I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

"Fuck, this is too cool..." He Feiyu shouted excitedly, holding up the square, huge gun full of violent aesthetics in his hands with both hands, and hugged the target ten meters away in front of him. , the huge muzzle sprayed out a gun flame nearly half a meter long. After two or three dull thunderous gunshots, the wooden target exploded into more than a dozen pieces, and even the sandbag wall behind the target was destroyed. It collapsed.

"This thing is simply a small-caliber artillery!"

"This thing is just a cannon, brother." Yan Wushuang, who was sitting by the side, crossed his legs and covered his ears with his hands, answering He Feiyu's question in an old spirit.

"Nineteen millimeter caliber, from firearms to bullets, handmade, the barrel alloy and bullet charge formula come from the offline 21st century American military industry, and the design concept comes from the Warhammer 40K bolter... No, it should be said, it It’s a bolter, and if it weren’t for the limited machining capabilities that this game world can provide, I could still make better, better weapons by hand.”

"Boss, do you still need the thigh pendant?" He Feiyu, who is already a middle-aged man, ignored the fact that the player in front of him was only a young man in his twenties. After he put the gun gently on the table next to him, The whole person flew over, hugged Yan Wushuang's thigh with a plop, and shouted loudly.

"I'm a post-666s generation, and I can call [-]..."

"Stop making trouble, brother." Yan Wushuang calmly pushed away He Feiyu who was wrapped around him like a snake.

"Let me tell you about the flaws of this gun. It's too heavy. All the physical attribute points from my krypton gold are added to the sensitivity value. I can build it, but I can't use it."

When it came to business, He Feiyu also stopped playing around. He stood up from the ground, glanced at the firearms on the table, and said.

"The recoil is too heavy, even if it is used by players, the hands will be numb due to the recoil." He Feiyu also rolled up his coat and top, showing his blue shoulders.

"Look, I've fired a few shots from my body with more strength. Those who are more agile must die faster. In addition, there is also a problem with the aim of this gun, and it can't be aimed properly."

"This question..." Yan Wushuang scratched his head when it came to the question of inaccurate aiming.

"It should be caused by the fact that the charge inside the bullet is not full, resulting in unevenness inside. I will pay attention when I go back to make bullets. I will improve the sealing machine and it will be fine."

"What the hell? You said there is powder in the bullet? Will it explode?" He Feiyu turned around in surprise and picked up the weapon on the table, removed the magazine of the bolt gun, looked at the bright yellow and huge bullets inside, He looked at it carefully.

"Why didn't it explode when I used it just now?"

"That's because these are training rounds, and the warheads are filled with fine sand instead of high-explosive gunpowder." Yan Wushuang rolled his eyes and replied angrily.

"It's too troublesome to get the real bolt bullet warheads out one by one. If you are a little sloppy, you need dumb fire and stinky bombs. The yield is not high and they are immature. I only have them in hand now." But a dozen or so, not even enough to fill a [-]-round magazine, how could they be used for your enjoyment.”

"Give me two shots, and let me help you test the actual usage." He Feiyu continued to say with a shy face.

"You don't need to try it, I've already tried it." Yan Wushuang was unmoved, he rejected He Feiyu's request with a heart of stone.

"Then what do you want me to do here?"

"Pay money and get sponsorship." Yan Wushuang said confidently.

"It is very expensive to engage in research and development of weapons. Now that I have no money, I have no way to continue my research."

Hearing this, He Feiyu became energetic.

"You want me to spend money to sponsor you to develop weapons?"

"Yes."

"Then where are my benefits?"

"In your hands."

He Feiyu froze for a moment when he heard this, then looked down at the bolter in his hand, realized what Yan Wushuang wanted to express, and looked up at him.

"That's all? Nothing else?"

"Isn't that enough? Let you experience the power of the bolt gun first, experimental model, limited edition weapon." Yan Wushuang was a little displeased, he felt that He Feiyu was too greedy.

"Not enough." He Feiyu said firmly.

"The money you spend on researching guns is definitely not something that can be solved with a few thousand dollars. You can't even tell how many problems you will encounter later. Just an experimental model bolter, you want to exchange Huge research funding, no matter where you are, you are whimsical."

