The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 452 Break out of the underground world!

In the dark pipeline, Michelin moved quickly with the help of the faint panic emitted by the lighter.

Michelin also didn't expect that the lighter that she carried with her back then came in handy in order to pretend to be a character.

This is a zppo kerosene lighter, small and exquisite, easy to carry. When I bought it, it cost Michelin thousands of dollars. According to the store's publicity, this lighter is also waterproof.

Michelin moves very fast. When she reaches the fork, she will stop for a while, looking for the mark she specially made on the pipe, and follow the mark to reach the place where the pipe is used.

She had to be quick, because she knew she didn't have much time left.

After 15 minutes, Michelin finally arrived at the main pipeline. She did not rush to act, but sat on the ground, took two deep breaths, adjusted her breathing rhythm, and recovered her strength by the way.

The more critical the time, the more calm you should be. This is Michelin's style of conduct all along.

After 1 minute, Michelin adjusted her state, slowly got up, and looked up to the top of her head.

This is a three-leaf exhaust fan with a vertical height of about three meters. The exhaust fan is at a position of about two meters, with a vertical height difference of about one meter in the middle, and the vertical height difference of about one meter is Michelin. The only hope of survival.

Michelin knew in her heart that as long as the opponent's commander was not stupid, they would definitely arrange people on the ground. The difference was that there were more people and fewer people.

This is the last hurdle and the saddest one.

This test is over, and Michelin is very confident that she can survive.

Soon, Michelin worked out a tactic. She first went up to the exhaust fan and used the exhaust fan as a focus to fight the people outside.

Thinking of this, Michelin put the rifle behind her back, and with a sudden force on her legs, she directly grasped the fan blades of the exhaust fan with both hands, and then with her arms, she pulled her body up and climbed onto the fan blades.

Michelin's weight is not particularly heavy, and this fan blade is made of steel, and the thickness is not bad enough to bear Michelin's weight. The middle of the fan blade is a solid iron column of about one square meter, which can also stand people.

This is a very dangerous thing. If Michelin cannot call out for a short time, Michelin will be completely in danger as soon as the power is turned on and the exhaust fan turns.

Outside the pipeline, two men in black were holding guns, the muzzles of the guns pointed at the pipeline, half kneeling on the ground, looking into the pipeline with extreme caution, their fingers were firmly on the trigger, and their nerves were extremely tense .

Michelin squatted and slowly walked to the middle of the fan blade near the outside of the pipe, then took a deep breath, poked her head quickly, glanced outward, and immediately squatted down.

As soon as he squatted down, the two men in black standing outside the pipe mouth directly pulled the trigger.

"Da da da……"

Bullets shot into the inside of the pipe one by one. Some bullets were embedded in the outer pipe, and some bullets bounced off and splashed everywhere. Sparks splashed in the pipe, and the noise continued.

Michelin squatted her body as hard as she could, protecting her head, fearing that stray bullets would hit her head.

However, this time, Michelin's luck didn't seem to be particularly good. A stray bullet hit Michelin's back directly, and immediately, blood flowed out.

Michelin snorted, and did not act rashly. Instead, she waited for the gunshots to stop, then reached out and touched the back, and then pulled a yellow-orange bullet.

The bullet didn't hit very deep, the bullet just entered the skin, but if Michelin wore thicker clothes, she wouldn't be injured, but helplessly, it was summer, and Michelin was wearing short sleeves and shorts.

Fortunately, no fucking high heels, otherwise Michelin would have been cold!

After Michelin pulled out the warhead, she felt the state of her body, and then turned her head quickly.

You must take the initiative. Only when you take the initiative can you hope to fight.

And what is initiative?

It is to seize control of the pipe mouth.

Now Michelin only has two magazines, and the last [-] bullets, so she must not be like the opponent, shoot without thinking, and must ensure that every bullet has a purpose, because Michelin does not know how many people are outside. keep watch.

After a two-second delay, Michelin suddenly raised the rifle in her hand.

This time, the opponent's reaction was obviously much faster. As soon as Michelin raised the rifle, the opponent's gunshot rang out.

This time, the opponent did not shoot without thinking. He fired two shots and found no one, so he stopped shooting.

