Richard and Nu Lang bumped their heads and took a few steps back at the same time, staring at the sides of the corridor with their backs to the air, their eyes entangled in the air and faintly visible electric sparks, Richard squinted his eyes and looked at the angry Lang opposite, but he didn't know that in Nu Lang's heart also set off a storm.

This mummy that came out of nowhere knocked himself out of the way?

You must know that although Lang Dao Nu Lang is not the most comprehensive in the new reserve force, if he has a single round of physical strength, if he says that he is the second in the reserve, then no one will dare to be the first!

"Bang!"

While the two were staring at each other, a bullet grazed the right side of Lang's face and shot into the opposite wall, and the wind screamed in surprise and shifted the scope to focus on the foreheads of the guards who were following them, and two more guards fell to the ground with two gunshots.

"Angry Lang!" The wind roared and woke up the deep contemplative Lang., who shuddered and turned around and flicked the storm rifle in his hand and rushed into the middle of the guards again, his eyes swept over Richard's body as he turned his head, and Lang looked at Richard deeply, his eyes full of curiosity, doubt, shock, and alertness.

The next moment, the rain of bullets rushed by, and the fire of the storm rifle in Fulang's hand became more and more fierce, like a scythe mercilessly harvesting the lives of the guards. Rage draws enemy fire ahead, the wind is firmly embedded in the scope behind the hallway, and the red cross sweeps over a person's forehead with the sound of a corpse crashing to the ground.

Another headshot, the wind watched more and more of the guards and the border guards rushing out of the side door, gritted his teeth and kept aiming, buckle, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Three border guards fell, and more came running towards the two from the side door with guns raised.

"Brother! Can you please do me a favor? Knowing that he and Nu Lang alone didn't want to escape, Tempest turned his head to look at Richard, who was standing a little leisurely, and asked for help sincerely.

"We don't need outside help, I can handle it!" The voice of angry Lang came from the encirclement of the caretaker.

Ignoring the angry Lang, Tempest continued to look at Richard with his earnest eyes, and Richard glanced at the growing number of border guards on the other side of the corridor and nodded at Tempest.

"Do you need a weapon?" Tempest glanced at Richard's bloated body hidden in a fat coat.

"No, I have." Richard smiled coldly, his bloodthirsty impulse making his pupils faintly bloody, in an eerie contrast to the white straps that wrapped around his face. Instantly in combat mode, Richard pulled out the SN-9 Wasp pistol and the Silver Desert Eagle from his waist, and rushed towards the convective crowd with both guns in unison.

Angry Lang glanced back at Richard, who helped him get rid of the border guard who was holding a gun to his head on the left hand, grinning, but his brows were still tightly wrinkled, obviously still worried about Richard just knocking himself away, in Angry Lang's cognition, this was the first time that someone resisted his impact, not only that, the mysterious person in front of him, who was wrapped like a mummy, collided with him at the moment, Nu Lang even felt a surging force coming from the other party, but for some reason, the most sluggish seemed to be deliberately weakened.

The silver Desert Eagle muzzle spark in Richard's hand burst out again, and bullet after bullet shot into the opponent's head in an arc in the air as he turned as he snapped the plate. Occasionally, a few bullets hit the opponent's shoulder, and Richard's Wasp pistol in his left hand would be properly refilled.

Large swaths of border guards fell around the corner, and their bodies became a bunker for Richard and others and an obstacle for the border guards who rushed to support them from the side door. The corpses were piled up higher and higher, and Richard and Nu Lang stood behind the fortress like gods of war, reaping each other's lives under the horrified eyes of the border guards and guards, and most of them didn't even have time to say a word.

Especially Richard, his eyes have completely turned into blood pupils in the increasingly fierce battle, and a pair of blood pupils set off on the white straps make people can't help but think that this is the devil who crawled out of the region, and countless border guards shuddered in the eyes of the indifferent blood pupils who had no feelings!

"Hey! Mummy, we're breaking through the exit on the right front. Nu Lang was not affected by Richard's blood pupil at all, brandished the storm rifle in his hand and pointed to an exit in front of the right, although there are character factors in Nu Lang, but this is largely because the violence released through the blood pupil in Richard's heart is not towards Nu Lang, so the horror and shock of Nu Lang is not as strong as that of the border guards.

Richard nodded coldly, not minding Lang calling himself a mummy, and the two of them slowly moved towards the exit in front of the right with the assistance of Tempest's sniper. At this time, Tempest suddenly put away his sniper rifle, and a smoke grenade suddenly appeared in his hand, hugging Richard and Nu Lang from behind, and rushed forward.

Behind them there was a sudden explosion on the ground, followed by thick smoke that filled the hallway, coughing and wheezing and tripped over the bodies beneath them, and by the time the guards and border guards coughed and ran out of the exit, the three were gone

"Thanks, mummy." Angry Lang leaned against the wall, gasping for air, and turned his head to look at Richard, who was also panting next to him with his back against the railing, grinning.

With a wave of his hand, Richard suppressed the still imminent violence in his heart and shook his head as if he didn't care about the rage and the wind.

"But mummy, what's your name?" Lang was still angry about Richard knocking him away when they first met, not because he was stingy, but because he was curious that there were people in the Death Rift who were about the same amount of physical strength as himself, and now it seemed that his bloated and strong body seemed to be because it was full of weapons, which couldn't help but make Lang even more curious.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Reserve 0A13 Richard." Richard pulled his S.H.I.E.L.D. badge from his pocket and shook it in front of both Tempest and Fury to identify himself.

Tempest suddenly smiled and patted Richard on the shoulder, and said with some schadenfreude, "Brother Richard, you don't know that Nu Lang has always claimed to be the strongest in the reserves. I almost vomit when I look at his narcissism every day, ha, ha, and now with you, see how he shows off in front of me. ”

Tempest still winks triumphantly at Lang, who points his finger at Tempest with a heartbroken expression of being hurt by his friend.