close to death

There were still two hostages in the corner, a middle-aged man and an old man. Ling Yun cut their ropes, and there were already messy footsteps outside. Judging from the sound, there were quite a lot of people coming.

"Quick, that guy's in there, don't let him get away,"

"How come Bem and the others don't move, they are like a bunch of male dogs when they see girls,"

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With a burst of shouting, the machine guns outside began to roar, and the glass shattered into countless crystals, splashing everywhere, and the bullets whizzed past the top of the head, splashing sparks on the wall.

"Get down," Ling Yunfei pressed the two of them on the ground. If it was later, the mission would have failed.

Zheng, a grenade flew in through the window and rolled at Ling Yun's feet.

"Grass," couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically, he hurriedly picked it up from the window and threw it out again.

Accompanied by a roar, the gunfire outside was much quieter.

"Take care of yourselves, I'll rush out," Ling Yun fell on the ground, unscrewed the safety of the two flash bombs, and put down the crystal mask of the helmet.

The first flash bomb was thrown directly from the window, and the second flash bomb hit the door hard and bounced off. When the skill phantom was activated, Ling Yun jumped up like a cheetah, following the second flash bomb rushed out.

There was a lot of screaming and cursing outside, and a dozen or so terrorists squatted on the ground covering their eyes.

Flashed out of the door, the muzzle of the gun was lowered, poof, a guy squatting in front of him had his head exploded on the spot, his finger pulled the trigger again, and as the gun body shook, the two guys in front of him also fell into a pool of blood.

Puff puff puff, sparks flashed, and the whole Desert Storm spat out bullets rhythmically on the beat of the drum.

Ling Yun's mastery of the recoil of firearms and the trajectory of bullets has reached the point of perfection. His fingers will pull the trigger every half a second. Every vibration of the gun body will bring down an enemy, until finally his fingers hold the trigger and the muzzle of the gun The flames are united.

The golden shells clanged and fell to the ground, and there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground in a blink of an eye.

The golden light flashed, the gunshots rang out, and the enemies hidden behind the building also started to fight back.

Turning sideways, sliding steps, Ling Yun's footsteps were fast and slow, turning with speed while turning, with a sudden stop while turning, the bullets flew past the combat uniform, but they didn't hurt his flesh.

Desert Storm ran out of bullets, quickly pulled out the violent dry wood rifle, loaded the bullets, and fired.

A guy just flashed out from behind the iron frame, when countless lead bullets bombarded him, and the bullets pierced through countless blood holes on his body, probably shattering his internal organs.

Puff puff, the sound of farting sounded one after another, and all the enemies that appeared in Ling Yun's vision turned into hornet's nests.

Until the last shell case fell on the ground, two more guys flashed out from behind the iron shelf. The hard sound of the AK[-] was accompanied by the scream of the bullets. Ling Yun hurriedly hid behind the stairs, but the violent dry wood rifle in his hand shook It went out and hit a guy right on the forehead.

The enemy fired back, sparks flashed in front of his eyes, and the stairs were filled with clanging sounds. Barrett took it out, and fixedly locked on to the figures of the two guys through the corner of the stairs.

There was a piercing roar, and the moment for Barrett to burn his anger finally arrived. The golden light cut through the air, and the air was trembling.

The guy who was hit by the violent dry wood gun covered his face and poked out half of his head. Bang, the head burst open, and red and white things flew around.

Seeing the miserable state of his companion, the guy next to him was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his legs went limp.

The cartridge case popped out, another bullet hit it, the bolt was pulled, the bullet was loaded, and there was another bang.

There was a bullet hole in the iron plate, and the guy was blown away by the powerful impact, vomited blood, and his internal organs were probably crushed.

The scope moved up, and it was clear that several guys rushed down from the fourth floor along the passage.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Hey, a bunch of bastards, come on, I won't fight back,"

Ling Yun was shocked. Barrett's powerful recoil made it almost impossible for him to control this peerless weapon. The bullets traced golden tracks in the air, and every time he roared, a guy would become the dead soul of the gun.

The chest blossomed, and the last guy was so shocked that he rolled down the stairs. The third floor finally returned to calm, and he could only hear his own heartbeat and the sound of bullet casings rolling on the ground.

77, there are only 23 terrorists left on the platform.

Sweat had already soaked through the skirt of his clothes, and Ling Yun was leaning against a pillar, breathing heavily.

Although this is a game, the thrill of massacre is still inescapable.

Silently pulling out the empty magazine, and silently pressing a new magazine into it, Ling Yun looked at the boundless sea in the distance, without looking at the gun at all, as if it had become a habit.

Just after all the firearms were replaced with magazines, a system prompt sounded suddenly, ding, the hostage was killed, and there are currently 10 hostages left.

There was only one hostage left, Ling Yun turned up and rushed straight to the fourth floor, now he had no choice but to fight recklessly.

Before rushing to the stairs, dense gunshots sounded from above, and countless bullets poured down.

Backing away in a hurry, the ground in front of him is full of dancing sparks, as long as he takes a step slower, he probably has to become a hornet's nest.

The enemy's firepower was very fierce, and they couldn't get close to the stairs at all. Looking outside, the cable had already been burned by the fire, and the volley dance skill was still gray.

What to do, Ling Yun remembered the task of the electric switch, no matter how much it is, let's pull it down first.

Turn around and rush into the control room, pull the old man, "Where is the main switch?"

"Over... over there," the old man trembled, obviously frightened by Ling Yun.

Turning the corner, a large sign in Russian with the words "high voltage danger" hangs on the wall, and beside it is a row of electronic switches with beige indicator lights.

Pa pa pa pa, Ling Yun pulled all the switches without hesitation, and the entire mine platform was completely dark.

Ding, the second ring of the current mission is completed, the reward experience is 200000, and the reputation is 100.

Ding, start the third ring of the mission: Bumblebee, prevent Pavlov from getting the ZR ore, and be careful of the enemy's Apache gunship.

Mentioning the Apache gunship, Ling Yun's head felt big. That guy is simply a killing machine, and it's not something a human can compete with.

Looking at the blurred surroundings, Ling Yun showed a faint smile, the black space gave me a pair of black eyes, I never use them to look for light, I only use them to kill people.

Turning on the camouflage stealth, Ling Yun's figure disappeared into the darkness.

On the fourth floor of the stairs, five terrorists set up AK47s on the railings, aiming at the stars and tightly blocking every corner of the stairs.

The cold wind blew, and the five people shivered at the same time. They looked around subconsciously, and the surroundings were pitch black, not even a single ghost was seen.