Beauty, so fucking beauty!

If his eyes could kill people, the fire emitted from my eyes could be burned to death by the red-robed shaman.

But in the end, it can't.

Just when I was surrounded by Miluo Red Top and two white-clothed Tara and could not break free, a sudden explosion occurred. Not only was the red-clothed shaman's head blown away, but many Mormon believers who besieged us were also attacked.

da, da, da, da, da, da...

This is gunshot.

The wonderful and rhythmic gunfire is some of the newly equipped QBZ95B 5.8mm short automatic rifle, some of the classic micro-rushing, some of the Type 92 pistols. There is also an 88 universal machine gun...

These guns formed powerful firepower in an instant.

Our personnel who are familiar with their performance fell to the ground at the first time and laid their heads low, while some of the Mormon believers were still leaping up in the air.

Some of them dodge with their exquisite body techniques, while others want to kill the place where they rolled to the ground.

This reaction is relatively normal for people who have lived underground for many years and have not seen modern firearms. In their hearts, as a powerful practitioner, they should not be afraid of such a long-distance hidden weapon attack.

However, they still miscalculated one step.

The emergence of firearms almost destroyed the entire world. Facts have proved that even the most powerful practitioners can not withstand a 50-cent bullet unless they practice hard qigong with golden bell covers or iron cloth shirts.

Bang!

Some people had a blood hole as big as a bowl on their chests, and some people's heads were directly overturned. The worst thing was that the guys who jumped up in the air became the most obvious target and absorbed a lot of firepower.

The human body hit by a bullet will never be as calm as the one shown on TV. If you get hit by a dozen bullets and still jump around, or if you insist on saying a lot of things for a few minutes, you will never happen.

That kind of horror will make anyone who loves war become pacifists in an instant.

Unless it is perverted.

Under the fierce gunshot, a large area of ​​enemies was knocked down like a rain of bullets like a storm. Logically, these firearms would never have such terrifying results on weekdays, but at this moment, they were so perfect.

This is the consequence of the confrontation between barbarism and civilization.

The moment the gunfire sounded, I couldn't help but lie on the ground.

On the ground, I saw those Mormon believers fall down one after another. Only the Miluo Red Top and White Tara in front of me can avoid the attacks of these bullets with their highly sensitive control of the Qi field.

When I looked in the direction of the gunfire, I saw the reserve members of the special service group, including He Wu, Niu Bo, Tian Xueye, who were arranged by me to wait at the entrance of the cave. They actually appeared at the entrance of the cave.

The sudden attack just now was exactly what they organized.

Especially Niu Bo and Nong Jingjing, the man and the woman each carried an 88 universal machine gun in their hands, providing the most terrifying barrage.

Why did they come down?

My mind was blank, but at this moment, the Miluo Red Top who reacted made a beast howl. He suddenly waved the golden Zen Staff in his hand, and a large number of invading bullets solidified out of thin air, and then rushed towards the group of disturbers.

He was so angry that the aura he gathered was as strong as the substance.

If he had been approached by these reserve members of the Special Service Group, there would probably be no one who could block his move.

These reinforcements that suddenly emerged may be fleeting like meteors.

Although firearms are powerful, they will not become a decisive thing for top practitioners. If they face Namokhraga, they will not even be able to break through its hard skin.

Nothing is a panacea.

However, Miluo Red Top could not show its power after all, because I had already appeared in front of the preparatory members one step ahead, and the long sword in my hand blocked this guy and the two white Tara behind him.

This time, the situation suddenly reversed and became that I was entangled with the other party.

The gunshots continued, and fewer and fewer Mormons could move. Even the white-clothed Tara holding the statue of the god was hit in the chest by a bullet. She leaned to the sky and fell to the ground and never got up again.

The crazy Miluo Red Head finally realized the fear. He shook his body, but he fled toward the forest in the distance with Naduda Jiangma.

He is going to run away.

I was full of hatred for that guy. Without hesitation, I pulled over the universal machine gun in Niu Bo's hand, picked up the weapon, and shot all the bullets in the drum towards the backs of the two.

Although I use swords most of my daily life, my marksmanship is actually pretty good.

After all, he is an old guy who has experienced the Southern Xinjiang War.

