my beauty world

Chapter 4 Predator

The sky is dark, the resort hotel lights up, the sound of human voices and music floats, and everything looks normal from the outside.

Ronan was holding the AR-15, leaning against the concrete pillars in the hallway, and in the next room, Booker was walking up and down the door.

The black man with dreadlocks on the left, with his AK upside down, was full of excitement, looking out from time to time, muttering black slang that outsiders could not understand.

Will slapped him and said, "Jamie, hold your breath, didn't you listen to what the boss said? Be calm when things happen! Just like you, you still want to manage a piece of land?"

Jamie shook his dreadlocks, touched AK's handguard and smiled: "I'm going to fuck five sons of bitches tonight!"

Seeing someone waving a bright flashlight at the inner window on the third floor, Ronan reminded him, "Attention, they are coming!"

Jamie grabbed a dreadlock and bit it in his mouth, his hands trembling with excitement: "Will, I'll let you hear the screams of the son of a bitch, just like the smuggling chick I fucked to death last month! The barking sounds enjoyable!"

Ronan looked at Jamie, and Will said casually: "Jamie has filmed several times in the northern valley, and he is very proficient in that area. Last month, he caught a Mexican chick who came to our site to steal things, and he fucked her to death. .”

Jamie grinned at Ronan: "Small."

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It was getting late, and the road was completely silent. Seven cars of various types rushed towards the hotel in two directions.

The big devil Paddy was sitting on the co-pilot of a car, using the walkie-talkie to give instructions: "Raul, you outflank the side door and block the back road! Don't kill him, try to catch them alive! I'm going to flay them! "

Laughter came from the intercom: "As you wish!"

Paddy said to the bearded man in the back seat, "Do you have a camera?"

The bearded man patted his bag: "I'm carrying it!"

Paddy said, "I'll skin off Ronan myself, and the old ones can be used for practice!"

The main entrance of the hotel opened, and five cars rushed in and stopped in front of the main entrance. Paddy patted his bulging pockets first, then picked up the M4 under his feet, and got out of the car one after another with his men.

Twenty strong Latin men with guns got out of the car, and two black men in waiter clothes screamed and ran faster than rabbits in the hall.

A figure wearing a baseball cap just entered the hall, and turned around and ran into the garden!

There is no door between the hall and the garden, an open and spacious corridor.

Those who followed in the afternoon saw the clothes and hats and shouted, "That's him!"

Paddy waved his hand: "Chase!"

More than a dozen people scrambled to catch up.

Paddy was long past the age of passion and impulsiveness, and he and the beard followed behind.

The two people who rushed to the front chased into the garden.

Behind the concrete pillar, Ronan quietly stretched out his gun, and two people came in, don't worry...

"Wow! Son of a bitch! Fuck!"

Dirty Braided Jamie stood up, pointed the AK at the aisle, pulled the trigger and fired, the bullets shot sparks from below!

The dozens of blacks who were ambushing all fired at this time, and the dense rain of bullets beat the two people who rushed out into a sieve.

Booker, who was in charge of the lights, turned on the switch, and eighteen headlights illuminated the garden brightly.

Ronan chose a position where he could see many parts of the hall. Immediately, the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, the trigger was pulled, and the Latin bald head who was looking for cover was shot through from front to back.

Then, he fired again and again, and blood bloomed continuously in his field of vision!
Combined with the precision shooting of veterans, he is also quite accurate when standing up and shooting.

Eight bullets, hit four Latin strong men on the ground.

Three of them were shot in the chest. At this distance, with the power of the rifle, the three of them were dead.

Another man was shot in the shoulder and screamed.

The gunfire suddenly weakened, and many black people like Jamie emptied their magazines in one go.

The bullets in the front shot and killed the two frontmost people of the Moros gang, and the bullets behind them flew all over the field.

Random marksmanship!

The opposite side took the opportunity to fight back.

The Moros gang wasn't much better off.

This is gangsters, not military police.

But there are so many people and fierce firepower, there are always unlucky ghosts. The blacks upstairs and the Latinos downstairs screamed from time to time when they were shot.

Several bullets landed near Ronan, sending debris flying from the concrete.

Ronan was not affected, his mentality and hands were extremely stable, and he kept looking for targets to shoot.

A cowboy hat just came out, Ronan turned his gun, and a short burst opened his zenith!

"Get out! Get out!" someone yelled in Spanish. "There's an ambush! It's the Carter gang niggers! Get out!"

After Ronan fired, he squatted down and changed places immediately.

Amid the crackling gunshots, there were five or six more holes in the concrete pillar, and several bullets flew out like a spinning top.

Changing positions, relying on the brick-concrete fence, Ronan raised his gun and fired, emptying the magazine in one go.

He shoots another big Latin guy.

At this moment, gunshots sounded outside the fence, and Kerry led people to copy the back of the Moros gang!
Ronan quickly changed the clips, silently opened his spirit vision, and his eyes swept from downstairs to upstairs, and there were about ten red halos.

Not a single innocent is here today!
He stretched out his left hand, constantly changing directions, and streaks of red light penetrated into the palm of his hand.

No skill beeps!

Until the last red light, a message flashed in his mind.

Proficient in Japanese: a language learned by a Latin-Japanese mixed race since childhood!