However, as soon as the gunfire stopped, Michelle raised the rifle again.

With the nerves of the fucking brain highly tense, as long as there is any abnormality in his vision, he wants to pull the trigger.

Just this one action of raising the gun, Michelin did it more than a dozen times within 1 minute.

This is a specialized tactic called fatigue tactic, which can also be called psychological fatigue tactic.

After repeating this more than a dozen times, it almost drove the other party crazy, his nerves were extremely tense, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he didn't dare to be vague at all.

1 minute, only 1 minute the other party feels tired.

If you don't believe me, try to concentrate on one thing for 1 minute, and when you relax, you will definitely want to sleep.

After another lure, just as the gunshots stopped, Michelin stood up abruptly, held the gun in both hands, pulled the trigger horizontally at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Three shots, Michelin only fired three shots, and the two guards were headshot directly.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!
This kind of marksmanship has been fed with bullets for many years, and it has been practiced seriously.

One problem that Michelin often worries about is her hands. Other girls' hands are white, tender and slender, but Michelin's hands have a thick layer of calluses, which doesn't look so beautiful.

After killing the two of them with three shots, Michelin did not act rashly, but kept her original posture and was on guard.

Ten seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds...Suddenly, a branch suddenly stretched out. Michelle subconsciously prepared to pull the trigger, but couldn't help it at the last moment.

After another two seconds, a person poked his head suddenly.

At this moment, Michelin directly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet instantly penetrated the opponent's head, blood splattered everywhere.

Afterwards, Michelin continued to maintain this position, motionless.

Ten seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minute, 2 minutes... still no one showed up.

At this time, Michelin moved. She took a run-up step, jumped directly into the horizontal pipe, knelt on the ground with one knee, pointed the gun at the outside of the pipe, and stood still again.

Inside the pipeline, the last man in black stood on the left side of the station, with his gun pointed at the pipeline, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was extremely nervous.

The corpses of three teammates next to him were lying on the ground, the smell of blood was extremely strong, and the scene was extremely bloody.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes... Neither side moved. Michelle didn't know how many other people were on the other side, so she didn't dare to go out easily.

After about 5 minutes, there was a sudden movement in the pipeline, the huge exhaust fan started to run, and the power supply in the underground world was finally restored.

At this moment, Michelin had to move.

She knew in her heart that the other party would definitely send someone to support him as quickly as possible.

"Tat! Tat! Tat..."

Michelin first took two steps forward, then squatted halfway on the spot, her feet stepped on the ground quickly, making a burst of extremely compact and rhythmic footsteps.

The last man in black outside the pipeline heard the footsteps getting tighter and louder, his nerves tensed up instantly, he held his breath, and pressed his finger firmly on the trigger.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, but the figure did not appear, and the other party involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ta Tata..."

Two seconds later, there was another sound of footsteps, and this time Michelin moved a little forward.

The other party maintained the state just now.

To be honest, the mentality of the other party was almost fucking broken. There were four people in total. In the blink of an eye, three of his teammates became corpses, half of their heads were broken. This gave him a feeling that he was not Mickey at all. Lin's opponent.

After repeated several times, Michelin finally reached the mouth of the pipe, and the sound of footsteps stopped. When the other party took another breath, Michelin's muscles tensed up, her feet took a step on the pipe, and she flew straight out of the tunnel. Pipe, the difference is that Michelin is face up and back down.

This makes it easier for her to see around.

Almost instantly, Michelin's eyes locked on the last man in black, who was turning his gun.

However, it was already too late. The moment Michelin landed on the ground, she directly pulled the trigger on the opponent.

"Da da da……"

The gunfire roared, and the opponent was instantly beaten into a sieve.

"Peng!"

At the same time, Michelin fell heavily to the ground. In the next second, Michelin got up quickly, raised her gun and quickly scanned the surroundings.

After a while, Michelin put down the gun in her hand, sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was about to brighten. In the surrounding soil, crickets were chirping loudly, and a breeze blew by, making Michelin's hair flutter gently.

It's good to be alive!
However, Michelin knew that this was only the first step of escaping, and she should leave this deserted island next?
(End of this chapter)