Abyss Express

[Part ① Did not kill the wrong person]

Xue Ming felt his body lighten up, and the moment the fog dissipated, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he came to the thermal power station of [KINGDOM·王土].

The location where he is located is the chemical storage place, and the middle road for wet desulfurization products. The output and input of the power station are here, which is convenient for trucks to enter and exit. The left and right sides of the back are regular rock wall seals, and the front is the storage warehouse and the machine room of the desulfurization department.

Going forward along the road, but only fifty meters away, you came to the first checkpoint.

Xue Ming and the security personnel gave a signal to express their intention to come, and then the manager came to receive him. In just two minutes, a Land Rover military vehicle drove up from a small market farther away, and four well-dressed hunters got out of the vehicle. It is the leader of the war gang under the Eros Mercy Society, three men and one woman.

The tall man in the lead stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Xueming as a gesture of goodwill, and spoke Japanese.

"Why didn't Mr. Shicun come in person today?"

Xueming took a closer look——

——This man is thick-backed, seven feet tall, with a white face and no beard. He has a big bald head and is fully equipped.

He responded in Chinese: "Ishimura Takuma entrusted me to do things, and asked me to send the students out."

The bald man immediately responded in Chinese: "That's not what I said before."

In the environment created by [KINGDOM·王土], it is impossible to get in touch with the outside world, and information can only be transmitted through letters or recordings. At this moment, the employees of the flesh and blood processing factory don't know what happened outside.

Xue Ming: "If you want to get promoted, just do it."

As soon as these words came out, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the four guests, but it dissipated in an instant.

Xue Ming went straight to the co-pilot of the vehicle, ignoring the small leaders of these war gangs.

He knew that most of the leaders of these war gangs were the godsons of Ishimura Takuma——

——Just like the relationship between Lawrence Madison and his six children, most underworld forces manage their subordinates with families rather than written contracts. This form of management costs the lowest.

The sentence just now [If you want to be promoted, do it] obviously touched the weakness of these hunters and hit their deadly pain.

The bald man climbed into the car sullenly, but he couldn't say anything. The agent of unknown origin seemed to have a good relationship with his godfather. He ran to the amusement park non-stop to handle errands.

They can't afford to mess with such a ruthless character.

The amusement park is where Ishimura Takuma raises hunters. There are not many opportunities to practice real swords and guns. When recording programs for TV stations, it is necessary for the director to write the script. Occasionally, some unlucky ghosts are really killed by meat tickets, which is also a lack of strength. Willing to gamble and admit defeat.

"How many people are there in the camp?" Xue Ming looked at the street scene of the market outside the window.

The bald man immediately said: "There are fifty people, and the rest of the armed forces are going to surround the students. Mr. Shicun said before that they should not be moved. I am afraid that they will run around, so I set up machine guns at the guard posts around the entrance-as long as these small students You son of a bitch, be obedient and don't come here to seek death, everything will be fine."

Xue Ming pointed to the small light sign in the market: "There's no rush, drive to the canteen in front and stop."

The bald man didn't know what the big man wanted to do, so he had to follow suit.

Xue Ming first took a look at the terrain. Most of the power stations are surrounded by towering cooling towers and coal conveyors. This is the workers’ canteen, and there are also some free supermarket counters, which are employee benefits for armadillo hunters.

Many hunters gathered outside the big water tower of the fire department to watch movies and eat melon seeds. There were twenty of them.

Xueming's eyes swept over——

——From the fourth floor to the first floor of the dormitory building, the guys on the night shift are still sleeping. Taking the canteen as the midpoint of the coordinate system, there are four card tables on the southwest side of the dormitory building, surrounded by sixteen people.

After reading all this, Xue Ming asked the bald man to reach out and shake hands with a smile.

"Sorry, I was rude just now."

The bald man was surprised, but felt a little embarrassed, as if flattered.

"Oh, it's Okay."

Xue Ming took a closer look, and found that the other party had a tattoo of a peregrine falcon, an agent of the Eros and Mercy Society, on his arm.

He shook hands with the other two men as a gesture of goodwill—

"——Hello, I just got off the line of fire, and I can't relax my tense nerves. I'm rude, sorry."

The two men got out of the car and shook hands with Xue Ming one by one.

A scarred face with lemur tattoos on his hands.

A one-eyed dragon with a tattoo of a viper on his hand.

