Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 022 Healing Soup

Conflict, Chaos, War.

Lear felt like the face of America.

Disputes are being created.

But only then can he make a profit.

Killing a robber gives 300 experience.

But killing an elite Assassin League killer who can wield a rounded bullet gives him three thousand points of experience.

Even after rising to level eight, his upgrade experience suddenly increased, but after killing five people in a row, he still rose to level nine all of a sudden.

As soon as he thought of this, Lear's heart became even more fiery.

He clamped the handle of the M4 gun under his armpit, picked up the blast shield dropped by a wounded policeman, stood in the crowd like Captain America, and shouted, "Assault with me!" "

Because of the attack just now, the team in front has already crossed the square and arrived outside the gate.

After knocking off the door lock and deadbolt with shotguns, they directly knocked the solid wooden door open, and several policemen with explosion-proof shields rushed in with their own tight shields.

As soon as they rushed in, they were met with a burst of gunfire.

The Assassins of the League of Assassins are crazy, but they are not stupid.

They even set up layers of positions to block the police from breaking in.

Even with bulletproof and explosion-proof shields, the policemen who rushed in were still overwhelmed by this burst of fire.

After they entered, they shrank at the corner of the corridor or cloister, frantically shouting over the intercom: "Burst into the room, break into the room, the fire is fierce, reinforcements are needed!" Reinforcements needed! They

were just exchanging when the two reserve teams behind Lear rushed up.

He didn't talk nonsense, the rifle of the M4 had already fired combos.

To be honest, compared to the small pistol, the M4 rifle was heavy and had very little to play, and the assassins did not like this bulky firearm.

But it was clear that Lear was by no means an assassin.

Strong firepower is good, and large firepower is strong.

Even if the M4 is difficult to handle, the large-caliber rifle bullet can still make it do a lot of work.

He doesn't look at the M4 with prejudice, especially its 5.56mm bullets, which are often able to do things that pistol bullets can't understand — such as ricochets.

The bullet hits the stone, because of the molecular structure of the stone, there is no fixed angle of refraction, and the direction of the bullet is random and not fixed.

But in textile factories, in metal-filled buildings, the angle of the ricochet is fixed.

Lear fired 6 shots in a row, looking like he was holding the trigger and not letting go.

But in fact, the angle of each shot is different, and the bullet refracts on mature steel, and sparks continue to emerge in the factory.

Before the 6 killers on the opposite side could even react, the bullet had already penetrated the other party's head or heart.

The gunfire on the opposite side was extinguished again and weakened.

"Keep going! Keep moving! "Lear doesn't know how the battle situation of the other gates is, but the wolf has more meat and less meat, and there are so many assassins, even if he has killed about 10, but he may be one less level if he kills one less.

He couldn't wait to kill the entire League of Assassins alone.

Therefore, he ignored the explosion-proof shield policemen who rushed in at the head of the line.

Instead, he shouted to the reserve behind him, who rushed in with him.

Lear did not know that the police attack was not going well, they thought that they had mobilized a team of more than 200 people, intending to bombard the entire League of Assassins, which was a Tarzan crushing blow.

But in the world of superheroes, these more than 200 people can't really destroy the Assassin League in the posture of Tarzan when facing the Assassin League with a favorable location.

In fact, if there was no Lear for the strong attack just now, the dozen or so policemen who rushed into the door would be just a dish.

The follow-up support team will be blocked by the killer at the window, and the explosion-proof shield police in front can easily be shot in a small space.

This is the dilemma that Director George is facing now.

In the command car, he clutched the walkie-talkie in his hand, standing behind several communicators, the whole person frowned, watching the situation of various battlefields transmitted from the monitor.

The attack of the 4 doors is not smooth, including the battlefield of the back door, it is difficult to attack in.

According to the return of the frontline police officers, the opposite side is very evil, and bullets can drill into the places where the police officers are not bulletproof like a corner, and many police officers withdraw from the battle sequence.

They are indeed the elite of the elite, but they are not the kind of singles, in the face of injuries are not hard to rush forward, because gunshot wounds are divided into types, many gunshot wounds are not very big problems after running through the past, but many gunshot wounds, bullets are likely to be amputated after rolling inside the wound, the most serious is extremely bad luck to be broken arteries of the people, if not do hemostatic first aid in just one minute there will be no people.

They came out to be soldiers to eat food, not out to fight hard, it is impossible to be injured and rush forward.

Americans have never had this habit.

Therefore, many injured front-line personnel withdrew from the battle sequence at the first time, and after they withdrew from the battle sequence, there was an immediate rhythm lag on the entire battlefield.

It is completely different from the situation of the big killing that Chief George imagined and rushed into the castle in one go.

