Hiding in the gap between the two containers, Xia Ke cursed with palpitations, although he was agile and had an instantaneous acceleration of overclocking, he could pass through the dense rain of bullets coming from all directions, and his left leg was still grazed by a thunder attribute energy beam. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info If it weren't for the fact that this set of demon-level magic armor on his body was powerful enough, it would definitely make him incapacitated.

"Well done, little cubs, it's time for me to pay homage to you......" muttered softly, Shak's thumb against the safety of the gun, and a chilling murderous intent in his slightly narrowed eyes.

After all, this is not the complex terrain of narrow passages and large and small spaced rooms on the upper floor, and although there are many cargo boxes as shelter, the wide terrain can easily turn guerrilla warfare into helpless positional warfare.

Positional warfare means that there will be suppression and suppression, which is undoubtedly a very unfair battle for Shak, who only has one man and two guns. However, as Shaq often catches up with a mantra: "War is never simple math." "A lion surrounded by a flock of sheep does not necessarily fail to achieve ultimate victory.

The gangsters on the opposite side unceremoniously took advantage of the large number of people, all kinds of guns opened fire in unison, the metal walls and cargo boxes were bombarded, and dust and debris flew everywhere, which was enough to make the opponent tremble, and there would be no chance to take the lead.

In this way, the deafening gunfire continued for several minutes, and then, almost all the gunmen fell into an awkward moment of silence - there was no way, and the minions of the gangsters, even if they were fully armed, would not immediately become qualified soldiers. No one cared about the alternation of fire and cover between them and their companions, almost all of them vented and pulled the trigger to the end, and the red warning light on the body of the gun flashed wildly only to find that the magic energy was exhausted, and they were all rushing to replace the new charged magic core at the moment.

So Shak finally moved, and his guns were raised, but the target was not the enemy on the other side. A series of explosions sounded, and several high-wattage lights on the roof of the cargo hold were shattered one by one, and the entire cabin was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The sudden darkness disrupted the deployment of the gang guards, after all, not everyone carried this night vision device, one of the gang members with poor psychological quality picked up the magic machine gun that had just been filled, and fired another shot in the direction where Shak had just appeared, but the gunfire only rang out four or five times, and a fiery red energy beam came from the left, and one shot blew the unlucky guy in the head.

There wasn't much blood, and most of his head had been charred when he was hit by a fire-type firearm, and the smell of his brain, flesh and blood being roasted together filled the sense of smell of all his companions around him. Quite a few people have an urge to turn over and vomit.

"Damn it! Over there, over there! "This is a guard with night vision goggles who spotted the location where Shak fired the gun, shouting as he raised his weapon. Just the next moment, "Poof! His half-headed corpse fell to the ground.

The chaotic gunfire rang out again, only this time the goal was no longer unified, and the untrained gangsters were pouring their firepower almost on their own senses against the corners where they might be the enemy. And such an approach does not make any sense except to provide Shak with a clearer target.

"Poof-" The corpse fell to the ground, and a machine gun was on fire.

"Poof!" Two more unlucky fellows followed in the footsteps of their companions.

Gunfights in the dark, not only can you see the right side, but also the sharp reaction and exquisite marksmanship, which is the decisive factor for perfect firepower suppression, and the number does not have any advantage in the face of absolute strength.

The rest of the gang guards felt like they were going crazy, and one person, just one person, overwhelmed them all. There are no fingers in the cargo hold, but the other party's eyes seem to be sharper than the nighthawks, as long as they dare to venture out of those cargo boxes or sundries to cover, they will basically be shot in the head the next moment. Even if there is a leak, if you shoot at that side, that side will immediately return fire, the other side is a sharpshooter, but not on your own side.

There are also people who want to throw high-explosive bombs, but when he took the risk, the bomb was opened and before it was thrown, a cold beam of energy was shot, freezing the bomb that was about to detonate and his arm, and as a result, his "humanoid bomb" killed two of his companions together; Another person threw it in the wrong place in a panic, injuring one of his own people, and then no one dared to use it again.

The gunfire was much more sparse, and then it was eerily quiet. It's not that all of them have been killed, it's that those who are still alive have almost lost the courage to fight back.

Forget it, forget it, let's let this devil go......

That deep sense of powerlessness makes most people have this idea, they are not professional killers, let alone professional soldiers, most of them are gangsters on the rivers and lakes, after a relatively strict test was absorbed, they thought they were outlaws when they took a gun, in fact, they were still a gangster who bullied the soft and feared the hard, even if some of them had relatively good strength like Paul, but they could not quench their thirst, although they were definitely rushing here, but they could not change the dilemma that they would die.

However, no one knew that Shak's situation was also embarrassing at this time. The magic energy in the fire-type pistol had been completely depleted, and he was retracted into his arms, and the ice-type pistol seemed a little lethal in such an environment. Fortunately, the previous performance was strong enough, and these rookies who were scared became shrunken turtles, and then they had to find a way out before the opponent's large army surrounded them...... Looking at the hatch more than ten meters away, and then at the metal bulkhead behind him full of bullet marks, Shak touched his chin.

Perhaps, it would be a good idea to carve out a way out on your own......

Raising his hand and firing another shot, the head of a gangster guard who had just probed to see what was going on here froze into an ice lump, and Shak's other hand was already reaching into his arms and fumbling with it, and a moment later, his beloved windproof lighter was pinched in his hand.

"Baby, it's up to you, I'll remember you." Shak kissed the shell of the lighter, then lit the flame.

The little fighting power left in his body was drained like a long whale absorbing water, and a stream of brain was injected into the lighter in his hand, and the thumb-sized flame suddenly blazed, and the entire fireball seemed to turn into a fist-sized white fireball in his hand.

"Xiangyan Gathering Sun Thunder!!"

With all his strength, Shak slammed the ball of light into the bulkhead not far behind him.

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