The textile factory was blown to pieces by a suicide attack by rats, although the main building was intact and the load-bearing walls said it could still hold up, but the wires and network cables were all broken, and the empty factory was unlit and shrouded in dust, and even the human figure could not be seen clearly five meters away.

The killers who are still alive are like frightened birds at this moment, with painful moans in their buzzing ears, and horror written on their gray faces, no different from ordinary people.

Firefox and Wesley entered from the window, and after being slightly familiar with the surrounding environment, they fired continuously, and their accurate marksmanship instantly took the lives of more than a dozen killers.

The killers in the factory began to fight back, using looms as cover, and soon formed a line of defense.

The two sides began to exchange fire!

Wesley leaned against the cement pillar, his heart accelerating more than 400 beats per minute, and the dense gunfire made him lose his sense of proportion, but instead provided him with accurate positioning.

There are still a lot of killers, as long as they still have guns in their hands, they are deadly existences that cannot be ignored, but Wesley did not panic at all, there was a big gap between these people and him, so big that in slow motion, both sides were not at the same frequency.

With a flick of his arm, a bullet flew out in an arc, hitting a killer hiding behind the loom. The fire fox on the side was no less impressive, holding the gun in both hands and firing the bow left and right, and when he heard the footsteps approaching, he took out a grenade and threw it against the ground.

Rumble!

After the screams, the killers who were intent on stepping forward flinched.

Killers are killers after all, they are used to being alone, and they can't be expected to make a tacit tactical cooperation, if they are given the opportunity to assassinate one by one, they can kill a platoon of special forces, but if the two sides face off and have a head-on conflict, they will be beaten to the point that they don't even have a chance to call Dad.

Sometimes, the number of people is not the basis for winning or losing!

The repairman panted and lay on the edge of the loom, in an awkward position, but he had to do so to save his life. The two intruders were heavily armed and dressed like SWAT officers, but the repairman recognized one of them as Wesley at a glance, and the other was probably Firefox.

The repairman didn't understand why Firefox would betray the Brotherhood, but now was not the time to think about it, and he knew very well that both of them had the ability to shoot in an arc, and they didn't shoot out of the blue.

The repairman straightened the revolver in his hand, looked at the corpses around him, and began to consider the feasibility of surviving. At that moment, a crisp clanging sound rolled down in front of his face, and he froze after just one look.

Grenade!

"Shit!"

These two words are the last words of the repairman, who survived the explosion of the grenade in the face, that is the treatment of the protagonist and hanging B, he is just a small supporting role with a few lines, and he received the lunch on the spot.

The sudden explosion woke up the others, there were many people in the place where the repairman had just been lying on his stomach, a grenade was almost wiped out, and those who did not die lost the ability to continue fighting.

Just as the killers wondered where the grenade was coming from, another flashbang appeared in their sights......

Rumble!!!

Because of the dust and the large space in which the long hair grows, the power of the flashbang explosion is reduced, but it is enough to blind their dog's eyes.

The killers fell in pain with their heads in their hands, snot and tears flowed all over the ground, and their ears were temporarily deaf, and they all lost the ability to resist.

Russell strode out with the M4A1 in his arms and strafed back and forth at the killers rolling all over the ground, without aiming, pulling the trigger until the magazine ran out.

Da! Da! Da! Da! Da———

Emptying the magazine, Russell beckoned to Wesley, who was probing his brain, and suddenly, the alarm bell in his heart shook, and the danger prediction that was about to evolve into a skill alerted him that there was someone behind him.

Russell didn't even think about it, and fell to the ground with a flying pounce, only to hear a gunshot and a bullet flying over his head.

A killer who was shot in the leg, because the cat was in the corner, was lucky enough to dodge the rounds of grenades and flashbangs.

The moment Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington M870 behind him, and after a gunshot, the lucky killer was directly blown out.

Hit by a shotgun, there is no possibility of survival, no matter how thick the body armor is!

Russell didn't even need to refill the gun, patted the dust off his body, and gestured to Wesley again. The killers in the factory have almost been cleaned up, and then it's time to go to the second and third floors, just like clearing the boss and beating the boss, Sloan is in the innermost office on the third floor.

As for the top floor, it was the room where the Loom of Destiny was housed, and the entire floor was used for the loom, and no one was allowed to enter it except with Sloan's permission.

Wesley prepares to meet Russell, but doesn't want to turn around, so Firefox walks down the stairs beside him to the second floor. Wesley decisively ignored Russell, was physically very honest, and followed according to his will.

Russell: "......"

The second floor is the dining room, dormitory and other areas, which have been damaged by rat bombs to a very low extent, and Russell estimates that there are many killers lurking inside.

Sure enough, after Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, a fierce firefight broke out instantly.

Leading the killers is the gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood, who is the most proficient at playing with guns of all the killers. The play here refers to the transformation, and Firefox's modified M1911 pistol is from his handiwork, and whenever someone in the fraternity asks for it, the gunsmith can complete it, and transform the pistol to their satisfaction.

The gunsmith is very skilled in this area, he knows the performance of all guns, especially pistols, which is not something that can be done with hard work, but can be called talented.

God is fair, and if you open a window, you will surely weld the door to death. Therefore, the gunsmith is good at playing with pistols, but his talent in shooting is very mediocre.

The gunsmith's favourite pistol was the M1911 pistol, and he also used a modified version with a muzzle device and a scope to make up for his lack of shooting talent.

When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group of people on the second floor and waited for the intruders to arrive.

In the face of the killers' semi-automatic firepower, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to return fire with small pistols, and submachine guns came in handy, and in the not too wide corridor on the second floor, submachine guns were king.

Russell went down the stairs to the second floor, listened to the fierce gunshots, and decisively went up to the third floor, believing that Wesley and Firefox would be enough to deal with each other, so he didn't bother to make trouble.

On the way to the third floor, Russell took the time to look at the system interface, just now he heard a 'ding' sound, but he didn't have time to look at it.

The system informed him that he came into contact with the plot character 'Repairman', which triggered the lottery and had a chance to draw a lottery.

"Good luck, but when did I get in touch with the repairman?"

Russell was not impressed, and he did not open the lottery, and he still has a Wesley's character card, as well as a 'bullet time' skill card, plus sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, which is enough to deal with the next battle.

The Brotherhood's demise was a foregone conclusion, and there was no chance of turning back when the rats charged, and Russell only had to take out Sloan to complete the mission, which he was confident he could do.

"I'm on the third floor, be careful not to let Sloan escape, if you find him, don't shoot, leave it to me!"

This was said to the cross, and Russell was afraid that Sloan would run away and be sniped, so he would be busy in vain.

The cross reminded: "Be careful, although the old guy is old and his strength has regressed a lot, his ability to shoot in an arc is still there." ”

"An old man who has gained notoriety for sexual harassment, has been in prison for forty years, and has almost put himself in prison, what is there to be afraid of!" Russell said teasing words that only he could understand.

"What!?"

"I mean, as long as he doesn't make a cameo appearance as God, everything is fine!"

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【Street Diary】

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