Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 355 Chapter 355
It was disguised as a carriage transporting food, and Chumro hid inside, looking at the slightly bleak street through the gaps in the carriage.

This meant that in Wolf City, if it was in Bunas, he would not be able to connect to the important target area at all - in Bunas, basically there was no need for horse-drawn carts to transport food.

Those important transportation tasks have already been handed over to cars, or even relatively new trucks. It is not easy to get such a means of transportation.

Chumro has only one hand left, so he has no ability to load weapons, so he each prepares a lot of guns for himself, and throws them away when they are all used up.

Anyway, these weapons were all prepared to blame the Datang Group, so if you lose it, you lose it, it's no big deal.

He is holding a K2 lever rifle, and there are 4 revolvers stuck in his waist, and the firepower can be described as fierce.

The people around him, on average, each have a K2 rifle, and at least one revolver, and they are also armed to the teeth.These people were all hiding in the carriage, nervously waiting for the moment when the action would start.

According to their plan of action, when the other party opened the back door and let the carriage enter, they used knives to kill the guards and waiters, and then began to rush towards the Earl's Mansion.

They would light torches and burn down as many houses as possible before being discovered, thus creating maximum chaos.

Once they are discovered, they will use fierce firepower to defeat each other, take advantage of the chaos and directly attack the main building, and then kill all the people inside.

Then, they will take advantage of the chaos to break through and retreat according to the predetermined route.The other party will fall into a leaderless situation because the earl was killed, and they will be able to escape.

Although this plan does not seem perfect, for example, the plan to withdraw and retreat is too taken for granted.

But Chumro didn't think they had no chance of escaping. He felt that the simpler the plan, the more likely it would be successful.

The executor will not desperately complete the task of the kind of plan that has thought out the way out in advance.Only by putting them to death can we finally gain the right to live.

This is the experience Chumluo summed up after two escapes. He has great confidence in himself, and he feels that he is the chosen one.

In that unfavorable situation, he can even survive, if it is not the darling of the gods, what else can it be?
"Is it... a little too quiet." The thin man lowered his voice, and said to the strong man beside him, "I always feel that something is not right."

"Don't scare yourself! Idiot!" Chumro scolded, and then explained: "There are not many people in this street...it's the back door of the Earl's Mansion, and it's not a bustling street."

"Yeah, we chose the early morning... how can it be noisy at this time, isn't it normal to be quiet..." the strong man said the same.

What the two of them said was very reasonable, so the thin man was embarrassed to say more.In this situation, other people dare not open their mouths to speak, and it is not easy for him to speak a few words.

After all, everyone is hiding in the carriage, if they talk nonsense regardless, it is likely to be exposed in advance.

Soon, when the carriage returned to silence, the driver tapped the partition of the carriage lightly twice.

After hearing these two bangs, everyone's expressions became serious.They have arrived and are about to enter the Earl's Palace.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped, and Chumro heard the voice of a man disguised as a carriage driver knocking on the back door of the Earl's Mansion: "We are here to deliver vegetables and ingredients... Please open the door..."

He tapped on the door lightly, but there was no one waiting to open the door. There seemed to be no one inside, and no sound responded to his slightly abrupt knock.

"Is anyone there?" Finally, after repeating twice that he was the food delivery person, Chumro's subordinates became a little nervous.

This door is made of thick wood. Although it may not be able to block bullets, it is not an easy task to open this thing.

In the carriage, Chumluo frowned, and he also realized that there must be something wrong with the other party's delay in opening the door.

"Get out of the car!" He lowered his voice as much as possible, reminding the strong men and skinny people around him with a very small volume: "Be quiet!"

The thin man was taken aback, and then immediately pushed open the back door of the carriage at hand. The dim streetlights made him unable to see the scene in the distance clearly, but even so, he could still see a figure swaying in the darkness.

"Boom!" Just as the skinny man was stunned, a sudden gunshot came, rippling back and forth in the silent night sky.

The thin man's chest seemed to be hammered by something, he staggered back a few steps, then his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

He looked down and saw blood staining his clothes, he subconsciously wanted to raise the K2 lever rifle in his hand, but the second shot followed.

Another bullet hit him, this time without any luck, his head was pierced by the bullet, and the sharp bullet brought out a piece of brain matter, which sprayed on the street floor.

