response, and the bullet slid three or four meters away on the ground, dragging a bright red mark on the ground like a mop.

But Grell had already rushed into the container in front of him, even when he was shooting and aiming, Greer did not stop, pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the chamber, he ran in the direction of the next person, without looking at this person, and was extremely confident in his marksmanship after wearing decadent armor.