"Then what do you say you want to do?"

"Sign the contract." He Feiyu said without hesitation.

"I want to sign a priority contract with you. After your bolt gun and bolt bullets are researched, when they are sold, Hydra will have the right of first refusal. There must also be a discount in terms of price."

"How do you want to sign?" Yan Wushuang hesitated, and when he said that, He Feiyu laughed.

"We need to talk about it..."

"Bang!" The iron door of the basement was violently knocked open, and a Hydra player rushed in, shouting loudly at He Feiyu who was about to fool Yan Wushuang.

"Boss, something happened, something big happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

"Our hometown was bombed by a bunch of fucking dogs."

"What, what are you talking about?" He Feiyu suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and there was a ghost sound.

"Boss, our stronghold, No. 25, Unfinished Building, was bombed, and now a group of dogmen are beating inside."

"Fuck, copy the guy, call someone." At this moment, He Feiyu heard the words clearly, and he suddenly became furious. He picked up the bolt gun in his hand and rushed out. Yan Wushuang stared dumbfounded at the backs of the two who slammed the door, and then looked down at the empty table.

"Damn it, it's right to take the sheep by the hand."

Chapter 131: Chapter 120 The stronghold was stolen

Chris felt that he had worked in Hell's Kitchen for more than half a year. He had seen all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and weird things. When something happened, he thought that he would not be shaken by accidents. However, he never expected that Chris I broke my defense today because of one thing.

"What, someone reported that someone in the 36th block threw a bomb at the 25th building, and was fighting with the local gang in the street?"

"I'm doing it..." When Chris heard the police under his command came back panting to report, his first reaction was to swear, and his second reaction was...

"Call all the policemen who can act, bring the guys who can take it, and follow me to the 36th block, and at the same time notify the car team, let them get the police car ready, quick, act for me!" Chris shouted, taking the lead to rush to out of the weapons room.

At the same time, almost at the same time, in the 36th block, the pandaren who happened to be patrolling nearby had already rushed to the scene with their Mexican special police patrolling the streets, but after seeing the scene clearly, he couldn't help but cursed.

"What kind of son of a bitch is this, it's so ugly."

The gate facing the street at No. 25 of the Unfinished Building has been blasted open by explosives, and the guard boys are lying nearby in a mess, at least seven or eight people are lying there. Judging from the red traces seeping from their bodies, they are already murderers. Dorje is less.

In the unfinished building, fierce gunshots are ringing out, and there are still a few people guarding with guns outside the building. It is their appearance that caused the pandaren to yell and scold. These guys can hardly be called "human beings." ", one counts as one, in the eyes of others, they "look like dogs"... literally, they wear human clothes and have the general shape of a human, but they have a dog's head on their necks, naked There are fluffy black and gray hairs on all parts of the body, like a big wolfhound walking upright and holding modern guns.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"What can we do? Let's leave a little bit and wait for reinforcements...Damn it." The pandaren screamed, because the kobolds guarding in front of the unfinished building saw them, and they immediately raised their Sten submachine guns , Shooting at the police on the street.

Since they were performing street patrol missions, the Pandaren and the two special police officers behind them were naturally not equipped with any heavy weapons. The only weapons they carried were shotguns and lever rifles. Of course, these two weapons could not be shot at a distance of about 50 meters. Competing with the Sten submachine gun, if the number is the same, the pandaren can still win the round with their own skills. However, now the three of them are against the seven kobolds, neither weapons nor numbers are superior, what a fart.

In order not to let the NPC who followed him die in vain, the pandaren's first reaction was to hide behind with two Mexican special police officers.

The pistol bullets fired by the kobolds scattered evenly around the three of them, chasing their steps, smashing the cars parked on the side of the road, adding a few more bullet holes to the walls of the buildings on the side of the road, splashing dust, There was a crackling sound, and the three policemen ran away with their heads in their arms.

"Fucking kobold..." The pandaren fled into the alley with all four limbs together, yelling and cursing, while turning around and leaning against the exit of the alley, looking out cautiously.

Very well, the kobolds guarding in front of the unfinished building have given up shooting, and it is their task to drive the police away.

