Hu Yi's M1932 was loaded with a second long magazine, and he stopped in the corner, standing next to the corpse of the fourth masked man, the kitchen was not far away, but he did not continue forward, not because of the sound of reinforcements in front of him, but because of the gunshot that had just been heard.

Tossing until now, there are shell gunshots everywhere, but the gunshot is different, nine times out of ten it is the girl's big-eyed masturbator!

A girl who eats rice, as long as she is low-key, should not be the target of attention, why did she shoot?

The excitement of adrenaline disappeared in an instant, the desire for the goal was completely gone, and the plan was changed directly to looking for the girl, and it didn't hurt to fall short, turn around and hurry, to get rid of it, to go in the direction of that particular gunshot.

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The leader of the masked men was wondering in the front yard, the battle with the masked man had stopped, why was there another burst of gunfire in the backyard? he also heard the last strange gunshot, it was not the sound of the shell gun, it sounded louder and heavier than the shell gun, but he didn't care about this, he was eager to judge the situation of the masked man in the backyard.

A masked man approached him: "Platoon leader, something must have happened in the backyard!"

The leader of the masked man raised his foot and kicked: "I told you to call the big brother, and I also called the platoon commander......!

"Uh...... Big brother, I guess it may be the Zhao family nursing home that slipped through the net to do it with them, this opportunity can't be released, how about I take someone to copy it?"

"You're finally smarter!"

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Next to the open wooden box, there was the imitation Thompson M1921 submachine gun, the combination of metal mechanism and wooden grip butt was ugly in the light, ugly and heavy, ugly and dangerous and arrogant.

Originally, Xiao Hongying was a small arm and calf, and she also put her steps extremely small, almost moving towards the submachine gun little by little, her eyes were so innocent, so clear, revealing love at first sight, without blinking.

This immoral thing is in love again, she used to fall in love with a gas mask, she used to fall in love with a bicycle, I don't know ...... After all, this was the first time she had fallen in love with a gun. She had used many guns, and she loved them, but she had never fallen in love with a gun before.

Quietly came next to the wooden box, in the wooden box there were two fifty-round drums, two twenty-round magazines, and there was a layer of bullets scattered at the bottom of the box, yellow and golden in her eyes. She was born with a bullet in her mouth, and by a glance she knew that it was a bullet of four or five calibers, exactly the same as that used in her big-eyed hammer, and by a single glance, she estimated that there were more than 300 bullets scattered under the box.

The oil burden fell to the ground, wiped and wiped her two little hands on the flower jacket she was wearing, and the moment she picked up the submachine gun, she was even shy, like a lady, faintly with a kind of childish beauty that was overflowing!

I believe that this gun is also in love with her, and when this submachine gun is in her arms, it seems that all the metal lines look soft, and it is so docile that it no longer looks like a berserk weapon. If the gun really has life, then the gun must be happy.

I didn't need to have a bag of oil, so I temporarily turned out a cloth shoulder pocket in the house, stuffed a drum into it, loaded two magazines, and then put the remaining scattered bullets in one go. The submachine gun with a full drum is about eleven or twelve pounds, and this thing doesn't have a strap, Xiao Hongying holds the handle of the gun and carries it with one hand, the muzzle is about to touch the ground, the image is quite arrogant, but it feels heavy, her small body is not suitable, so she simply carries the gun crookedly on her shoulder, which is much more comfortable.

"Don't stay here for long!" she said to herself. The original plan was to find a corner to eat with the oil burden in her arms, but in the end it was a big deal to be a wronged little hostage, anyway, she was not surnamed Zhao, and it would end sooner or later;

"This gun must be taken away! No one can stop it!" she said to herself again, her little eyebrows could not help but be tall, and the image of a lady had long since disappeared, and her original form was revealed. If the gun really has life, then this gun must regret it now, I have heard that I am not a lady when I meet someone, and now I find that I am not necessarily a lady when I meet someone! Love at first sight kills people, and it is more reliable to live in love over time.

The front yard is a masked thief, and the front door can't get out; the backyard is a masked ghost, and the backyard has no chance; no matter how high the courtyard wall is, it can't be as high as a ladder, and no matter how difficult the ladder is, it can't stop my aunt and grandmother from stacking boxes, even if they lose their teeth, they still dare to swish away!

The probe poked his brain and pushed the door out, went around the flower wall, slipped around the corner, and flashed around the thief like a mouse. Experience, courage, agility, determination, everything, fortunately she is a girl, fortunately she is a legend, otherwise she is definitely not a good cake.

After a few folds and turns, a few hiding, a long corridor appeared in front of him, which looked quite long. If you don't go, you have to go, but you have to get by, otherwise you will be busy all the way. Xiao Hongying glanced to the left, swept to the right, and threw off her calves and ran in.