The lady at the end was a little pushy—

——She flicked her blond hair and held out her right hand. A frivolous attitude of asking for a hand kiss.

Xue Ming glanced at the tattoo pattern carefully, it was the pattern of an arctic fox. It matches the war gang banners in the cafeteria and dormitory, and I'm sure all the little leaders are here.

The lady waited for a long time, but she still didn't see Xue Ming coming to kiss the back of her hand, she finally felt a little angry.

Her breathing became short, as if insulted.

Xue Ming walked straight to the cafeteria and talked to the bald brother next to him.

"Would you like to eat something first?"

The three men looked at each other and smiled, and looked at the lady with a little more playfulness. Follow Xueming into the cafeteria.

The lady was the last to follow, her expression contorted with anger. Clench your fists.

Pushing open the door of the cafeteria, a wrench fell from Xue Ming——

——It fell on the concrete floor, and there was a piercing echo in the empty hall.

Both the peregrine falcon and the lemur froze—

——The viper and arctic fox were immediately on alert.

Because [KINGDOM·王土] has rules, no one is allowed to bring weapons here except Mr. Ishimura who personally escorts the weapons.

Xue Ming bent down and picked up the wrench, complaining in his heart that the equipment he picked up really didn't fit, and wanted to complete two lines.

"I'm actually an engineer"

The bald peregrine then said, "So it's understandable to keep wrenches and screwdrivers on hand, right?"

Xueming: "Hahahahahaha!"

Lemur: "Hahahahahahahahaha! I've seen this movie! It's very interesting! Kung Fu! Kung Fu plus football! It's funny!"

Hearing laughter, the last two men and women entered the cafeteria, and the moment the door closed——

——At the moment when the soft rubber windproof pad covered the door.

Xue Ming smashed the peregrine falcon's head with a wrench, and the huge force almost bent the old antique found in the tool room of the winery.

Immediately, he threw away the damaged worker's treasure, hugged the huge dead body of the peregrine falcon and rushed forward, snatched a Nepalese machete from the warm corpse of the peregrine falcon, and savagely attacked the nearest lemur hack away.

The arctic fox, who was a little farther away, tried to draw his gun, but the peregrine falcon's body knocked him out of his mind.

Almost at the same time, the lemur used all its strength to deal with the life-threatening blade coming towards its head. He only felt his chin tilted, and his cheeks were burning with pain—a savage punch hit his left cheek, and his brain was smashed into his blocking right arm, causing the stab-proof suit to rip apart.

The blade of the scimitar cut into two pieces with the arm! Embedded in the brain tissue of the lemur.

The hilt of the knife couldn't bear the severe injury and snapped in two, and before it hit the ground, it erupted like a thunderous kick on the ground.

It flew into the head of the one-eyed adder, piercing through the good eye socket.

It happened so fast, so fast—

——When the arctic fox pushed the leader's corpse, the gunsmith was still groping for the lady.

The arctic fox saw the steaming dead body that was still convulsing just now, and felt that the murderous man in front of her seemed to be looking for something, groping for something, she immediately began to flirt and laugh, trying to survive.

"What are you touching? You. You want to. You want me"

Xueming finally found it.

"Yes, I will borrow your flame arrester."

In front of the arctic fox, he stepped on the lady's chest, telling her to stay still, and quickly screwed the flash hider into the muzzle of the secondary weapon pistol.

Like the explosion of firecrackers, the subsonic pistol bullet hit the head of the team leader, and she finally swallowed her last breath.

Xue Ming turned around, walked to the brain-deformed Peregrine Falcon, and took another shot.

Walked to the side of the lemur that had a severed knife in its head, and took another shot.

Walked to the Viper who had a big brain hole, and took another shot.

Until the four watermelons at the gate were cracked and the flesh was scattered all over the ground, he glanced at his watch and stopped the timing.

— Eleven seconds.

"You slowed down."

After thinking about it, he couldn't count it this way. The captains of these armadillo hunters were all elite fighters after all, and they couldn't be generalized with the trash fish they had fought against before.

"But you're still a gunsmith."

[Part ② I also want to look back at the explosion]

Uncovering the windproof rubber mat in the cafeteria, Xue Ming wanted to see if anyone was coming. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a good hunter sneaking peeping outside the door—it seemed that the business of murder had been done a lot. The sound of subsonic bullets alerted him.