"Did any of you get shot?"

"No, we were not shot."

"That's good. Check your equipment, unload the bullets, and replace them with silver-plated bullets." The pandaren ordered the two special police officers to lead them to fight again. However, before the three were ready to attack, the streets of the 36th block There was the roar of cars, and three Ford cars roared and sped towards the end of the street, and a long distance away, the gunman standing outside the car raised his Thomson submachine gun and pointed it at the people in front of the unfinished building. The kobolds shot over.

The performance of the Thompson submachine gun is far from what the Sten submachine gun can match. Even if the Hydra gunman is on a running car, the barrage fired by him can quickly suppress the kobolds and force them to attack. They made them flee like pandaren and hid in the unfinished building.

The three cars stopped violently on the street. He Feiyu rushed out of the car with a huge bolt gun in his arms, raised his weapon, and fired twice at the house more than [-] meters away.

Amidst the bang bang, two bolt bullets hit the gate and window of the unfinished building. A kobold standing behind the window, who was about to shoot, was blown up on the spot, and his upper body exploded. , blood mist and bone fragments shot out in all directions, painting a radioactive pattern around it.

Another bullet was fired at the gate, passing the kobold who was showing half of his body, and the strong wind from it brought the kobold who was aiming to the ground to the ground.

"Damn it, it's crooked." He Feiyu cursed and rushed forward with his bolt gun. Although only one of the two bolt bullets hit, he did successfully suppress the kobolds in the unfinished building. Oh, even if it is a non-explosive training bomb, the power brought by the [-]mm still makes those aliens with small water pipes tremble in fright.

The Hydra players and NPC gunners in the car behind took the opportunity to jump out of the car and rushed towards the unfinished building with their weapons in hand. Among them, several players holding demon hunting knives ran the fastest and rushed in. Someone came from Entering the gate, someone came through the window, and immediately there were gunshots, the dull cutting sound of long knives entering the body, and the pitiful screams of the kobolds.

"You and you, and you stay here to check on the fallen brothers. The others follow me in and kill those who dare to mess with our hydra!" He Feiyu roared, shaking the empty bullet He threw the gun to the younger brother on the side, then took the Thompson submachine gun handed over from the other side, and ran into the stronghold with the younger brothers, yelling.

"Sir, what should we do?" This was the second question from the Mexican special police. The pandaren touched his chin and looked up at the surrounding people.

"Come with me to maintain order and keep those who watch the theater away."

"Aren't we going there?" Compared to the pandaren who thought it was safe to act, the two Mexican special police were a little eager to try, looking like they wanted to make meritorious service.

"In the past, the battle between the hydra and the aliens in the building, just the three of us participated, don't wait to be misunderstood by those hydra, and we were wronged by a single shot... Don't think about it Fight and kill, go, follow me to wash the floor."

Chapter 132: "Hospitality" in the building of Chapter 120 VII ([-])

As for the purpose of this operation, Phyllis is very clear that this is a revenge and a rescue operation.

The news that the Hell's Kitchen branch was destroyed made the archbishop in Europe very angry, because not only did the believers who managed to develop in the United States lose half of their number, but also several missionaries and one of the most important wolf priests who preached did not die. Because the body was not found, the archbishop suspected that the wolf priest was not dead, but was taken away.

When Phyllis came to New York with a dozen missionaries, joined the remaining missionaries, and took over the resources and believers of the local Wolf Worship branch church, he started the search operation, searching Hell's Kitchen.

Very easily, Phyllis smelled the smell of the missing wolf priest in the fringe neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen. Since he smelled the smell, it meant that he was still alive, and he could follow the smell to find the enemy... The search process was very smooth , The man behind the scene who caught the wolf sacrifice was very arrogant, without any cover-up, which made Phyllis wonder if this was a trap.

Of course, it is very likely that the person who caught the wolf priest did not know some common sense, and did not know that the priests of the Wolf Cult have a very sensitive nose and smell. In short, this is an opportunity, a chance for revenge and rescue.