The number of soul fragments needed for promotion was still a little short, and Ronan shouted: "Kill Paddy, that son of a bitch!"

Paddy's voice came over: "Ronan! I'm going to kill you!"

The bullet came with the voice, but Ronan switched places when he spoke!

Paddy's fierce voice sounded again: "Ronan, I will cut your skin open one by one, and smash your bones piece by piece!"

After changing the magazines, the black uncles fired fiercely again. Although they squatted behind the brick-concrete fence one by one and shot their guns above their heads, upgrading from casual marksmanship to soul shooting, they couldn't hold back the firepower of many people.

Ronan took the opportunity to shoot and shot down a bearded man who was under attack from the rear.

With one left hand, another red light flew over.

It took a long time to turn on the spirit vision, and Ronan's head hurt slightly, so he quickly turned it off.

poof-poof-

A muffled gunshot came from a nearby staircase.

The black uncles were so excited that they yelled with the blessing of soul shooting, but no one heard them.

This is the sound of a gun with a silencer installed.

Ordinary guns and bullets, even if a silencer is added, will not have the exaggerated effect in film and television works.

The sound was very close, and Ronan had no time to think, and turned his gun to the stairs.

The two black men with their backs to the stairs, their torsos bleeding, both fell to the ground.

Two black-clothed gunmen with M4 carbines touched at the same time.

The gunman named Raul gave priority to killing the black man who was shooting diagonally. As soon as he turned around, he saw a gun pointing at him a few meters away, and then he couldn't feel his body.

At a distance of more than four meters, Ronan blew off the head of the nearest gunman in black and fired repeatedly.

The other gunman was shot with four or five bullets, his chest and abdomen were smashed, and the other gunmen were pinned down on the stairs and could not show their faces.

The black uncles reacted, and many of them turned their guns and shot toward the stairs.

The gunmen quickly retreated.

But gangsters are not military police, lack of coordination and command, too many blacks turned their guns to this side.

Ronan didn't dare to experience the black man's soul shooting technique, so he broke open a door inside the corridor, jumped in, lay down on the ground, not daring to move.

Sure enough, where he was before, I don't know how many ricochet bullets he suffered.

There were too many guns turning upstairs, and the Moros Gang in the lobby lost pressure. They rushed into the garden, kicked doors and windows, and got into various halls on the first floor.

Booker and Will shouted loudly, urging the black uncles to go downstairs to pursue.

Many people died, and the morale of the black uncles dropped, and they began to dawdle.

Booker understood his compatriots, and loudly announced that there would be a reward of [-] U.S. dollars for every Moros gang member killed, and the black uncles immediately rushed down screaming.

Ronan activated his spirit vision, absorbed five soul fragments, and was only two short of twenty. He quickly replaced a new magazine, left the room and followed the black man downstairs.

"Wait!" Booker yelled.

Ronan only replied: "I want to kill the big devil Paddy with my own hands!"

There was constant gunfire on the first floor.

Although there were black people exploring the way ahead, Ronan remained vigilant and stooped forward with a gun. The gunshots rang out on the first floor, and the black man screamed and fell to the ground.

Ronan tilted his head slightly, raised his gun and fired. Two bullets knocked down the enemy, and he shot in the head without hesitation.

The M9 in the man's hand fell on the stairs.

This is a dance hall, and gunshots rang out from the stairs on the other side. A gunman in black was shooting at Jamie with braids.

Ronan turned down the stairs, aimed at the black-clothed gunman in the distance, and repeatedly pulled the trigger. At least three bullets hit the torso.

In the banquet hall, including the two killed by Ronan, there were five corpses.

"Who!" Dreadlocked Jamie asked.

"I, Ronan." Replying briefly, Ronan activated his spirit vision, and five red halos were floating above their respective corpses.

With a slight pain in the head, one piece of the left hand was aimed at the red halo one after another, and the five soul fragments entered the book of domination.

Braided Jamie lowered his muzzle and walked towards Ronan.

Ronan hid behind the solid wall and called out the Book of Dominion. The soul fragments on the page showed 23 pieces.

He didn't move the first piece of the hunting dog, grabbed the 20 yuan behind with his left hand, and put it on his chest, but there was no movement.

According to the rules of the Book of Ruler, Ronan silently recited "Promote Predator", and it was still the same.

wrong?He thought for a while and understood what was going on.

In the promotion description, a third party must participate...

Ronan let go of the AR-15, picked up the M9 pistol on the ground, and pointed it at Braided Jamie.

The latter turned pale with shock: "I am one of my own!"

bang-bang-

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Ronan fired five shots in a row, the pistol was thrown back to the ground, and Jamie collapsed to the ground.

Hiding behind the wall, breaths that could not be detected by eyes surged from all directions, and landed on the left hand on Ronan's chest one after another, urging the soul fragments to melt.

The red light flashed away.

Ronan felt a series of subtle changes in his body. The most obvious point was that the headaches caused by using Spirit Vision for a long time and the fatigue caused by fighting disappeared instantly.

Physical condition has never been better!
At the same time, a message flashed in my mind: "I have been promoted to the first level: Predator!"

Ronan looked at the almost transparent book in front of him, turned the pages with his mind, and successfully opened the second page!

(End of this chapter)