The hunter brother felt his neck sink and was pulled into the house. He was about to ask for help when he heard a click.

His head and body were thinking of their own, causing Xue Ming to twist——

——Put down the body, and the gunfire rang out again. There are a lot of watermelon pulp on the ground.

There was more and more blood on the gunsmith's body. The helper in the back kitchen of the cafeteria had just come out pushing the dining cart. The chef was wearing a high hat, looking down and struggling to push the cart. Two frozen human legs fell from the kitchen cabinet, and he hurriedly picked them up, only feeling strange when he smelled blood.

It is obviously frozen goods, how could it smell like blood?

He licked the frozen meat and finally realized that the fishy smell was not coming from the kitchen cabinet.

But what he didn't know was that after he licked it - the neutral icon on his head turned bright red in the eyes of the gunsmith twenty meters away.

Xue Ming raised his gun and blasted to empty the magazine, smashing the kitchen helper into a sieve.

From the corpse, eight boxes of spare ammunition and two knives were found. He quickly moved to the kitchen backstage.

The two staff members were still stealing human flesh. It was the top chef who was tasting the original Jiuzhuan large intestine. I saw a figure pushing the door and entering, with two guns in the chest and one head. Hua Tuo couldn't be saved when he came.

Xue Ming flipped out from the back kitchen window and got into the studio.

The TV station in Eureka Volcano City is also filming an NC-21 adult column called "Bloody Weekend Night", which contains various hidden room games with novelty, erotic, and violent elements.

Because the guests did not come, the students of Galahad were absent, and the director Tolowsky was still worried about the next episode.

He called a young and beautiful female assistant to accompany him, and complained on the balcony on the fourth floor. The prop crew and camera crew were all on vacation because of Conquer Johnny's order—or they were sent to another place to work overtime.

He is now unavailable and has become a polished commander.

"Director, it's not your fault. It's all about that stupid Ishimura. He doesn't understand art."

The female assistant slowly took off her clothes and lay naked next to the director.

"If Ishimura Takumi knows the truth, he can definitely hire another batch of film crews, let's shoot something else!"

Director Tolowsky glared angrily, grabbed the head of his female companion and cursed: "Do you know! I'm very angry now!"

Before he finished speaking, the gunsmith turned over from the balcony next door.

He was covered in blood and had a gun in his hand.

Before the female assistant could scream——

——Xue Ming instinctively shot his head.

"Sorry, did I kill the wrong person?" The gunsmith asked calmly.

Covering his steaming face, the big director took out a few artificial ceramic teeth and fillings for his false nose from his beard, and wiped away the blood.

"No."

The gunsmith turned his gun: "This building is clean, and you are the only one left."

Great Director: "Who the fuck are you?"

Gunsmith: "I heard that this place has a lot of bloody scum, ogres, and excellent workers in human flesh factories, so I came here."

Great director: "Then you have come to the right place."

Gunsmith: "I went to the warehouse, but I couldn't find anyone, and there was no one in the studio, can you help me find them?"

The big director found two business cards from his clothes, and pushed away the naked, headless female corpse.

He shook his body, his eyes were terrified, and his madness index had exceeded the standard, but his strong will to survive forced him to stay awake, and he handed over the contact information of the two groups that asked for leave to fish, to this strange person who didn't know where they came from.

The gunsmith took the business card, looked at both, and took note of the address and phone number.

"Thanks."

Great director: "You're welcome."

"What's your name?" asked the gunsmith.

Great Director: "Trovsky"

Gunsmith: "Russians?"

The great director shook his head sadly: "Stage name. Stage name, I am actually German. Just using a Russian stage name, there will always be a sad, bleak artistic temperament, very charming."

Xue Ming tilted his head——

— seems to be thinking.

The big director immediately said, "Did you record it?"

Xue Ming didn't speak.

"I mean! You must have recorded it! Right! You killed everyone in this building? You must have recorded it!" The director seemed to have found inspiration and was about to dedicate himself to art: " That multimedia center, that red dot"

He pointed to the FOB radio on the gunsmith's shoulder.

The gunsmith tilted his head to look at the combat recording screen, and it was indeed recorded.

"That's right."

The great director opened his arms and said with a sense of ceremony——

"—then shoot. You killed the right man."

Xue Ming raised his hand to pull the trigger, and there was an extra life in his hand.

