The second round of storms was even more violent than the first. Originally, everyone thought that everything that could be broken in the laboratory that had been ravaged was broken, but this second round of blizzard proved that idea wrong.

The walls of the laboratory can no longer be described as potholes, that is, a honeycomb of display boards. The ceiling caved in a large chunk, just in the spot where Keaton had just taken out a blackboard thug. Of course, Keaton hadn't been hiding behind the half of the test bench for a long time, he had moved behind a huge biospectrometer and had a decent weapon in his hand.

Keaton chose to hide behind the bioanalyzer because the core component of the spectrometer was a radioactive crystal encased in a large solid lead plate, so as long as those guys didn't get their hands on the bazooka, they wouldn't want to penetrate the machine.

And the second round of shooting was also more targeted, that is, almost all the gangster thugs focused on Keaton.

Of course, not all gangster thugs don't have brains. While drug abuse and indulgence have dulled their body's brains, there are a few exceptions, such as Mosby from the City University of New Berlin.

The gangsters, all of Van Dyhair's men, received the news and followed Keaton to the area. Originally, Van Dihair thought that it could be solved quickly, but on the college campus, it really stumped Van Dihair.

After a second of hesitation, Van Diehale decided that he had to kill Keaton.

Therefore, Mosby and his subordinates were instructed that they were originally in charge of the drug sales in this area and looking for beautiful female college students who wanted to practice in society and make some extra money, and they were not good at fighting and killing and grabbing territory.

And, in the city of New Berlin, who else can't think of going against Van DiHail?

Now, Mosby, the captain of these thugs, stands at the door of the lab, looking at the mess of the lab. Thinking that his boss had clearly said that he must solve it quickly when he gave him the task, he also shook his head.

"I hope the boss will send someone to help him soon!" Mosby prayed in his heart.

After the second round of storms, it was still calm. But now, no one dares to set foot in this laboratory that has been reduced to ruins.

The walls were full of bullet holes, and the heads of countless scientists that had been hung were either punched out of dozens of bullet holes, some had been torn to pieces by countless stray bullets, black smoke from the instruments, and a few unknown things were burned, filling the room with an unpleasant smell of burning. There are no more words to describe this lab.

Keaton's back was hit by a falling brick and ached. McMenus was nearly hit by a chunk of the falling ceiling. He and Tony Hockney were already buried under the rubble.

Wiberkent lay dead on the ground, covered in dust and glass shards. There was a broken window above his head, and he was acting as a shield for something that resembled a medical pod, now completely discarded.

Such a strong movement in the biochemistry laboratory naturally alarmed the entire campus of the City University of New Berlin, and even the continuous gunfire could be heard in the urban area more than ten kilometers away. Black smoke billowed from the windows of the lab building, forcing everyone to look at it.

The new City University of Berlin, which has always been based on the motto of innovative talent development and gratitude to society, has become a place of panic. Students and teachers don't know what happened, and the adjacent school building has also been affected by stray bullets, and many of the glass has been shattered.

Students in class rushed out of the classroom and even dropped their school bags. Shoved out of the school building. The young people who were already enjoying the scenery and enjoying the afternoon sun in the beautiful park-like campus fled like frightened wild cats.

Of course, there are many people who pick up their phones and turn on their cameras to record this historic moment.

Just after the silence after the second round of strafing outside the lab, the silence was shattered by the sound of sirens outside the window.

Fire brigade, police, ambulances, explosion-proof special police, federal special forces. Yellow cordons were pulled up one after another, and the flat yellow lights separated most of the campus, and if anyone tried to cross the cordon, the seemingly harmless electronic cordons would change into arcs that could stun people.

The police chief, the mayor, members of parliament, officials of all levels of the city of New Berlin were notified of the emergency. News and the media have also become the focus. Hundreds of various online television stations have sent reporters to gather around the edge of the cordon, and the automatic camera robots have been able to form a platoon.

Things got worse and worse, and it didn't take more than a few minutes. The City University of New Berlin became the number one university in Internet searches, a digit ahead of the second place.

Seeing the surroundings downstairs, Mosby knew it was too late. He is now being arrested by the police and the special forces, and he hopes to be caught by the police, perhaps after several months of interrogation, and then a death sentence, but still with a suspended sentence of about two years.

Shaking his head vigorously, leaving the strange thoughts and doubts in his head, Mosby made the most difficult decision.

"Change the magazine, let's go in and see if those guys have braids!"

"Understood, Boss."

Nine gangsters walked into the ruins, they looked nervously around, and from time to time they shot a shot or two at the corner of their suspicions, not only to cheer themselves up, but also to scare Keaton and the others.

Apparently, Keaton and the others were not frightened, but suddenly a toaster sprang out of a corner.

Syllable~! A toaster with two bullet holes was thrown out of Webster's hand like a bowling ball and landed on the ground a few meters away, with a thud on the way back.

Several of the gangsters turned their heads loudly and glanced at the toaster.

At the same time, Keaton jumped out from behind the collapsed ceiling, the BP-15 automatic rifle he had just picked up, and opened fire on the rest of the gangsters.

Keaton's shooting level is also good, he basically shoots in a point shot, and after he shoots in a row, those gangsters fall down four people. Then, Keaton immediately ducked behind the ceiling.

"Blew it up for me!" Mosby, who reacted that he had been fooled, yelled angrily.

Countless bullets once again patronized the ceiling without bullet holes, leaving a permanent number.

Just when Mosby thought Keaton was trapped, a machine dedicated to making barbecue dogs was thrown out. (To be continued.) )