Miluo Red Head, who was about to escape into the woods, staggered, as if he was shot, but with the help of Duda Jiangma next to him, he barely hid in the forest.

When the bullets were exhausted, I turned around and looked at He Wu. He was kicked by my murderous eyes. Subconsciously, his legs were weak and he explained with some stuttering: "Boss, boss, I'm sorry, Mr. Zeng said that you have not come back at this time. He decided to seal the entrance of the cave according to the second plan. I can't worry about you, so I argue with reason and take everyone down to see the situation. I, I..."

Being good at making decisions is a very serious mistake in our semi-militarized secret front, so He Wu was so panicked.

Seeing his restrained appearance, I suddenly laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, nodded for sure, "Good job!"

After being praised by me, He Wu was as comfortable as eating a ginseng fruit, his eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and he said to me: "Thank you, boss, for complimenting me..."

Before I could finish his words, I asked directly: "Do you bring No. 4 explosive?"

The No. 4 explosive is a special mixed explosive, which is ten times more powerful than trinitrotoluene. It is widely used in various terrain blasting and special warfare. Before this departure, some full-time personnel brought a lot just in case. However, after most of our people were captured, their equipment was lost, and they could only place their hopes on He Wu and others.

After I asked this, He Wu quickly nodded in affirmation: "Take it, take it..."

I turned around anxiously, looked at the distance, and then ordered: "Okay, hurry up and take Director Ning and the others away, lay out explosives along the way, especially at the exit, and be sure to completely seal this passage! What should I do specifically? Director Ning will tell you."

He Wu was a little confused and asked in confusion: "Why do you want to blow up this passage, boss?"

My face turned solemn and shouted sternly: "Why do you ask so much? Obey the order!"

He Wu immediately put his legs together, saluted me, and replied with a strong voice: "Yes!"

At this time, Ning Shu rushed over with a group of wounded soldiers, shook hands and said goodbye to me, and then stepped into the stone pillar first. Guigui was reluctant to leave and refused to leave. I stared at me, full of grievance and said with tears: "I want to stay here to save my brother..."

I knew this was not the time to be soft-hearted, but when I saw that Guigui was still just a girl, I couldn't help but sigh.

I walked over, patted her on the shoulder, and solemnly promised: "Guigui, don't worry, I will definitely save your brother!"

Guigui's tears flowed even more. He held my hand tightly and cried, "You must come back too, otherwise I won't forgive you!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a huge vibration coming from a distance, and hurriedly pushed her towards the stone pillar, urging He Wu and others who were laying out explosives, saying, "Hurry up, or stay here and wait for death!"

He Wu and others felt the huge trembling sound from the ground. They knew that I was not joking, and they couldn't help but get a little faster.

Everyone left one after another, and I pulled out the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword, farther away from the stone pillar, stopped near the edge of the forest, and waited for almost half a minute, the ugly and huge head of Mokhuraga appeared in my sight.

I stood with my sword and looked calmly at the top of Namokhuraga's head.

There, a bald man in a red robe stood.

He stood there quietly, like a god.

I also stood calmly on the ground, and the eyes of both sides crossed the distance and intertwined in the air.

The strong, the first communication with the strong.

Mokhuraga ran all the way and came to a few hundred meters in front of me before stopping. The bald head of the red robe who stood above its head first glanced at the dead bodies in front of Shizhu, then looked at me standing with a sword, and sighed deeply.

I saw that the space around him had turned into bright red inexplicably.

It seemed as if the background of the entire sky had turned into a bloody color.

Immediately afterwards, Namokhuraka's body gradually lowered, but fell down, while the bald head of red robe slowly descended until it was almost two feet above the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a man-in-law voice rang in my ears: "It's true that the strong man who can make this beast kneel. You can break through the ambush of Miluo and send your group of defeated soldiers back, but do you think they can really go back alive?"

I calmly introduced myself and said, "Chen Zhicheng, is Mr. Amo?"

The bald man in red nodded and admitted, "Yes, it's me."

I smiled and said, "Why can't they go back alive?"

King Amo said coldly: "I just need to kill you and then chase you with my own head. I can guarantee you that there will never be one of them who can live..."

Before his voice could be finished, and at this moment, a shocking explosion suddenly came from the passage of the stone pillar.

boom!
Chapter completed!