He took off the FOB and wiped off the blood on his face facing the camera, his face full of disbelief.

"Boss, I really don't understand what's going on in these guys' minds—why they can do that..."

Xue Ming made gestures, his expression was like that of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, his nasolabial folds appeared.

"Why is it so... I can't describe it, so let me do my work first."

He put the FOB back into the MOLLE system, and went all the way down from the water pipe of the studio building, observing the movements of the soldiers in the market center.

Someone has already noticed the tragedy that happened in the cafeteria——

——The soldiers have lost their commander in chief, but there is still a group or dormitory leader who is the command and dispatcher of the leader unit.

"The leader has been killed!"

"Quick! Go to the armory!"

"Arm up! Arm up! Ready for battle!"

"Where is the enemy?!"

These messy messages came out of the earphones all at once. The gunsmith lurked around the building area, followed more than 20 active soldiers around, and finally found the armory.

Soldiers are not allowed to equip weapons when they have no missions. For example, the secondary weapon pistol on the arctic fox has become a command flag in charge of life and death.

When the soldiers came to the armory and began to put on their armor and took away the HK416 on the wall, Xue Ming squeezed into the crowd, lamenting the excellent equipment and expensive weapons of these hunters.

According to the order of precedence, take the armor in the front hall, the bullets in the middle hall, and the explosive bombs in the back room.

In the team of more than twenty people, no one was suspicious, but felt that there was an unnatural new face.

There are six high-value targets who are similar to dormitory leaders or squad leaders dispatching order on the scene, but the commander-in-chief is dead. These hunters are currently scattered, without a clear division of labor, and they are in a mess. It is to take away the equipment mechanically, and gradually equip the armor bullets according to the content of the usual practice.

The gunsmith evaded with a short body, and shouted to his brothers in broken Japanese: "Let's go, let's go."

He squeezed into the back room and talked to the chief of the armed forces who was in charge of the bomb.

"Some brothers are fighting, you'd better go out and have a look."

Just this one sentence made the two managers take their guard lightly, lost their minds in the high-pressure environment, and said cursingly: "Fuck! What time is it!"

Xue Ming came to the explosives warehouse, glanced at eight types of bombs in different shapes, and quickly thought about the ways and means of delaying the firing of the fuzes, as well as their killing radius.

But in just a few seconds—

——He found fourteen grenades from the cabinet door, with five fingers holding [Fragrant Fantasy]'s five fingers, and pulled out ten pull rings together.

Then throw them quickly and evenly to the other two rooms. Use different strengths to throw different distances.

After doing all this, Xue Ming didn't leave immediately——

——Fragrant Phantom took him out of the wall, ran back to the side, raised the gun to preview the entrance and exit and the back door pothole, and ensured that the shooting range could cover the entrance and exit of the armory.

There is also a good brother who just got into the armory to get a gun, and was waiting anxiously outside the line. Someone in the line saw the grenade and shouted for help to squeeze out.

The people inside want to come out, and the people outside want to go in. They are very anxious, and they are all right, but it is difficult to tell what happened.

The shock wave generated at the moment of the explosion made the whole [KINDDOM·王土] shake.

Xue Ming just glanced at the broken limbs flying out of the room, and then the hunter with tenacious vitality ran out, his body was in tatters, and he used his companions as cover to block most of the damage from the grenade fragments.

"[SweetDream Fragrant Dream]"

The gunsmith called out Hunwei's real name loudly——

——The Iron Knight raised his cat ears, answering the call.

It kept pace with Xueming, and opened fire with a gun.

The HK416 rifle in his hand was roaring, and a survivor emerged from the room. He was immediately crushed by the second round of vicious bullets to shatter the bullet-proof steel plate, pierced through the helmet and died.

Xue Ming and SD pulled the buckles of the last four thermite grenades, a raging fire erupted from the armory, ammunition and explosives caused a shocking movement, and the survivors in the dormitory all woke up——

——The glass shattered all over the place, and the flames outside the window were like the breath of hell demons.

In the abandoned distillery—

——Ishimura Takuma suddenly straightened his legs.

His Hunwei hiccupped and spit out a cloud of smoke with a deafening explosion.

Mr. Shicun's face was ashen, as if he had received a heavy punch in the stomach, and he spat out blood.

Boss was sleepy, turned over and cursed.

"What B movement?"