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Chapter 1115 Both got headshot! ! !
"Just in time, Skif, give me a magazine."

Sk just came up and hadn't gained a firm foothold when Athlete stretched out his hand for ammunition. The ammunition consumed in the offensive exchange of fire was too great.

"I'm down to the last two." Skif pulled one out and threw it to Athlete.

Everyone started with only 4 magazines, only one-third of the full load when they first came in, and Skif also only had four magazines.

I knocked out one on the way in, I gave one to the demon when I came here just now, and now I gave one to Athlete.

There is only one Miaomiao left in Skif!

"Ford, I'm almost out of bullets. Either retreat, or rush in and take down the locker room in one go. You have to find a way as soon as possible." Athlete roared while reloading.

Now has reached the most critical moment.

If the time comes when the bullets are all empty, the BEARs will have no choice. No wonder Athlete is so anxious.

"The USEC's firepower is so strong, how can we charge?" Ford retorted.

"Fucking shit, get out of the way, I'll do it."

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and Skif, who just joined the battlefield here, is exceptionally brave. Seeing the crowd groaning, he rushed straight into the corridor with a gun in his hand.

Standing in the middle of the corridor with a gun, aiming at the opposite side is a precise burst of fire.

How domineering.

Compared to hiding by the wall and showing your head and shooting from time to time, or even just sticking out your hand to tease the gun, whether you can hit it is [-]% dependent on luck.

Skif rushed out and stood in the hallway, his accuracy kicked up a few notches.

The USEC on the opposite side did not expect this kind of thing. They really dared to take their own lives to fight fierce people, and they were caught off guard for a while.

Not daring to show their heads and shoot, they could only shrink behind the wall.

Letting the bullet hit the wall in front of him with precision, the bricks and tiles and the skin of the wall were smashed into pieces, and there was no way to fight back.

Taking advantage of Skif's brave death-sending style of play, he unexpectedly gained a miraculous effect and suppressed the enemy.

Ford, Athlete, and poki rushed in after them, and the injured borz didn't hold back, and pointed his gun at the stairs on the third floor with one hand.

Prevent enemies from stealing ass!
Ford's remaining ammunition was also seriously short, so he could only suppress the gun one by one. He fired and asked, "Who still has grenades?"

Throwing the grenade at this position is completely different from before.

BEAR occupies an absolutely dominant position in the corridor, the position of the enemy is also clear, and the power of the grenade can be fully utilized.

Even if the USEC hides behind a wall cabinet, a grenade can be thrown there.

"Athlete doesn't, it's already fucking lost."

"I've already run out."

"Skif also has an F1."

BEAR each reported the situation of the grenade, because the gunshots were relatively noisy, and the voices were loud.

Maybe they heard what the BEARs said, and knew that the BEARs who had already taken advantage of the position were going to blow them up with grenades.

USEC, who had been hiding in the locker at the door of the locker room, had been in a stalemate with the BEARs for several minutes, suddenly gave up his defensive position and began to move backwards.

There were two USECs that came out, the magazine pockets on their chests were all empty, and the ammunition consumption was obviously very serious.

"Grass, they came out and are running inside."

Athlete discovered the situation at the first time, and immediately shouted and shot to keep the two of them, but it was a pity that he was too hasty and had no time to aim.

Two USECs flashed through the corridor and ran into the road leading to the interior.

"Damn it, don't let them run away..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Before Borz could finish his sentence, he was abruptly interrupted by a sudden gunshot, and then his body fell to the ground following the gunshot.

This is just the beginning, and the follow-up firepower will be even fiercer.

The remaining bullets are like crazy wild dogs, scurrying around in the narrow doorway, biting whoever they catch, and gnawing a hole in the wall when they bite.

If it is broken into several pieces, it will fly around and turn into the deadliest stray bullet.

Athlete, Ford, Poki and Skif were all stunned by the sudden rain of bullets, not caring whether the fallen Borz was alive or dead.

In order to save their lives, they all began to look for cover in a hurry.

Poki squatted down and hid behind the wall on the right, watching borz, who had fallen to the ground, spurting blood from his neck. As the youngest PMC in the team, he finally broke his defense at this moment, and could no longer hold his breath.

He asked in panic, "Who is shooting? Where is the shooting? Where did the bullets come from?"

"Calling from outside, 9 o'clock direction, pay attention to find a cover to hide." Ford reminded loudly.

"Borz looks seriously injured, we have to help him quickly, otherwise he will die, I'm suppressed, I can't go to help him, you guys hurry up and find a way." Poki screamed and roared.

"Shut up, idiot, he's not dying, he's already dead."

Athlete scolded Poki, turned to Ford and yelled: "Ford, there are two or three gunmen on the second floor of the opposite building, and our positions are all within the coverage of his gun lines.

Either we go down to the first floor to hide, or we rush into the dressing room, you have to make a decision. "

The structure of the house opposite is similar to that here, and the USEC inside is not as good as the BEAR here.

However, there is a new force on the opposite side, they have more ammunition reserves, they can fire unscrupulously, pouring firepower on this side crazily.

But the BEARs can't.

It's not that the marksmanship is not as good as the opponent's, but that their inventory doesn't allow it.

Bullets simply cannot withstand such consumption.

"We have to get into the locker room, as soon as possible, we're out of bullets, we have to get rid of those guys, so we have more chances." Poki couldn't hold his breath anymore.

After being scolded by Athlete, it seemed that Poki woke up, and he was no longer obsessed with saving borz.

Killing the enemy and snatching the opponent's weapons and ammunition is the worst way to replenish ammunition.

However, the BEARs have no choice.

"We have to kill them no matter what, and it is absolutely impossible to leave before that. As long as there is one bullet left, I will fuck Mother T." Skif yelled, with a firm attitude.

"You must be fucking crazy."

Athlete scolded Skif, but his actions were already on the same line as Skif.

He ran over to pick up Borz's gun, unloaded the magazine from the gun, and took off the remaining magazine from the tactical vest and put it on himself.

"We've got to get a shot, Skif, are the grenades ready?" Ford said.

"Already ready and on standby."

After Skif answered, he asked, "Then when shall we rush? Now?"

"No, the firepower outside is too fierce. It's too dangerous to go out now. You have to wait here. Don't worry, wait for my signal. I will let you throw a grenade. After throwing it, we will rush together." Ford said.

"Bang, bang, bang."

At this moment, amidst the chaotic sound of rifles outside, a few more bullets came from afar.

Originally at the window on the second floor opposite, the two USECs who were pressing down on the BEARs with their guns were shot down one after the other almost at the same time.

Both were headshot, and nearly half of their heads were gone.

(End of this chapter)