In addition to rescuing the wounded and dragging them back to safety, the reserve had to maintain a safe passage at the entrance of the castle, but could not provide sufficient support to the vanguard.

The whole battle was full of difficulties at the beginning, and no one was even able to storm the castle like Lear.

"There is a report from the east gate! Already bursting into the interior of the castle! The intelligence officer took off his headphones in surprise, turned his head, and said to Director George.

"East Gate!" Chief George was shocked in his heart, and immediately thought of a Lear who did not belong to the police sequence hidden at the east gate.

Then he was overjoyed: "Let the patrol team follow up immediately and control the area for me." "

That's why Russia mobilized.

Even if you gain an advantage on the frontal battlefield, but there are many people on the opposite side, what about you breaking through the opposite line of defense, they immediately replenished it, no one occupies the front, a breakthrough is always a breakthrough, and the place is always someone else's.

This is why more than 100 special service response units also need the support of more than 100 patrol officers.

If you don't occupy the entire castle, how do you know if there is a secret passage in him? Is there a place to shoot black guns?

As long as the patrolmen keep up and fill the inside of the castle, the living space on the opposite side will become smaller and smaller.

What's more, when one door is opened, the remaining few doors are simple.

"Don't storm the remaining gates, order the special reaction force to hurry over from the east gate and cooperate with the reaction force of the east gate to squeeze their living space!"

Director George is not a straw bale, and he will not do such a thing as letting the people below exchange their lives for his military merit medals, and after his order, the front line suddenly burst into cheers.

It was true that the momentum was like a rainbow before, and now after being injured by more than a dozen guys, it is also true that the morale is low, and fighting is originally something that constantly cycles between this high morale and low morale.

The Assassins inside the castle couldn't help but let out a cheer as they successfully repelled the police attack and protected their guild.

It can be said that each of them did not make a mistake, but it was not their fault on the east gate side.

Because Lear is so strong!

"It's too strong!" The shield-wielding explosion-proof unit in front of Lear couldn't help but say to the brother next to him.

The two of them desperately guarded the left and right positions directly in front of Lear, and two more behind them guarded the left and right positions behind Lear, forming an absolutely perfect diamond-shaped defensive castle.

They had already discovered the problem as soon as they entered the castle.

The reason why they were able to advance so smoothly was entirely due to only one person, that is, the person who was holding the M4 and was changing bullets, and was protected by them layer by layer.

No one knows who his name is, no one can see what he looks like, not even the only SEVEN on his armband.

You can just call him SEVEN, but by the time you chant his name, he'll see the enemy you've spotted and shoot.

His bullets are like antelopes hanging horns without any trace, and you may only see the enemy in a narrow place out of the corner of your eye, about to come out of cover.

But his bullet had already bounced and killed the enemy in the bunker directly in place.

Normal people do not have this kind of marksmanship.

If I have to say, his marksmanship is even quite similar to the bullet that can turn on the opposite side.

But guess is guess, which fool will directly say this in such a life-and-death place as the battlefield, and push the strong reinforcement on his side to the opposite side.

Lear solved an enemy with one bullet, and the 31-round magazine already represented that he had solved 30 enemies, and they had also advanced deep into the castle.

The explosion-proof shield agent, who had witnessed the speed and efficiency of Lear killing enemies throughout the process, could no longer hold back his inner thoughts and muttered to his brother next to him.

"Who says it isn't." Watching Lear change the bullets, the two of them raised their blast shields again and prepared to move forward slowly, the black brothers on his side were slightly louder, but they couldn't resist their admiration for Lear.

"I hope to run into him on every mission in the future." He babbled, and more and more patrol officers and explosion-proof agents appeared behind him.

Through the gap opened by Lear, they poured into the castle like a tide, searching every inch of the castle, and every mouse was not spared.

The other explosion-proof squads took the lead directly, trying to solve the assassins who had just blocked them.

But the assassins were not fools, and after repelling the police attack, they immediately received a call for help from the east gate.

Just as the police all wanted to enter the castle through this gap, the assassins all gathered here like moths to a fire.

A steady stream of people came to give Lear heads.

So the attack and defense changed momentum in an instant.

Those who occupied favorable terrain instead became Lear.

Geographical advantage, people, firepower, gunmanship, how could he not create a massacre when he had an all-round advantage?

No killer can escape Lear's ricochet, just as no chicken can get out of Guangdong alive.

The smile on Lear's face grew brighter.

Just like the old farmers who harvest their crops in the autumn, it is particularly simple.

The sound of escalation in the ears sounded one after another, at this moment, what recovery potions, what gun fights, what adrenaline control have become meaningless things, only upgrades are the real king.

