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With the death of the Purple Gold Fan Group member named "Great Heat", K5 entered a berserk state again, and before he could use it for himself, he killed a gray and white class member. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only remaining member of the purple gold class named "Xiao Xia" no longer has any hope of holding the base, intending to activate the self-destruction system.

However, the arrival of a special commander reinvigorated the confidence of the purple gold man, and he planned to resist again, in the face of the absolute power of the special officer, these young people who came out of nowhere had no possibility of winning at all.

However, things have changed again, seeing that the special officer is about to kill the knife-wielding man who controls the zombie in a short time, but someone has appeared again, and this person's marksmanship has reached a staggering level.

Xiao Xia's confidence couldn't help but be shaken again.

"Hey, Masked Man! Don't get distracted! Hei Ming's face was cold, and he smashed his fist under the ribs of the purple gold man, making a loud bang.

"As you wish!" Xiao Xia snorted coldly, swung his fist away from Hei Ming's attack, and then suddenly turned an elbow and smashed into Hei Ming's chest.

Blood flowed from the corners of Hei Ming's mouth, but he still stared at his eyes full of battle intent and smashed back with a punch.

"Xiao Hei, the 'snail ears' that your master begged Lao Lu to create for you are not for you to eavesdrop on the girls' whispers." At the entrance to the parking lot, the short, thin man with a stubble on his chin shouted, "Use your brains and listen to your opponent's 'movements'!" ”

"Listen, action?" Hei Ming was completely stunned, but unexpectedly fell into a flaw again, and was smashed by Xiao Xia's punch, Hei Ming could only block it with his cross arm, and couldn't help but take three steps back, while dissolving the force, he also temporarily distanced himself from Xiao Xia, so as not to be suppressed by Xiao Xia's series of attacks.

"How do you listen to the action?" Hei Ming knew that the man would not say a useless word to himself, he must be teaching himself something, but he hadn't understood it yet.

Here, Bai Sakura looked at the door of the garage, showing a hint of panic, hurriedly raised her gun to shoot, and roared at the same time: "Master! ”

"Master, it's okay." The middle-aged man replied.

"Is it really okay?" A black shadow flashed, and the face of the special commander appeared on the middle-aged man's side, and a knife slashed into the middle-aged man's neck like lightning.

The middle-aged man's face was serious, but he was not alarmed, only to see his body twisted, and at the same time holding a rifle in both hands, like a stick, he slashed towards his side.

The speed of the special officer is extremely fast, and the speed of the middle-aged man is not slow.

The cut knife fell short with the middle-aged man's sharp turn and slipped from the man's chest, but the woman changed in the middle of the way, pushed her palm, and slammed it on the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man's gun did not hit the woman, but forced the woman to lean back a little. As the middle-aged man was hit in the chest, he snorted, took two steps back, and then in a very strange posture, raised the gun with both hands above his head, and shot suddenly, and it was accurately shot at the woman's chest.

The woman's figure flashed, like a swimming snake, in an S shape, and suddenly pursued the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped shooting again, the palm of his left hand was deliberately loosened and retracted, the position of his hand slid down, and he grabbed the front end of the gun barrel with both hands, and slammed it out as a stick again.

"Do you really think a gunslinger will be dead when he gets close?" The middle-aged man snorted and slashed the gun in his hand.

Unexpectedly, the woman flew up and kicked the middle-aged man's gun, kicking him out of her hand.

"A gunman was approached..."The woman was still in front of the middle-aged man when she spoke, but in the second half of the sentence, she suddenly came to the man's side, and the voice continued: "It's just a dead word." ”

The woman lifted her leg and slammed her knee into the man's abdomen.

"I can't stand it with such affection." The middle-aged man was hit in the abdomen, but he used his feet again to pull away the distance, and then two sleeve real pistols came into the man's hand from the sleeve, and he hooked the trigger.

Three bullets were fired from each shot, which directly forced back the woman who was culled again, and two bullets successfully hit two more wounds on the woman's body.

"Do you think a gunslinger is a gun?" The middle-aged man actually threw away the sleeve pistol in his hands as he spoke, because there were no bullets in it, and then he quickly pulled out two silver pistols from behind his waist and shot at the woman again.

However, as he spoke, blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth, and it seemed that the woman's knee hit had also caused a lot of damage.

"Senior, do you need to help?" Su Qi, who was watching the battle from the side, asked.

The middle-aged man kept shooting in his hand, and he still had the strength to smile and said: "This woman is very strong, but I can handle it..."

"Okay, I'll help them." Su Qi turned and rushed to Hei Ming's side.

"it!" The middle-aged man scolded in his heart: "Are young people so upright now? Hold back what I'm going to say next, 'It would be easier if you took a hand!' ”

"Your face is full of regret, did you foresee your own death!?" In the interval between the man's change of magazine, the special officer bullied and pressed again and kicked the man.

