Chapter 14: Pull the trigger

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"Whew~"

The wind stirred up gusts of sand, which was not uncommon in the vicinity of the desert. At this moment, this empty and abandoned city seems to be occupied by the wind and sand. The thick layer of sand flooded the ground and even poured into some of the buildings.

Oh oh oh, I was wrong. It's not empty, there's one more, one here. She has eyes sharper than an eagle soaring in the sky, and the sniper rifle on her back and the firearm on her body indicate that she is not easy to mess with. But at this time, she was watching closely, watching the sun slowly setting down the mountain.

As the sun set, she stood up. Her keen sight and keen hearing told her that tonight was going to be a sleepless night, because it was too noisy and too dangerous. At the same time, their favorite is human flesh.

"Buzzing ——————"

A cloud of black fog obscured the light of the newly rising moon, and it brought with it a noisy hum. If you hear a little more keenly, a little more carefully, you can even hear the sound of their mouthparts rubbing. Because they were so excited, they smelled their favorite smell in this dry place.

Delicious human flesh, sweet blood.

"Buzz buzz —————— bump!"

A tongue of fire erupted from the sniper rifle she had been carrying on her back, along with a scorching bullet.

The bullet shattered one of their heads, followed by several of them. In a moment of confusion, a bullet shattered the head of one of their companions, killing several others.

"Buzz!! ————"They're angry!" Angry! A swarm of bees rushed towards the humans who could only be used as food but had resistance!

She smiled slightly, and in this moment, there was hideousness and sarcasm.

Without stopping, she quickly put the sniper rifle back on her back, pulled out two desert eagles from a little below her waist, and fired a gorgeous fourteen shots.

It's infinite, but it's good to be like that. ’

Guns and bullets are probably the most important things for a gunslinger. And there are habits that a gunner can't develop, such as wanting to use a gun with unlimited bullets.

Now that I have what I wanted most, I can't rely on it, get used to it. It's ridiculous. ’

As she thought so, she had jumped from the tallest building to the top of another building. Because behind her are a bunch of crazy monster bugs who love human flesh and blood the most.

Roll, draw the gun, pull the trigger, shoot through the head - that's it, it's that simple.

Thousands of insects no longer attacked in a swarm, but divided into dozens of waves of small black clouds, flying towards her from different directions.

'I hate bugs, I hate smart bugs, I hate bugs that eat human flesh. I hate bugs who have intelligence and eat human flesh the most!! She cursed in her heart, and when she turned around, dozens of bullets were rounded.

'I'm not used to guns with infinite bullets, but desert eagles with infinite bullets. Making good use of every firearm is also the character of a good gunman. It's like a good. 、The child faces the same as different guests。 ’

Rough words, 'wild' movements, and fiery personality may be the best words to describe her. But these are only comments made by living people.

Because most of her enemies are already dead. If the dead were to make a comment, their answer would be: a chilling look, a cold firearm, a scorching bullet.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands.

She fought for four hours without stopping. She took the smallest steps, pulled the most efficient trigger, and pierced every head that could be shot.

The bugs started with madness, rage. After the anxious, helpless. And now to the ...... Fear, fear. In just 4 hours, the remaining bugs have experienced the negative emotions given to them by their less developed brains.

But they didn't give up, they were still attacking, attacking. Because they believed that the terrible enemy in front of them would be gnawed away by him. While they don't know where they come from, they also don't know how their enemies kill their fellows. But they know that as long as they can gnaw the flesh and blood of the enemy in front of them, they can become stronger and faster.

Sha Ying smiled, she kept laughing. She seems to have found the feeling she had when she was called a 'vulture' or a 'death scythe'. That feeling of sending an enemy out of Hell with one shot at a time.

Now, my name is Sand Hawk. ’

'My name is Sand Hawk, yes, Sand Hawk. Because you're all chicks. ’

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…… Update two chapters today.,Although they're only more than 1K.,But it still adds up to 3K.。 So the officials, just give some collections? Money? Don't leave a message, little K is lonely~~......

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