After Christmas, Phyllis almost couldn't wait to formulate an attack plan. He knew that the United States had set up several departments to deal with cases in the extraordinary world. Therefore, his actions were very low-key and very cautious. Phyllis It used some wolf blood, which can transform humans into werewolves, and traded with local partners, in exchange for some American departments turning a blind eye.

Not only that, but during the same day, Phyllis also asked several missionaries to bring some believers to conduct an event in the suburbs of New York, offering sacrifices to the great father of oak, and then secretly leaked the news to attract another person who could not be bought People in the US department pay attention, get them out of Hell's Kitchen.

After completing these preparations, Phyllis led the missionary and the remaining fanatics to attack the five-story house where the missing wolf priest was held. The bomb started and killed the gunman guarding the door. Then he opened the way with a cheap submachine gun bought from a local gang, and rushed in while shooting.

As soon as he entered, Phyllis activated his ability and shouted loudly. The shouting gradually changed from a human voice to a howling wolf. During this process, Phyllis and the missionaries and believers who heard the wolf howling around , the body began to sublimate... from a human to a wolf's divine sublimation.

"Aww..." Phyllis, who had turned into a two-meter-tall werewolf, roared and ran forward, his hands grew sharp claws that shone with cold light, ready to tear apart the enemy at any time.

As soon as they entered the house, there was a long corridor. Two gunmen in suits raised submachine guns and swept a dense barrage of bullets towards the door. However, this could not stop Felice and the attack of the Wolf Cult.

"Come on..." Phyllis growled in hoarse, out-of-key words, and immediately two believers who had turned into werewolves stood up, raised their submachine guns and rushed out without hesitation, shooting at Hydra's gunmen.

In such fierce shooting, the Hydra shooter who was the opponent was shot dead by the fanatics on the spot. One of the corresponding two fanatics was knocked down by the bullet, and the other was shot in the arm, the bone was broken, and the right hand was lowered. Hanging down... However, the believer suffered such terrible injuries. Not only did Phyllis not care, but the two believers who were shot did not care about their injuries. Qing continued to move forward with a low growl.

The long and narrow corridor made Felice, who had the sense of a beast, a little uneasy. He urged the believers to pass through here quickly. The two wounded walked in the front, Felice was in the middle, and the other believers followed. Halfway through, the guns The sound came from behind Felice, and several bullets hit Felice's back, making him howl in pain.

Phyllis, who thought it was a believer who had escaped, turned around angrily, only to find in astonishment that the bullets were shot from the wall... To be more precise, they shot from the small slanted holes in the wall and shot at the wall. Behind Phyllis and many believers of Father Oak.

Felice has never seen this kind of extremely insidious backward firing hole. In just two seconds, five or six believers and missionaries walking in the corridor were shot by deadly guns from behind. The firepower knocked him down.

Because of the blessing of the sublimation ceremony, the missionaries and believers in the werewolf state have stronger self-healing ability and vitality than ordinary people. A few bullets did not kill them, and the four or five people who were shot stood up again. ...Then they were hit by more bullets, and they were sieved alive, bloody and bloody. At this moment, they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Rush over, rush through this corridor!" Phyllis roared, facing the bullets that kept hitting him, and knocked down the believer who was holding a gun and wanted to fight back into the shooting hole, and hid After the bullets fired from inside... the disadvantages of werewolf transformation, in addition to the wolf sacrifice, the intelligence of missionaries and believers will be greatly reduced after werewolf transformation. Phyllis thinks this is an advantage, but here it becomes downside.

A corridor, dozens of shooting holes, you blocked one, can you block all the shooting holes?Instead of fighting back, it's business to rush through this corridor of death.

In this corridor, Felice was shot more than a dozen times, and seven or eight people were killed before rushing over with difficulty. Then in the hall at the end of the corridor, as soon as the wolf worshipers showed their heads, there were even more deafening gunshots. A chain of bullets visible to the human eye swept across from left to right, and the two leading fanatics couldn't hold on this time. Several bullets went into their chests and shot out from behind, bringing out bowl-sized bullets. The blood hole, with its undiminished impact, made them fly upside down and hit Felice behind.

With a roar, Phyllis quickly grabbed the corpses of the two believers, raised them up like shields, and stood in front of him.