The pigtails fluttered, the exquisite carved beams and paintings swept above again and again, and the wind-permeable flower windows of different shapes leaked the light from the outside on her flower clothes again and again, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

"Stop!" there was a sudden echo in the corridor, and she had just run to the middle of the corridor when the sound came from behind her, from the end of the corridor where she had entered, and she had to stop, twist her pigtails and look back.

Three masked men with guns were walking into the corridor: "Where are you running?

In the middle of the corridor, the petite girl in the flower jacket turned around, and the object she had just carried on her shoulder was now in her hand, holding the front grip in her left hand, and the rear handle in her right hand, the butt of the gun was clamped under the armpit of the flower jacket, and the round drum was black and shiny in the light.

The three masked men stopped, looking at her in the corridor from a distance of more than ten meters, and one of them didn't even know what she was holding in her hand, and asked, "What is that? Why is it so weird? That's ...... Guns?"

The other two masked men were at a loss, it was a gun, and it was a submachine gun, but how could this be? It was so unreal! How could it be in the hands of a girl? Not to mention that the big eyes were so clear and innocent! Not to mention that her pigtails were so ugly! It was even more ugly with her little flower jacket! And with a submachine gun with a drum on it...... Is there anything more ugly than that? Blind.

Click......

The submachine gun began to tremble violently without warning, and the space of the corridor infinitely amplified the violent continuous impact sound, and the charm of the four or five caliber bullets whistling was not at all comparable to the Mauser bullet, it was simply a metal disaster, and the ugly submachine gun had turned into a furious monster, unscrupulously crazy in the hands of the pigtailed elf.

She tried to control it, but her strength was not so great, so the ballistic dispersion range became larger and larger, bigger and bigger, so big that it was terrifying, not only creating a bloody mist, but gradually began to tear everything, the hard ground had a ricochet flash, the antique walls burst out of the earth mist, and the carved roof beams and sawdust flew one after another, blurring the vision!

The last shell hits the ground, jumps crisply a few times, slowly stops rolling, and comes to a standstill.

Little Hongying still held the empty drum of the submachine gun, the muzzle of the gun was still swirling with gunsmoke, she didn't seem to notice that her ears were buzzing, and she didn't seem to notice that her elbows were numb and painful, staring blankly at the end of the corridor ahead, where wisps of dust were falling from the beams and spilling on the three corpses.

Is it scared? No. Is it nervous? No. She's drunk, intoxicated, and can't extricate herself!

Now she could suddenly understand why the fox always looked so hideous when operating the machine gun. It's power! The power of firepower can make people hideous, as if just now, she was no longer able to control the submachine gun in her hand, but she still pulled the trigger and refused to let go, allowing her arrogance to continue.

After staying for a while, he remembered that this was not the place to be in a daze, turned around and continued to move forward, and removed the empty drum with his hand, but there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the end of the corridor behind him, this time...... It's too late.

He threw the submachine gun that had just removed the drum into the bamboo basket under the wall next to him, and at the same time squatted down against the wall and curled up.

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Two masked men with guns appeared at one end of the corridor, stepped past the three corpses, and raised their guns forward without hesitation, and in the middle of the corridor, a girl in a flower jacket curled up by the bamboo basket, staring at a pair of big frightened eyes, she was obviously frightened.

As the distance approached, a masked man with a gun asked in a low voice, "How many?"

The girl curled up at the base of the wall did not dare to speak, and her big frightened eyes turned to look at the other end of the corridor.

This made the two masked men even more nervous, and they aimed at the end of the corridor in front of them, and at the same time pulled a little more distance from the left and right, and their steps were lighter.

They walked forward vigilantly, sweat oozing from the corners of their foreheads, past the unlucky girl with pigtails and flower jackets, and walked two-thirds of the way through the corridor.

Click--the sound was not loud, it seemed to be metallic, and it was very clear in the silent corridor, resounding behind the two masked men.

One continued to move cautiously with his gun in hand, and the other subconsciously turned his head, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

The girl in the middle of the corridor had already stood up, holding a submachine gun that had just been inserted into twenty rounds, and twisting her eyebrows with her pigtails crooked. If it weren't for her little flower jacket, who would have believed that she was the poor girl just now?

Click......

Pulling the trigger again and not letting go, it was again the black metal roaring wildly, and twenty bullets of four or five caliber strokes blew a gust of wind in the corridor, tearing at everything that passed by.

Maybe even the sky can't stand this immoral thing, this time she didn't even have time to unload the empty magazine, there was really a sound at the end of the corridor where the two new corpses were walking, someone was about to appear, maybe in the next second!

"Grandma and Grandma are fighting with you!" The submachine gun was directly out of his hand, and it fell, and it boomed.

The pigtail flicked and threw himself on the ground, looking like a little toad that had just been trampled to death, his left arm was stretched out as if he had struggled before death, his right hand had already pulled out of his trouser pocket, holding the handle of the gun flat under his chest and could not be seen, the muzzle and face were facing the end of the approaching person, pretending to close his eyes as if he was dead, pretending to be dead!

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