The thin man's last sliver of consciousness allowed him to see a glimmer of light in the window of the building opposite, where a man was aiming a weapon at him.

"Damn... I just said something wrong..." He wanted to curse, but he was speechless.The body, which had lost consciousness, just fell on its back.

"There is an ambush! There is an ambush!" The strong man immediately screamed loudly as he watched the thin man being shot to death twice.

He hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, ready to escape from this crowded death zone.The wooden carriage of this carriage is not a bunker, and bullets can easily penetrate it.

Crowding in the carriage is definitely waiting for death, so his first reaction was to jump out of the carriage quickly so that he could find a safer position and fire back.

Unfortunately, when he jumped off the carriage, a star lit up at the end of the alley.These rays of light flickered non-stop, accompanied by dense gunshots.

Before the strong man's feet hit the ground, a cloud of bullets shot over his head and face.He didn't even have time to let out a scream, and the whole person was beaten into a sieve.

Chumro also moved almost at the same time. He dropped the K2 rifle in his hand, and directly pushed the other subordinate beside him as a shield out of the carriage, and then he also jumped down, rolling in a circle when he landed.

He felt that he had been shot in the stomach, and he didn't know if it was serious or not.However, with the cover of the two corpses, he lay on the ground and avoided the first round of bullets.

At this time, the carriage became hell—the wooden carriage was strafed by bullets, and it was riddled with holes in an instant.

The bullet shattered the wooden board, and the sawdust flew around in the compartment, cutting the flesh and blood inside.Blood splattered everywhere, and desperate screams echoed in the night sky.

There were also bullets flying in front of them, and the two frightened tall horses neighed in the bullets. They struggled for a while and fell to the ground, with blood flowing down their manes.

The fake coachman who knocked on the door has been nailed to the gate by bullets.He didn't even have time to draw the revolver hidden behind him.

"Tut, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu!" The Thomson submachine gun's continuous, desperate strafing has never stopped, because the well-trained Datang Group's security forces are always firing, and some are changing their own magazines at the same time.

The reliability of this thing is still very high, and it is not easy to get stuck. At least in an urban environment, the Thomson is a very good submachine gun.

The dense firepower suppressed the opponent to the point of not being able to raise his head. The dozen or so people in the carriage were smashed into a sieve by the bullets before they even figured out what happened.

Finally, one of Chumro's subordinates also jumped out of the carriage, but he directly hit Chumro's side, his body was full of holes, and after a few gasps, there was no movement.

Chumro drew a revolver from his waist, raised his hand and shot out the dim yellow street lamp above his head.He felt that hiding in the dark would at least increase his chances a little.

It's a pity that the brief darkness when the street lights went out didn't help him much, because two flares flew up suddenly, illuminating everything nearby.

At this time, Chumluo realized that in the building across the street, almost all the windows had shooters aiming at their carriage.

That is not a few people, but dozens of people!

The opponent has already prepared!Their actions... exposed!

Chumluo realized in an instant that the other party had already prepared for their move, and even dug a big hole for them!
The opponent's firepower was more ferocious than theirs, or more ferocious than all the firearms Chumro had ever seen.

The continuous fire was almost exactly the same as a machine gun, and it was not comparable to the K2 lever rifle they got.

"Ah!" In the carriage, another Chumro's subordinate rushed out with a gun in his hand. He fired continuously at the shadow in the distance, and the two revolvers in his hand also fired continuous gunshots.

However, when he jumped out of the carriage, the two revolver bullets in his hand had been shot in sevens and eights.When the gun in his hand ran out of bullets, he immediately became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

After all, this man was also a fierce man. He dropped two pistols, fell to the ground without even thinking about it, and scrambled to pick up the K2 lever rifle next to the skinny man's body.

Because of his cover, the other two people who survived in the carriage also jumped out of the carriage, and then they each sought cover and hid behind the carriage.

With the light of the flares, Chumro lay on the ground and finally saw his wounds clearly - he was shot in the stomach, and another shot hit his leg.

He crawled on the ground twice, struggled to roll to the back of the carriage, and hid between the two men.

And the fierce man who opened the situation for them was hit by a condescending bullet when he was trying to grab the skinny man's K2 rifle, and then there was no sound.

(End of this chapter)