zombie frenzy

Chapter 572
The musketeer held his gun, stood below and changed his position, but he still couldn't pull the trigger.

"What's wrong?" The lieutenant colonel sensed that something was wrong, and asked in a low voice.

"The angle is too small, there is no way to aim." The musketeer said anxiously.

Looking up, he couldn't see anything except a section of the gun barrel.

The gap between the billboard and the window was extremely small, and he couldn't take a few steps back to aim at Cruise, let alone a few steps back, just one step, and he would walk outside the billboard.

"Didn't it mean that it could shoot through walls?" asked the lieutenant colonel.

"Yes, but where should the muzzle be aimed?" the musketeer said dejectedly.

The lieutenant colonel rolled his eyes, covered the walkie-talkie with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Little guy, do you dare to take a gamble?"

"What?" James leaned against the corner, put his hands on his shoulders, and said grinning.

"The guy who injured you just now is still waiting for you to show up. We have already fixed him." The lieutenant colonel said, "Go a few steps outside and rush to me and the musketeer."

Panting, James leaned against the wall and asked, "How far?"

"30 meters, how about it? Take a gamble?" said the lieutenant colonel.

"Don't listen to him, it's too dangerous." The musketeer snatched the walkie-talkie and glared at the lieutenant colonel angrily.

James gasped, looked sideways at the blood on his shoulder, thought and thought, slowly took off his clothes, stood up, and whispered, "Get ready."

The musketeer said in a low voice, "Boy, are you dying? Don't listen to Larry, just move away from me."

"Three, two, one."

James ignored him, leaned against the wall and counted in a low voice, and when he finished speaking, he shook his hands and threw the clothes out.

Puff puff.

Several holes were pierced in Feiyang's clothes in an instant, sparks were scattered all over the ground, and the steel ball blasted out a few pits and flew to nowhere.

The musketeer held his breath, and the lieutenant colonel and the lieutenant colonel raised their heads and raised their guns to aim. The puffing sound from James' side reached their ears, and the two clenched their guns tightly. Stop, but can't find time to wipe.

After throwing out the clothes, James rushed out without following. He leaned against the wall and waited for a few seconds. After watching the clothes flying and falling to the ground, he waved his arms and threw out another piece of clothes.

This time there was no pause, the clothes just flew up, and seeing a hole in it, James gritted his teeth and roared loudly, and rushed out from the corner.

He didn't stay away from the building, but ran along the wall, shouting all the way, and ran towards the musketeer.

"Shit."

Cruise cursed after the first wave of attacks failed, and waited quietly.

It's just a little trick that I've been tired of playing for a long time, and the next thing is to die.

In just a few seconds, as expected, the kid over there rushed out. Cruise smiled triumphantly, twitched his fingers, and watched several transparent holes appear on the figure.

The light-transmitting clothes made Cruise stop shooting, his eyes widened, he let go of one hand, and suppressed his strength to hammer around him.

Another scam.

Cruise thought to himself, as soon as the thought appeared, he saw a figure rushing out between the clothes and the corner of the wall.

"Damn it, damn it."

In the corner of Cruise's eyes, the figure disappeared in an instant. He hurriedly clenched the gun, leaned his body out, and the muzzle of the gun chased the opponent and moved quickly.

"Hey, Cruise."

A familiar voice came from below, Cruise screamed wildly, without even looking at it, his body backed away quickly, before his eyes, a piece of sparks splashed, the glass was smashed into countless small pieces, and fell crashing .

Blood shot out, half of Cruise's face was covered with blood, his ears were cut off, and his left hand was broken at the elbow.

"what……"

Cruise rolled on the ground, quickly pulled off the belt with his right hand, strangled his arm vigorously, knelt on the ground, and screamed in pain.

During the tumbling, the electromagnetic gun backpack fell from his body. Cruise struggled to get up, grabbed the backpack with one hand, and fled out staggeringly.

"Quick, I've hit him." The musketeer shouted loudly and rushed into the hall quickly.

James threw himself on the ground until the two men disappeared in the lobby. Then he regained his strength and chased after them, shouting loudly, "Wait for me."

There was blood all over the place. The musketeer glanced into the room, turned around and quickly chased after him, "He can't escape far, Larry, let them block him below, don't let him escape."

"Where did you hit?" James caught up and asked excitedly looking at the big pool of blood.

The lieutenant colonel estimated and said, "It seems that something was interrupted, it should be a hand."

The bloodstains flowed upwards, probably because they knew that there were enemies downstairs, blood spots splashed on the steps, and a few bloody palms were printed on the wall like this.

"Damn it, he can really escape." The musketeer chased after him quickly, shouting excitedly.

Da da da.

Suddenly there was a violent gunshot, and sparks splashed and danced in front of several people. On the corridor, flames sprayed towards them, and the bullet casings rolled and fell non-stop. In a narrow space, the gunshots could kill people The ears are deafened.

"There's an ambush, damn it, I've been fooled." The musketeer hid around the corner, his body was scratched with blood by stray bullets.

The lieutenant colonel peeked out, "It's those mobile heavy machine guns."

James followed behind, leaning against the wall, not daring to move, and asked nervously, "What should I do? Just wait like this?"

"Can you grab the upper barrel?" asked the lieutenant colonel.

James shook his head. "No, I don't even know where they are."

