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The doors and windows of those houses, the cracks of buildings, the vents of cellars, and the branches and leaves of locust trees were all about black muzzles peeking out secretly, aiming at the people who rushed into the stronghold, shooting mercilessly.

In the haze of the light mist, ordinary people could not grasp the figures of the four supernatural beings at all, and the hidden gunman could only aimlessly pour out the bullets of the guns in his hands into the mist.

Despite this, the bullets formed a dense network of bullets, and the four of them had to hope that they would have a bad luck and be unscathed in the rain of bullets.

Among all of them, Xing Chu has the best kung fu and the best body skills, he runs first, and has already included the hidden gunman in the attack range of his ability.

Darts floated out of his clothes and circled around him like flying saucers.

He began to keep an eye out for the surrounding buildings and other obstacles, looking for the position to find out the muzzle of the gun, and then the dart flew towards the target of the attack without any shot, under the command of his mind.

In a small two-story building, a black-clad gunman with a machine gun kept firing, although it didn't seem to hit anyone and achieved any effect, but the tension and tyranny in his heart kept venting out with the bullets, which made him feel very good.

As long as they can kill all the invaders here, they can all be richly rewarded: five male slaves, five female slaves, and enough supplies to survive in the last days for a month, all of whom already dream of a carefree and happy life after this battle.

It has been proven countless times that the Adept are also afraid of bullets, and the stronghold is now full of armed men armed with guns, a full 400 of them!

This stronghold has been carefully designed and modified for the battle to come, and the various firing points are positioned just enough to form a dense network of bullets, enough to strangle any poor, unsuspecting intruder!

It's a win!

Kill them all!

He continued to strafe frantically, not noticing that an inconspicuous piece of black metal had crept through a small hole in the wall, turned a sharp curve, and pierced into the center of his neck.

At that moment, his heart was extremely shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out the metal piece on his neck.

However, unexpectedly, the metal piece tied to the neck began to spontaneously rotate.

The effect is like a chainsaw spinning and cutting around his neck.

"Sting, stinging, stinging"!

Immediately flesh flew from his neck.

The blood vessels have been severed!

The esophagus is cut!

The trachea was cut!

With the flesh that flew out, the strength in his body began to drain with it, and the machine gun in his hand fell off his hand, and his knees weakened, first kneeling, and then falling.

He tilted his head to one side with great difficulty, and his eyes widened like fish, wondering what had attacked him, and was about to ruin his long-awaited happiness and plunge his sinful life into darkness.

Finally, he saw it!

It was a black dart, like one of the plum darts in movies and TV shows, and it flew out of its neck and out of the hole in the wall again along the same route it had come.

His mind seemed to be attached to the dart as well, and as it flew out, and following the dart, he saw the man who had killed him.

It was a tall, military vest with a beard, and his eyes looked focused, serious, and murderous.

He saw a lot of bloodstained, flesh-frothed darts flying back to the man, and at the same time, many of the darts left the man's body and flew in different directions.

It turns out that what happened to him is not accidental, and there are many similar plots being played out in various parts of the base at the same time.

This supernatural is so strong...

......

Xing Chu seems to have returned to his time of service, to the operation of attacking a group of militants.

The same small village like this one, the same ubiquitous, gun-wielding militants.

It's just that at that time, I wasn't a stranger.

It's just that at that time, I was still a young man who had not been debuting for a long time, young and clumsy.

At that time, there were many seniors who took care of themselves and sacrificed their precious lives to protect themselves.

At this time, he has to fulfill his responsibilities as a leader, and in order to protect his companions, he will try to kill as many enemies as possible with his abilities.

He took the skills he learned as a special forces soldier to the extreme, keenly finding dead spots near every building to dodge bullets, and then using his ability to control darts to kill hidden gunmen.

His efficiency was higher than that of Luo Wen, Nangong and Zeng Zihang combined, and he killed more people, and the darts drilled into the gunner's side from various strange directions, harvesting the lives of the enemy.

This method was extremely depleting to Xing Chu's physical strength, mental strength, and ability, and after clearing out most of the gunmen in his stronghold with this method, he had almost reached his limit.

At this time, the morning fog was about to dissipate, and the gunpowder smoke had already filled the void after the morning fog had dissipated, and the stronghold was like a fairyland on earth full of the shadow of death.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Xing Chu, who was greatly reduced in speed and exhausted, was finally caught by the other party with his shadow.

At the same time more than 20 machine guns were aimed at him, and then, shoot!

Tongues of fire shoot out a dense rain of bullets!

"Da da"!

Xing Chu was no longer able to dodge this round of bullets by moving quickly.

At this time, he used the last of his abilities to build a strong line of defense.

Hundreds of darts fit together to form a semi-circular shield against the speeding bullets.

"Ding Ding"!

Countless bullets crashed into the darts like a tinkling of spring water.

The shield formed by the dart is like a balloon, constantly being squeezed, dented and popping out.

Although Xing Chu, who was behind the shield, was not injured, he was very uncomfortable.

He knew that his ability was about to fail, and with the constant onslaught of bullets, it would undoubtedly come sooner.

When the ability fails, the darts fall to the ground, exposing your body to a hail of bullets and shooting into a hornet's nest.

In the end, not only did the revenge fail, but there were a few new blood feuds between him and Zhan Yi, did he still have to die here?

"Boss Xing! Hold on! We're here to help! ”

Behind him, the voices of his comrades were finally heard.