The man's eyes were fixed on the woman's movements, his feet did not stop, his waist twisted, and he tried his best to dodge the woman's legs like wind and lightning. However, his hands are changing the magazine very flexibly, and it does not affect the other movements of the body at all.

The man dodged to the wall, and when he saw the woman kicking him, the man suddenly leaned over and rolled, and the woman's feet swept over the wall, and the strong foot wind swept down a layer of wall skin, and this position was about one meter six from the ground.

"The toughness is good, and the kick is quite high." The man joked and opened fire.

The woman Huo Ran flew up and kicked on the wall on one side, and then her body volleyed into the air, and her feet swept towards the man one after the other.

The first kick was in the man's left forearm, causing the man to drop the pistol again, while the second kick was directly in the man's shoulder, sending him to the side.

"When I play in that position, it's not that I can only play that high, it's just because you're that high." As she spoke, the woman raised her leg and kicked the man again, kicking the man half-to his knees.

"What do you mean, you mean I'm short?" The man was half-kneeling on the ground, but he unhurriedly stroked the glasses that were about to fall off with his left hand, which did not hold the gun, and a cold light flashed on the glasses.

"Hmph, dwarf, die!" The woman swept in again, slashing through a phantom like a knife and an axe, and slashed at the man's neck.

"Ba Po, I hate it, others, say Lao Tzu, short!"

Bang bang!

The man remained in a half-kneeling position, his right hand was still holding a silver pistol, but for some reason, what he was holding at this time was a black large-caliber pistol, he turned the head of the gun, I don't know what means he used, and in an instant, he shot eight bullets in a flash.

It's hard to tell if there were eight shots, four shots, or... Only one sound?

Because the interval between these eight bullets is so short that it is difficult to distinguish it by the human ear. God knows how this pistol managed to shoot eight bullets in less than a second, and God knows how the man with the gun did it.

These eight bullets all hit one place, that is, the knee of the leg that the woman swept over.

Of course, that leg, broken.

The severed calf slammed weakly into the man's shoulder, and the man slowly stood up and threw away the large-caliber black pistol that was no longer bullets, but he touched the back of his neck with his left hand and his right hand across the outside of his thigh, and then he held a pistol in each hand.

He pointed his guns at the woman who had broken a leg and fell to the ground, and it was difficult to return to the sky, and said: "I just wanted to say that it is difficult for a ruthless woman like you to find a husband, but I didn't expect you to be a robot, well, it's not unexpected, it should be said that I expected it a long time ago." ”

The man glanced at the severed leg that had fallen from the ground, and at the point of the break, some metal skeletons and electrical wires could be seen, and sparks were splashed on them.

There was also a flash of metallic light in the other parts of the woman's guns, and some deviations from the trunk were just bleeding, and it was obvious that the woman should be a cyborg, which could also be called a modified person.

The woman glared at the man, as if to say something.

Bang bang!

Another barrage of gunshots rang out, and God knows how many more bullets the man fired in the blink of an eye.

"In order to prevent you from blowing yourself up, or some information coming out on the radio, I don't plan to listen to anything more." The middle-aged man smoked from the muzzle of the pistol in his left hand, but the pistol in his right hand had not been fired at all.

The man threw away the pistol in his left hand, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then raised his right hand, hooked the trigger, and a flame burst out and lit the cigarette.

"Ah, Master, didn't the captain tell you not to carry a pistol and lighter, in case something goes wrong at a critical moment." Bai Sakura, who was wearing special glasses, rushed over, a little out of breath, but she was instantly relieved to see that her master was safe.

"Don't you think it's cool to end this way?" The man touched the stubble on his chin and quietly wiped the blood off his chin.

"It's hard to win." Bai Sakura pursed her mouth, she naturally knew her master better than anyone else. Then seeing the three pistols thrown on the ground and the rifle in the distance, Bai Sakura touched her head and said, "Don't you want these guns?" ”

"How is it possible, they are all good guns." The man put the pistol-shaped lighter into a hidden pocket on the side of his thigh and said, "Pick them all up for the teacher." ”

"Okay." Shirakura didn't object to her master's orders, but judging from her facial expression, there should be a pair of white eyes under her glasses.

"If you're cool, you're cool, what kind of gun do you always throw." Bai Sakura muttered, then glanced at the woman on the ground who had many holes in her forehead and neck, and asked, "Master, who is this woman?" How do you say that people can't find their husbands? ”

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, a poor person whose joy and anger are not under his control." ”

And the woman lying on the ground, a second before the death signal came to her mind, a handsome and evil face flashed in front of her.

It was a zombie named Ember.

He is a very selfish, hateful, cruel, and lustful zombie boss.

But that guy should have loved himself at some point.

But what's the use, he's a zombie, and he's just a puppet who has been reformed and sent to him to listen to information and be used as a sacrifice.