The lieutenant colonel said, "I'll give you a chance, are you ready?"

The musketeer patted James, "I'll be the first one, Larry will follow, and you'll be the last one. Be sure to spot them."

The electromagnetic gun was pulled through the wall, and a string of sparks splashed on the corridor above. Several big men holding heavy machine guns and heavy sniper bombardments dodged for a while, and the gunfire stopped for a while.

The musketeer yelled loudly, rushed out from the corner, held up the gun and kept pulling, shooting at the top indiscriminately.

Although his attack was silent, the electromagnetic gun that penetrated the brick wall was so powerful that all those guys closed their eyes and shot down blindly.

Da da da.

The lieutenant colonel pulled the trigger rhythmically, followed behind the musketeer, occupying the corridor from left to right.

The firepower net moved forward, and stray bullets flew on it. Both sides raised their guns and fired blindly at the possible positions of the other side.

In the corridor, sparks splashed everywhere, hitting the surrounding walls and steps on the ground with pits, gravel everywhere, and the sound of stray bullets bouncing non-stop.

"what……"

Hearing the gunfire outside not only did not subside but became more violent, James shouted vigorously at the corner, and after the two companions rushed out for a few seconds, he finally rushed out, his eyes widened, and he searched in the firelight above. With the presence of the barrel.

Opening the palm, two beams of white light flew out, one hit the flame and was burned by it, and the other accurately landed on the gun barrel.

The already dark red gun barrel was extremely hot, and the white thread was entangled on it, causing an unpleasant burnt smell to rise in an instant.

James watched in surprise, kicked his feet, and retreated sharply. At the same time, he swung his arms and pulled the barrel down forcefully.

The heavy machine gun that was firing suddenly shifted its muzzle, as if someone was snatching it, and all the bullets aimed at the corridor on the fourth floor were sprayed to the vicinity of the first floor.

The heavy machine gunner glanced out, hugged the heavy machine gun, pulled it up vigorously, pressed the handle of the gun, and tilted the muzzle up.

The white thread exuded an unpleasant burnt smell and sizzled. When the heavy machine gunner pressed hard, the white thread broke with a snap.

The muzzle of the gun was raised quickly, the bullets jumped in the chamber, the body of the gun vibrated, and the muzzle was raised higher and higher. Before the guy could react, the heavy machine gun was already facing the top of the head, and the bullets were bombarding upwards. A few guys saw the weapon out of control, turned around and left without thinking.

The musketeer and the lieutenant colonel hid in the corner and shot randomly, and suddenly felt that the stray bullets flying over had become less. They looked up and shouted excitedly. The two rushed up quickly with their guns in their arms.

The heavy machine gunner was instantly beaten into a sieve, and several fleeing companions looked back, shouted in horror, fled into the floor along the bloodstains, and desperately chased after him.

"Don't run."

James also followed, with his palms open, white lines sprayed out, hitting the left and right of the people in front continuously. It seemed that the power was no less than the sprayed bullets, and they all couldn't hit them.

A running figure, swift pursuit.

Shooting in such a situation is only to deter the enemy, not to kill them with one shot. Only Bonnie can do such a thing.

At the end of the corridor, an executive chair was overturned, and the metal file cabinet was also thrown outside.

The heavy machine gun roared again, and several automatic rifles fired from side to side, making it impossible for them to get out.

"Guo, we're on the sixth floor." The lieutenant colonel shouted, "Eugene, get someone to find a way to come in from the outside. They're already blocked here."

Bonnie found the enemy's Fangwai in the distance, and a few electromagnetic guns swept towards it without reservation.

Puff puff.

Everything in front of the steel ball on the floor was shattered.

The glass slammed down, the table was punched with holes, and the stationery was broken into pieces. However, the floor was very wide and deep, and this kind of shooting could not hurt Cruise and the others at all, and they didn't even touch their sides. , I don't know where I flew to.

James followed behind, took a few sneak peeks, and suddenly opened his hand, and a white light shot out from the palm of his hand, stuck to a door on the opposite side, and tore it open forcefully.

As if someone rushed out of the door, the door suddenly opened, and with a bang, it hit the wall heavily.

Not far away, the big men who were busy blocking the corridor shouted in panic, their guns shifted quickly, and hit the door crackling, punching a large hole in it.

The lieutenant colonel fell to the ground and rushed out. Gunshots rang out rhythmically, and flames sprayed from the muzzle, calling out the enemies on the opposite side one by one.

The musketeer exposed half of his body from the corridor, and the electromagnetic gun was pointed there. The executive chair and the iron file cabinet couldn't stop the bombardment of the steel balls. Blood spurted out from behind the figure, and several guys fell back screaming. , The heavy machine gun fired randomly, causing sparks to splash in the passage, and the stray bullets flew non-stop.

"Cruise, it's your turn." The musketeer raised his gun and approached there step by step.

"Want my life?"

Inside the room, Cruise laughed loudly, "You idiots, didn't anyone tell you that you should be chased by the poor?"

Rumble.

The wall suddenly collapsed, masonry splashed, and smoke and dust dispersed.

A burly figure rushed out of the smoke, roared loudly, and hugged the musketeer and the lieutenant colonel in his arms. With a loud bang, they smashed into the wall of the passageway, rolled and fell together. go in.

(End of this chapter)