Even so, the bullets penetrating through the back of the corpse still caused Felice pain all over his body, and his whole body was covered with blood, some from himself, and some from the believer's corpse.

Phyllis stood still for several seconds, until the corpses in his hands were about to be smashed to pieces, the sound of the heavy machine guns slowed down a bit. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly threw the two corpses away, four He landed on the ground, ran forward in the shape of a beast, jumped towards the heavy machine gunner behind the bunker in the hall, grabbed his shoulders, tore him apart with all his strength, and then flew towards the Hydra gunners on the left and right, fighting with them nearby.

Chapter 133: "Hospitality" in the Building of Chapter 120 Eight ([-])

"Boss, the first floor is silent...isn't it?"

"I know, it's lost." Wang Defa, holding a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, stood on the stairs and looked down.

"How many brothers have come up."

"Only three people come up."

"Son of a son of a bitch..." Wang Defa cursed, and only three came up, which means that apart from the brothers in the compartment in the corridor of death, ten of the fifteen Hydra members on the first floor disappeared at once. Two, this is not counting the few people outside the gate.

The reason, besides being caught off guard, was that there were not many players in the safe base, including Hydra's boss, He Feiyu, who was not at home.

The players are a group of activists and fun people. Those who are online are running around outside their homes, and those who are offline are lying on the fifth floor, telling them to go online and it will take a little time.

basement?There are some manual players busy in the basement, but because of the importance of the basement, if you want to enter and exit the basement, you have to go up to the fifth floor, and then enter and exit through the sealed corridor, just like the compartments on the left and right of the death corridor on the first floor. The exit was also on the second floor, and the first floor was sealed off with a thick concrete wall.

"Next time, hand over the on-hook command before letting other people go offline." Wang Defa gritted his teeth thinking, and gunshots rang out from the T stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor.

The loophole, or the loophole of the horse!

Phyllis felt like he was going crazy. In this building, why are there so many internal traps? Even if the corridors are densely packed, why there is even a front of the stairs? I don’t know what the people who own this building think Actually, two oblique, rectangular gun holes were set up on the wall directly opposite the half-floor platform of the Y-shaped ladder, and two lights were installed on them for camouflage, so that Felice didn't even notice something was wrong. It wasn't until the leading missionary crossed several meters of stairs and came to the half-floor platform that the gunman hiding in the gun hole opened fire suddenly.

The bullets fired by two Browning automatic rifles created an extremely terrifying harvest of death in the narrow stair space. On the stair landing, one of the two missionaries who were holding up the Sten submachine gun and looking around was blown up. No matter how tenacious the vitality was, it was useless. He belched on the spot, and the other was shot four or five times in the back. The bullet went in from behind. A small eye, when it shot out from the chest, rolled away and took away the fist-sized Flesh and blood, four or five shots down, the lungs of the whole person were emptied.

When the two corpses rolled down the stairs with grunts, Phyllis was so angry that he almost lost his mind. This is an excellent missionary of the Wolf Cult. He can fight ten against one. They are so worthless died under insidious gunfire

Phyllis wanted to avenge them. However, the Browning automatic rifle, which fired two shots back and forth on the half-floor platform without any gap in shooting, would not give him this chance, let alone throw it from both ends of the stairs on the second floor. The gunman hiding in the gun hole is not afraid of the grenade explosion, but Felice and the believers below are not. Felice can resist with his werewolf physique, and the latter is hit by a grenade at close range. You have to cut off your arms and legs, and you can't move even if you don't die.

This situation lasted for several minutes. Phyllis led the team and tried to fight upwards. However, after trying several times, they were all repulsed by the two Browning automatic rifles. At the slightest movement, two or three grenades fell down, and the fragments of the exploded grenade smashed and destroyed the wooden handrail of the stairs, and there were still grenades falling down on it, as if they were free of money.

Under such circumstances, no one could rush up and deal with the two riflemen on the half-floor platform, not even Phyllis.

It wasn't until the gunshots came from outside the building that Felice, who was still in the lobby on the first floor, suddenly realized... He didn't have much time to waste, and he had to make a decision as soon as possible whether to continue the mission or run for his life.