Chapter 117: Under the Sky 42
Around ten o'clock in the morning.
Those who flee go and return.
With more survivors, the villa was heavily surrounded.
A rough estimate of about five hundred.
Probably all the people in the town left after last night.
Some of them were also armed with firearms.
Someone with a pistol shot several times at the villa, shattering the glass of the villa.
The momentum is extremely arrogant, as if the villa has become their hand.
Fu Anan picked up his rifle and counterattacked, and directly swept a group of people.
Fu Yizhi is even more of a sharpshooter, and he is hit by guns.
Hundreds of people were suppressed by the two of them, not daring to advance.
But they are also not fuel-efficient lamps, and the previous tactics of attacking the police station are repeated.
A large amount of wood that had not been burned through was used as smoke bombs and thrown into the yard.
A thick fog rose high, obscuring their movements, and the people outside began to climb over the fence under the cover of smoke bombs.
But Fu Anan and Fu Yizhi are not stupid.
I can't see where you're and can shoot directly at the fence.
Many people were killed by indiscriminate shooting.
Others tripped directly on the glass road of Fu An Lane because of the thick smoke blocking their vision.
For a while, the screams stopped.
But even so, they still can't resist their determination to break in.
The door thumped, but it didn't move.
Others looked around the villa, looking for a place to climb in, only to find that it was bare.
"Brother Li, the door of this family was welded to death with a steel plate.
The villa can't climb in. ”
A good villa is almost turned into a bunker.
This also makes people outside more sure that there must be a large amount of supplies inside.
The person known as Brother Li took a deep look at the villa, "Let people throw the last two grenades out and blow up this villa for me." ”
Fu Anan was cleaning up the people who broke in the yard, and the people who were blocking the gate suddenly dispersed.
Fu Anan looked at a person holding something and throwing it at the door of the villa, but he didn't react.
"Get down."
Fu Yi pressed Fu An'an with one hand and quickly turned around.
The glass that had not been completely broken all exploded and splashed open, and the villa shook violently several times.
"Brother Fu, are you okay?"
Fu Yizhi was blocked out just now, and the glass splashed his back.
"It's fine."
Fu Yizhi glanced downstairs, his brows furrowed slightly.
"I'll go down and see, you keep it."
"Hmm."
Fu An'an held the gun in his palm and turned white slightly.
There were four or five hundred people on the other side.
Those who survive today are not good.
If they lose, they will definitely be abused by the people below to the point that there is no scum left.
If you win, you live, and if you lose, you die.
Fu An'an's sweat slid down his cheeks.
After more than half a month of easy days, if you can't keep it once, the life accident insurance will take effect.
But she didn't want to die yet.
It's just a game.
Fu Anan took a deep breath and shot mercilessly at the NPCs downstairs.
It's not just guns.
Fu Anan took out the grenade prepared by Fu Yizhi, and his little finger pulled out the safety and threw it towards the place with the most people.
Fu Anan leaned over, and all the bullets on the opposite side flew towards her.
The arm was slashed by a bullet, and blood quickly soaked a sleeve.
The next moment, the downstairs began to explode.
Fu Anan can't shoot a gun, and throwing a grenade with his eyes closed is particularly accurate.
Relying on one person, he suppressed the progress of hundreds of people.
Fu Anan didn't dare to look behind at this time, and he didn't dare to think about why Fu Yizhi hadn't come up yet.
Mechanically and numbly, kill anyone below
In an hour and a half, the number of people on the opposite side was a third less.
Both sides did not hold on until 11:30 p.m
The moment of suffocation is approaching, and the talents below have dispersed.
But Fu Anan knows that this is certainly not the end.
Holding the gun, Fu Anan leaned against the wall and gasped, not even having time to drink his saliva, and quickly turned around and went downstairs.
panicked to make sure Fu Yizhi was okay