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Chapter 1010 I also know a little about shooting

While the werewolf attracted the attention of the scavengers, the two sides were fighting each other, and Li Mumu slipped into the operating room of the clinic.

He found a few scalpels and held them in his hands, then turned around. In just a few seconds, the gunfire outside had subsided.

Or maybe the guy named Charles was just too weak. Anyway, Li Mumu had never seen a werewolf with such fragile skin before who could be knocked down by just a few shots.

Or maybe the weapons in the hands of those scavengers are strange, and they have rusty bullets similar to those specially configured by the Secret Service, which can cause extraordinary damage to extraordinary creatures.

It's not good news either way.

The door of the operating room was kicked open, and the scavenger who rushed in pointed his gun at Li Mumu and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

But just as he rushed in, the scalpel in Li Mumu's hand also flew out and hit the eye socket lens of the bird-beak mask on his face.

The lens shattered on the spot, and the scavenger screamed in pain. His hands naturally lost stability, and the gun was raised high and hit the ceiling.

Li Mumu rushed forward, stabbed the back of his hand holding the gun, snatched the gun away, and at the same time wrapped his legs around his knees and flipped him over, tripping him to the ground.

In his haste, he didn't see clearly what model the gun in his hand was. Nowadays, not all guns can be fired after loading bullets. Li Mumu didn't have time to study it carefully. He smashed the scavenger's face with the butt of the gun, smashing his bird-beak mask into pieces.

The mask fell off, revealing the terrified face of a blond boy.

Ordinary people.

Li Mumu only took one look and was sure that this guy was an ordinary person who had received some basic military training at most. Now he was scared like a grandson and a faint smell of stench could be smelled in his crotch.

But even for ordinary people, when they get a gun, their self-confidence will quickly swell, and they will have the illusion of being invincible.

When Li Mumu was still hesitating whether to kill him directly or keep him alive and interrogate him to get some information, his companions gave him the answer directly.

Without hesitation, they pulled the trigger at their companions who were entangled with the enemy.

Li Mumu rolled on the ground and hid in the corner, and gunshots rang out behind him.

Bullets flew in like they were free, turning the frightened blond boy into a hornet's nest.

Well, now at least we can be sure that this gun is a burst fire.

Li Mumu looked down at the gun he had snatched.

She discovered that she actually recognized this gun.

Lee-Enfield rifle, a very standard early version.

Except that the buttstock appears to be made of ivory and is engraved with gold patterns of unknown meaning.

A modified version for the rich.

There were three bullets in the chamber, and there were at least four people outside.

At this time, the venting shooting outside finally stopped. After all, this type of gun can only be loaded with five bullets at most. Someone could be vaguely heard cursing Hong Lei in a low voice.

Li Mumu rushed to the door, knelt on one knee and shot with his gun raised.

boom! boom! boom!
With three precise shots, the three defenseless scavengers fell with their heads raised, and the remaining one let out a sharp explosion.

By the time she realized that it was too late for her to reload the ammunition and pulled out the revolver from her waist, Li Mumu had already rushed in front of her, swung the gun and hit her head with the butt of the gun.

Phew, that was a close call, I almost got into trouble.

After killing the last scavenger, Li Mumu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"You're in big trouble."

Just as Li Mumu was about to bend down to touch the corpse, she heard Charles' voice behind her.

Looking back, Charles, who had regained his human form, was removing bullets from his body with a grimace on his face.

"I?"

Li Mumu almost laughed out of anger: "Didn't you start it first?"

"You know nothing, idiot!" Charles said helplessly, "What do you think this place is? This is the playground of these second-generation rich kids! They take out all the blood food just to feed us prey. You can kill them, but you can't kill them, that would be a big deal!"

At this time, the nurse who was holding her head next to her also climbed up with difficulty and looked at Li Mumu with a dull look.

Turbid brain matter flowed out from the bullet hole in her forehead and dripped onto her white nurse's uniform.

A resurrected corpse...

After losing his power, Li Mumu's perception became a little dull, and I didn't notice it before.

You two are playing me?
"Alas!"

The nurse looked at the mess in front of her and couldn't help but scream, "Oh my God! Mr. Pearson will tear mine down!"

Charles said angrily: "This is no longer your boss's business. If they pursue it, we will all be in trouble!"

The two of them couldn't help but turn their eyes to Li Mumu who was holding a gun in his hand.

"I have another survivor here."

Li Mumu said calmly, "If you keep on complaining, I will kill her too, and then use her blood to write on the wall: These butchers killed innocent patients and nurses, and they deserve this. How about this?"

The two of them shut their mouths instantly.

"Are you from Yellowstone?"

In the end, Ciel couldn't help but grumble quietly.

The yellow-skinned little cowboy who spoke Federal-accented English could kill people as easily as drinking water. He really couldn't imagine where else such "excellent" talents could be cultivated except for the hellish and devilish training place like Yellowstone Throne.

"Yellowstone Throne? Tsk—"

The Yellowstone throne is nothing, but if you want to think so, then go ahead.

After realizing that this werewolf was a captive beast, Li Mumu lost interest in chatting with him.

What level am I and what level are you?
On the contrary, the one under my feet...

Li Mumu stepped on the two lumps of fat on her chest with her toes.

The foot feels very good and seems to be pure natural.

Without three meals of fresh milk a day, you can't have a cup size like this.

"Wake up."

Li Mumu pulled her up, took off the bird-beak mask, and slapped her in the face with his hand.

The effect was immediate. The person woke up all of a sudden and started screaming.

Then coughing and vomiting.

Without the filtering effect of the bird-beak mask, the air quality here is like torture to the spoiled young lady.

"Scavenger, huh?"

"Do not kill me!"

"What's your name? Just answer me honestly, or I'll chop you into pieces and throw them out the window."

"Suya! Suya Cavendish!"

The child was good-looking, with black curly hair - in fact, the true aristocratic bloodline of old Europe was not the blonde, blue-eyed, and white-skinned type that ordinary people knew.

"Very good. Go on. How old are you this year? Where do you live? How many people are there in your family? Do you have any pets..."

She was so terrified that she didn't notice that as she answered questions one after another, the accent of the murderer in front of her was quietly changing from Federal accent to authentic Landon accent.

(End of this chapter)