Son of the Tower

Chapter 320

Port Scarro, the first residential area, Master Wu Auditorium.

Master Wu is a master in southern Thailand. The term master in the era of great destruction represents the existence of a god-like power, and Master Wu has another identity in Westland, that is, the Lord of Justice.

This god of myriad changes of appearance saved the flames of a precarious civilization in the middle of the era of catastrophe, so that this small flame would not be extinguished.

At the end of the catastrophe, this being with the power of a god left this world—he seemed to be a being chasing hope, saving all the innocents who needed to be saved.Therefore, the Wufuzi Auditorium has always been protected in the East, and sometimes people can even get inspiration from it.

Song Guo came here with two teammates of her team. Before they arrived, the messenger of the tower had contacted the head of Master Wu's auditorium. He greeted Song Guo and her teammates calmly.

"If there is no notice from the tower, I don't know that something bad is about to happen. You can go to the tower of training, which has the best shooting position." The old man looked at the pine cone while talking, and his gaze attracted Pine Cone's curiosity: "Your Excellency, you have been looking at me, what's wrong."

"...It's nothing, I just feel that you are somewhat similar to an old friend of mine." The old man sighed at this point: "I haven't seen this old friend for a long time, sorry, I seem to be living in the past. "

"...I'll go first, Your Excellency." Song Guo blinked, and then led her teammates to the wooden door leading to the training tower.

The red-haired girl following Song Guo was a little curious: "Sister Song Guo, does he know your father?"

"My father never left his homeland." Song Guo replied while walking on the steps.

But... do you really know my mother, Your Excellency, do you really know that woman whom my father calls a witch, who is feared and alienated.

Song Guo wants to know the answer, but she is afraid of the answer, because her mother has been dead for many years, and the relationship between father and daughter has finally been repaired.

Come to the top floor of the Admonition Tower, the preliminary preparations have been completed here, including curtains, bulletproof panels, and prefabricated shooting positions.

The dwarf girl carrying four integrated military rocket launchers leaned the tubes behind her against the wall. She raised the curtain and saw the large square in the distance: "If those guys really want to do something, the autumn festival The crowd is the best target for sacrifice."

"That's why Your Excellency the Chief asked us to come here. When necessary, we must disperse the crowd or shoot high-value targets." Song Guo put the gun box behind him on the ground, opened the box cover and started to assemble Her precision sniper rifle—this was the new gun Mars had requested for her after that night of fighting.

24-inch long barrel, electromagnetically driven firing system, automatically measures wind speed, wind deflection and temperature difference, and gives the accurate landing position directly in the sight.

Song Guo's squirrel teammate is assembling her marksman rifle, and her deputy shooter is also the squirrel marksman who shined brilliantly that night. The confirmed shooting target is 27 people.

Squirrels are generally weak, they are always the kind of children who are bullied, but there are always one or two bold ones out of thousands.

·Squad Curie is online, Sister Song Guo, we are on the water tower on your left, straight-line distance 725.

·The Snow Pheasant Team is online, Song Guo, we are on the [-]th floor of the Happiness Building on your right, you should be able to see us.

Listening to the communication from the leader of the cooperation team in the system, Song Guo set up his gun and looked at the statue made of straw in the square that would be burned in six days... a distance of [-].

·This is the Pine Cone Squad, I'm here.

………………

That is your child.

Seeing the three young children running into the wooden door and hearing their footsteps running on the wooden steps, the old hall master gradually showed a smile on his face.

Our original sword team was said to be the weakest team in a century. We struggled and worked hard, but in the end everyone died, scattered, old and old. The instructor looked at us pitifully and sent us The first class was directly disbanded... I thought that the recasting of the tower was just a rumor from the southerners, but I shouldn't question the mentor's promise.

Behold, our successors are back, young as we are, as you are.

That is your flesh and blood, Huirong, your daughter has grown up and walked your way.

The old hall master turned and walked to his living room, which was a small room deep in the church. He pushed open the wooden door, went to the wall and pulled the wall lamp.

The floor in front of him was parting, and a table rose up, with all kinds of weapons and firearms on it.

The old man came to the table and pulled out the dagger from its sheath. Its style was simple but its blade was as new.

Taking out the pistol from the holster, he pulled the slide, and the yellow bullets quietly waited for the master's call, and the smell of gun oil spread into the old man's nostrils.

Picking up the old-fashioned semi-automatic rifle from the rack, the old man poured out the bullets from the ammunition box on the table and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

The twenty rounds were quickly finished. He raised the gun, pulled the trigger, smiled at the perfectly maintained empty magazine, and loaded the magazine.

The old man pushed the rocker, lifted the machine out of the wall, pushed the empty magazine under the machine, and poured the bullets into the inlet on the machine.

The transparent full-automatic bomb pressing machine in the middle starts to work, and the bullets are arranged one by one, and a file will flatten their warheads; below it, a sharpened knife will engrave cross marks on the bullets; and the third The first process will have squeeze pinholes to squeeze the holy balm into the indentation of the cross.

Back at the table, the old man pulled out the dagger and put it on the second machine, which would help its owner to transform the blade of the dagger into a serrated shape, and then smeared it with holy sesame oil. This holy hunt requires perfection weapons.

The pistol was disassembled, and new parts were found by the old man. There was a long sleeve engraved with sacred words on the outside, a strengthened silver spring, and a firing pin with a golden tip. Each pistol bullet was poured into a bowl full of oil, with a small Small mechanical bodies bathe them.

After reloading the pistol, the old man glanced at the photo frame next to the table. In the photo inside, he was sitting or standing with his teammates as a young man. There were strong highhoofs who died in order to keep more people alive. There is a strong dwarf who fell into the abyss to save everyone; there is a house goblin who pretends to be mature and died on a riotous dock to cover his comrades.

He also saw a gray-haired squirrel girl smiling beside him.

In the end, I was the only one left.

The old man picked up the badge in the recess of the table, turned it over, and put a tiny battery into the storage compartment.

"Who else...remembers that I used to be a lamp bearer too."

The old man sighed in the room.

(End of this chapter)