"The sniper is in place, what's going on over there?"

The cross touched the in-ear micro-walkie-talkie, at this time he was more than 2 kilometers away from the No. 17 textile factory, even a top sniper, it is impossible to hit every shot at this distance, but the cross can, he has a lot of adrenaline, in terms of sniping, the farther away the more accurate.

The attack was not timed at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and night would only cause trouble, after all, Textile Factory 17 was the territory of the Brotherhood, and they were more familiar with the terrain.

The cross was facing the textile mill, and all the vantage points were within his range, which was the best position he had determined after many investigations, and there were no sniper points around him that could threaten him.

In the scope, the garbage truck drove over the bridge and came to the gate of the textile mill.

"No problem, the rats are already in place!" Firefox sat in the passenger seat and replied coldly.

"Be careful, it will take a lot of time for the rats to storm the mill, and you will be met with a wave of fire during this time. Try not to shoot, I'll cover you so you don't run out of ammo later. ”

This is the style of the cross, if you can snipe, you don't have a handjob, if you can fight, you don't have melee hand-to-hand combat, and if you can do melee combat, you will never BB.

"Understood!"

Firefox replied and nodded to Wesley, who reversed and slammed into the textile mill gate.

When the garbage truck appeared, the Brotherhood killers noticed something unusual, and many of them pushed open the small windows and looked down. Each of them was a killer and was very vigilant, but because all of them were killers, they never thought that someone would take the initiative to attack here.

Rumble!!!

The door of the textile factory was smashed open, and the killers looked at the reckless garbage truck, and then they woke up like a dream, and they picked up the guy in their hands and aimed downward.

Wesley parked in the right place, with the driver's seat stuck in the door, covered by the terrain. From the city wall, there is a blind spot on the inside of the gate, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck is not something that ordinary bullets can penetrate.

Sloan looked through the window to see the garbage truck below, and at his command, dozens of firing points began to pour ammunition downwards, all semi-automatic rifles.

Suddenly, Sloane sensed a palpitation of death, and he didn't want to fall to the ground.

A scream rang out from the roof, and the corpse fell, making Sloane's face twitch as he passed through the window, and when the muffled sound of the ground came out, it made his heart feel even colder.

"Damn the cross!"

Sloane, through the shadow of the wall, exited the dangerous window and was located in the office on the third floor, where the safest room of Mill 17 was located. He was the leader and was in charge of conveying the instructions of the loom, rather than fighting the invaders with a gun.

Sloan thought a lot, but he didn't expect the cross to be bold enough to attack, the contrast between the advantages and disadvantages of the number was too obvious, and anyone who knew a little about addition and subtraction would not choose to do so.

He recalled the members who were on a mission in order to expand the search area to find the cross, and now he regretted it a little, and he should have acted sooner.

Firefox pressed a button, opened the enclosed compartment of the garbage truck, and pushed thousands of rats off the car as if it were taking out garbage.

Because of the dense gunfire, the rats had already squeaked in fright, and as they were pushed out of the car, they immediately scattered in all directions. The vast space did not give them peace of mind, but the dark textile factory seemed to be extremely safe, so they ran away.

Looking at these rats, the killers of the Brotherhood were a little uneasy, and several of them were smart people who knew the 'pesticides', realized the danger of these rats, and began to shoot at them.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom......

The merry sniper of the cross begins, and in the state of bullet time, sniping the figure in the wall or window is a breeze.

Realizing that the enemy has snipers, the killers also pick up their sniper rifles and aim, but when they look through the scope and see that the snipers are two kilometers away, they are all stunned.

It's too far, beyond their reach!

Boom! Boom! Bang ————

After a few more shots, no one dared to show their heads again.

In the small gate inside the city wall, more than a dozen killers rushed out with guns, and they wanted to kill Wesley on the garbage truck, because of the high wall, they didn't have to worry about being hit by a sniper rifle.

The logic was smooth, but he didn't take a few steps before he was forced back by Firefox and Wesley, who were standing against the crack in the door, and the grenades thrown by Wesley. After two explosions, the heroic unlucky ones were all seriously injured by shrapnel, and in a short time they were killed.

The explosion of the grenade made the killers dare not move, and the rats were even more irritated, and they all ran into the textile factory.

Soon, cursing and gunfire erupted in the mill, and the rats were stimulated to run wildly, spreading like a virus. If it were an ordinary mouse, it would naturally not make the killers' faces change drastically, but the rat with a watch-type time bomb strapped to its back is different.

More and more killers are devoting themselves to the cause of rat eradication, and rats are all over the corner, coupled with the large number, so that the killers begin to cry in despair.

Killing a rat is not the same as defusing a bomb, and looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile mill is even more chaotic.

Time is too short to defuse the bomb!

Forced by the desire to survive, some people began to storm the gate, only to be blown back by Firefox and Wesley, and the killers who fought back from the window were named one by one by the cross.

The impregnable castle has become a coffin with no way back at the moment, and when they hang up, they can find a priest to bury!

As the minutes ticked by, Firefox listened to the desperate wails in the textile mill, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

There are many people in the textile mill who have been deceived by Sloan like her, who consider themselves assassins of fate to fight for world peace, and who have become Sloan's accomplices in profiting without knowing it.

In all fairness, these people are innocent, they are just victims.

But Firefox's faith made her heart extremely cold, these killers were innocent, and the people they killed were not. How many happy families have been torn apart by this, and how many children are weeping at the graves of their parents, these killers may not know, but they are already sinners.

"It's time!"

Firefox looked at his watch and lay on the ground with his head in his hands at the same time as Wesley.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Boom ————

Dense explosions rang out throughout the mill, almost at the same time, and in an instant all the glass was shattered, and screams and wails echoed in the smoke and dust.

The mill was a living hell, with the dust kicked up reducing visibility, and the ground was littered with parts of the loom from the explosion, but more often than not, broken limbs and dark red blood stains.

The power of the watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile mill to such a terrible state, but the special ingredient in peanut butter is different, and the power of the explosion when heated is not blown.

Those who were killed by the explosion were lucky not to die of excessive blood loss in pain, and those who lacked arms and legs, or who had wooden thorns and metal parts stuck in their bodies, were miserable. They are running out of time, they can't wait for an ambulance, and even if they wait for an ambulance, so many wounded people can't be saved.

"It's okay to act, the plan is going well, you have to be careful next, it's hard for me to provide cover for you."

Cross looked at the scope with a flash of pleasure in his eyes, and he continued to snipe to prevent anyone from escaping from the mill. Based on what he knew about the members of the Brotherhood, if someone really took advantage of the chaos to escape, it would be Sloane.

"Roger!"

Wesley replied, he took a deep breath, his heartbeat instantly accelerating, and he entered a bullet time state. But when he turned around, the fire fox had already rushed out first, and he was so frightened that he hurried to follow.

The two of them burst through the main gate and leaped through the blown out window, their nerves firing beyond the limits of humans, their minds being active and able to quickly analyze information from their senses, and their brains relaying instructions as fast as they could, killing anyone who still had the ability to resist.

At the same time, Russell also burst in through the back door, and the plan was to attack back and forth, and clean up the textile factory, that is, the hall on the first floor.

When Russell broke in, the enemy in front of him was blocking Wesley and Firefox, looking at the figures with their backs to him, Russell threw a grenade and fell into a crowded area, while the rest picked up the M4A1 and began to strafe.

Of course, before that, he threw a flashbang!