This is in the depths of the self-defense army shelter? Simon's first instinct was to retreat to the stairwell, and Simon didn't know how he had ended up inside the SDF base, and the only weapons he carried with him were a holster, a revolver, and a tungsten steel dagger stuck in the shaft of his boot.

Simon's exhalation trembled slightly, and he prayed that he would not break his ribs and not puncture his chest organs or anything else, otherwise all that awaited him would be organ failure and massive hemorrhage, which was still extremely fatal before the war. But Simon had to deal with the increasingly bullying Self-Defense Forces first.

Simon tried to divert his attention to a whole self-defense army that was going to advance towards the blasted gate stairwell, Simon couldn't probe to observe, he could only judge by the sound of footsteps that this was a standard team, the most important thing was that Simon was unavoidable, there was a dead end on the right, Simon was the only way to go, they were going to climb from this stairwell!

Damn it! Simon scolded secretly, just pulling out the revolver affected the injury, and he gasped in pain, and counted six Magnum bullets in the bullet nest, even if it was one at a time, in the end, he had to play hand-to-hand combat in this state? Martial arts experts can handle a hit three, but a hit six? The enemy launched a fierce attack, and in a small area such as the staircase, which lacked room for maneuver, it was enough to rush forward with the blade together, and it was enough to press it down.

Simon's head quickly skipped several methods of surrender, playing dead, and camouflage, but all of them were vetoed. The war has developed to this day, and there is no need to keep prisoners and play dead? A dead crusader appeared in the empty and wide stairwell, and it was a sane soldier who had to make up for a shot, disguised? Unless there's an optical camouflage net!

So Simon kissed the heat dissipation ribs of the python's revolver, a tungsten steel dagger in his left hand, and a plate in both hands.

"Knock, knock, knock." Leather boots treading the vault's carefully paved self-lit walkway. "Congressman Madoff has brought back the D2 Crusaders! Now we're on the counteroffensive! Someone said.

Before turning the staircase, a dagger spat out from the shadow poison snake, instantly stabbing the throat of the vanguard marching side by side in two or two, Simon pulled the knife self-defense army with bulging eyes for a moment, dragged it to the front of him, and the left wheel slammed into fire, and the head of the side by side soldier was ripe and exploded like a watermelon.

One.

Simon did not hesitate to turn on the short-acting long-term AATS overload, one to three speed difference, the mind consciousness is still thinking normally, but the movements around the body are three times slower, leaving enough time to think about fine-tuning the range of action, two more shots, the two self-defense soldiers on the right side of the eyes just crooked their eyes and immediately fell back.

Although the Python revolver is extremely powerful, the rate of fire is far inferior to that of submachine guns with fully automatic modes such as Glock and CZ75, and even semi-automatic pistols such as M9 and MP443 are also very inferior.

Three shots.

Simon immediately pushed the severed throat of the Self-Defense Army, slammed into the gun line of the friendly soldier next to him, a string of bullets hit the top plate and ricocheted again, Simon's muzzle pointed at the gun and did not waste a minute or a second, he directly let go of the staggering but close Self-Defense Army, with a flick of his wrist, two more Magnum hit the right hand side to maintain a forward posture, froze in slow motion to aim at the end of the rifle soldier.

Five rounds.

Like a hurricane blowing across the rugged shore, the eardrums hissed, Simon retreated and hid at the staircase, allowing five to be killed and wounded in an instant, and the remaining four self-defense soldiers continued to strafe the hiding wall. Simon smiled bitterly, there was still a bullet in the bullet nest, and there were still four enemies, if he was now in full physical strength, he could still fight to the death with the help of the complex and towering terrain of the stairwell, but he couldn't even run at the moment, how could he talk about extreme sports with high-intensity physical exertion?

Sixth ......

The soldier with his throat slit-throat struggled to crawl towards his companion, while the friendly soldiers grabbed his backpack and dragged it in, while the three SDF men kept two of them firing each other and one of them changing ammunition to make sure that the attacker was not given any chance. The fourth Self-Defense Army took out a first-aid needle that looked like a real shelter before the war and injected it into the throat-cutting soldier's body, but it was too late, the clotting factor prevented the arterial blood loss but could not suture the severed trachea, and within a minute, the throat-cutting soldier squeaked and died with a purple face.

Seeing the living comrades-in-arms die in their arms, the self-defense army roared and took a step under cover, a few steps away. When Simon saw the figure, he couldn't bear the AATS overload stress and had to endure it, and the shortest effect was one to two The speed difference, Simon dodged

The enemy locked his throat and slapped his palm, tripped and retracted his calf, and with the help of force, he sent the enemy to the stairwell and fell into the mud, and subconsciously raised his hand and shot it.

Sixth shot.

The bomb nest is empty.

"If I were to die here today, I would be ready." Simon whispered, he had said this countless times, under the ruins of the Fallen Church in Königsberg, he was facing an entire battalion of Imperial infantry, he had the equipment of the whole team, and the blood of his comrades was the best disguise to flicker him like a ghost in the void. Narvik Ice, a blizzard mech of landslides and tsunamis, with an exoskeleton and a ranger waiting for him.

At the moment, he has nothing.

"Ceasefire! Cease fire! "Orders were heard from behind the SDF, and the gunfire stopped.

"Sir! There's a crusader ahead! He killed five of us! "Anger made people forget the order in which their superiors and subordinates spoke, and the officer who came from behind took out his pistol and looked around." Then you guys go ahead! ”

"Sir, Mr. Speaker asks you to take control of the battle as soon as possible." The guards on the side reminded the officers who drew their pistols as if they were about to fight.

"Of course I do." The officer blew on the muzzle. "Am I just going?" The pistol suddenly fell into the guard's temple, and the "bang" shot killed the guard on the spot, and before the two guards behind him could react, the officer held the rifle in the guard's hand with his backhand, pulled the trigger, and swept everyone down with a shuttle, even if the rifle fired, the pistol held by the officer in his right hand was also aimed at the three Self-Defense Army soldiers who were pressing Simon step by step.

"What a headache little guy." The officer casually dropped the assault rifle, the green smoke was still there, and he stepped over the corpses of the Self-Defense Forces lying all over the place, and the Self-Defense Forces who were suddenly shot in their backs had not yet lost their breath, and looked at the officers incredulously.

"It's a pity." The boots with the branded steel palms stepped down fiercely, and the self-defense army that might take a long time to lose its breath was exploded, and once the survival instinct of human beings was activated, no one could have expected the bottom line.

Simon was sensitive, only to hear the gunfire again, mixed with a strange sound in between, followed by a chaotic shouting and fighting, and after a few seconds, only the lingering buzz in Simon's ears remained.

"Safe, you can come out." Someone said.

Simon didn't answer.

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. m.