His reaction speed is too fast, after adding basic attribute points plus adrenaline rage, every moment and every second he is in the lagging time, everyone in front of him is slow action.

He just needs to keep pushing forward and find someone to kill.

The League of Assassins killer who can only use adrenaline control for a few seconds is absolutely impossible to be his opponent.

The repairman died, the butcher died, the gunsmith died.

The death of several elite killers finally brought Lear's killing to an end.

He casually unloaded the M4's magazine, and blue smoke was rising from the hot barrel.

All the police officers were watching him in awe, waiting for him to issue orders, but Lear, who had already gained a lot, did not cross the line.

He inserted a full box of magazines into the gun, turned off the safety of the firearm, held the gun like this, stepped on the blood and cartridge casings on the ground, turned around, and slowly walked out of the castle.

Outside the castle, journalists who are not afraid of death have even blocked the ambulance, frantically taking pictures of the wounded in the nearest ambulance.

Although they don't know anything yet, just the number of officers in this special operation and the photos of injured officers are enough for them to earn enough traffic.

The really influential media of big journalists have crossed the cordon and are interviewing Director George.

Director George was wearing a suit, the whole person was talking in front of the camera, his words were sonorous, and he was iron-blooded, vowing to fight the evil forces in New York City, and his words and the castle behind him as evidence caused a burst of pride and applause from the onlookers.

Although these people do not know anything.

Lear returned to the special service car, took off his equipment and clothing, just tore off the name tag of SEVEN, put it closely, and jumped out of the special service car with a casual clothes.

Jumping out of the car and crossing the cordon, he couldn't wait to take out his Nokia phone and call the fox.

The original Revesley didn't have so many helpers, and he couldn't do many things except create chaos and assault alone.

But Wesley didn't, Lear could.

Lear, who borrowed the entire New York City police human resources, even had three more subordinates who could move freely.

Knowing that Sloan would run away secretly, the task of hunting Sloan was of course left to the foxes.

Whether it was a fox or a cross, Sloan, the culprit, was gritting his teeth with hatred.

Naturally, it is impossible to let him escape.

In fact, their squad has been keeping a close eye on the entire castle, and even made arrangements and surveillance in some places that may be secret passages.

Wesley, for example, is monitoring a sewer pipe.

"Already caught." The fox's voice had an unconcealable joy, Sloan was old, even if he used to be the number one killer in the organization, but the fist was afraid of being strong, he was not afraid of death after being stolen by Wesley, and dared to come out and take revenge on the other party.

I don't know what level of ingredients I have.

He was easily killed by Wesley at his peak.

It's the same now.

The Cross and the Fox at their peak, not even to kill Sloane, but to subdue him, there is nothing he can do.

"Good, I'll go over now." Lear's voice was a little more excited, and in the parking lot not far from the castle, he started his old Chevrolet, which had been parked for a long time.

The fox and the cross, with Sloan and Wesley, soon arrived in the villa of the cross.

Here, there is another old man.

It was the elder of the League of Assassins, who lived in the place where the League of Assassins originated from the organization, and today the public trial of Sloane, how could he also get a final look at Sloan.

This man who buried the League of Assassins, without any intention of regret, sat on the chair with a big grin, even if he had been tied up by Wuhuada.

He still wants to manipulate his lips and tongue to give himself a chance to live.

"Fox, your name is also on the list, so is Cross, so are you, and so am I, everyone is the same."

He said to the three of them in a low, magnetic voice, full of persuasion.

"In that case, who can dictate our life and death?"

"It's just a dead thing, why should it?"

Sloan's words were persuasive, at least the little rookie Wesley had wavered.

"I can." Lear walked in from outside the door with the same calm language.

"You!!" After seeing Lear, Sloan immediately figured out the key to everything.

Why did the cross unite with the fox?

Why did the fox betray?

Why did the police raid the League of Assassins?

Everything turned out to have him, as the central character threading the needle.

It turned out that he was destroyed at the hands of this man.

"How can you! How dare you! Sloan broke his defenses.

He cursed.

"It's like you use the League of Assassins for your own personal gain."

"Because you think you can and there won't be any punishment, so you just do it."

"I felt I had the power to punish you for making a mistake, so I did the same."

"That's it, do you have anything else you want to say?"

Lear asked as he calmly sat across from him.

"Hehe, the king is defeated, I have nothing more to say." Sloan was also bare, and he had already guessed why the other party wanted to capture him alive.

Just lie down and swing, don't say anything.

"Then memorize the ingredients of the healing potion."

"We can make you die a little faster." Lear said to him calmly.

"Otherwise, you know the rules."