The sniper is in place, what's going on with you?
The cross touched the in-ear mini walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 2 kilometers away from the No. 17 Textile Factory. Even a top sniper would not be able to hit every shot at this distance, but the cross could be, and he had a lot of adrenaline. In terms of sniping, the farther he had, the more accurate he was.
The attack time was not chosen at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, the No. 17 Textile Factory is the territory of the Brotherhood, and they are more familiar with the terrain.
The cross was facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights were within his range. This was the best position he had determined after many inspections. There was no sniper point around that could threaten him.
In the scope, the garbage truck drove across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory.
No problem, the rats are in place!Firefox sat in the passenger seat and replied coldly.
Be careful, it takes a lot of time for the mouse to rush into the textile factory. During this time, you will encounter a wave of firepower.Try not to shoot, I will cover you so that there will be insufficient ammunition later.
This is the style of the cross. If you can snipe, you won’t hit the pistol. If you can snipe, you won’t fight in melee, and if you can snipe, you won’t fight in melee.
clear!
After the Firefox finished replying, he nodded to Wesley, who reversed in gear and crashed into the textile factory gate.
When the garbage truck appeared, the killers of the Brotherhood noticed something strange, and many people pushed open the small window and looked down.
Each of them is a killer and has a strong sense of vigilance, but because everyone is a killer, they never thought anyone would take the initiative to attack here.
boom!!!
The door of the textile factory was knocked open, and the killers looked at the rash garbage truck, and then woke up like a dream, picking up the guys in their hands and aiming down.
Wesley's parking location was just right, and the driver's seat was stuck in the door, and it was covered by the help of terrain.
From the city wall, there are blind spots on the inside of the gate, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck is not something that ordinary bullets can penetrate.
Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window, and under his command, dozens of fire points began to pour ammunition downward, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.
Suddenly, Sloan noticed a palpitations of death and fell to the ground without thinking.
A scream sounded from the rooftop, and the body fell down. When passing through the window, Sloan's face twitched. When the muffled sound of falling to the ground came out, it made his heart even more chilled.
Damn cross!
Sloan takes the shadow of the walls and leaves the dangerous window, located in the office on the third floor, where the safest room at the textile mill No. 17.
He was the leader, responsible for conveying the instructions of the loom rather than fighting the invaders with a gun.
Sloan thought a lot, but he didn't expect that the cross would launch an attack with great courage. The comparison of the advantages and disadvantages in the number of people was too obvious. No one who knew how to add or subtract a little would choose this way.
He recalled members who were distributed to perform tasks in order to expand the search scope to find the cross. Now he regrets it and should have acted earlier.
Firefox pressed the button and opened the closed car of the garbage truck. He pushed all thousands of rats out of the car like taking out garbage.
Because of the dense gunfire, the mice were already scared and scattered, and immediately ran away as they were pushed out of the car.
The vast space cannot make them feel at ease, but the dark textile factory looks extremely safe, so Saya ran away.
Looking at these rats, the Brotherhood killers were a little uneasy, and several smart people who knew the ‘pesticides’, realized the dangers of these rats and began to shoot at them.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang...
The cross's cheerful sniper capturing began. In the state of bullet time, it was easy to kill people in high walls or windows.
Realizing that the enemy had snipers, the killers also picked up the sniper rifle to aim, but when they saw through the scope, they saw that the snipers were two kilometers away, they were all cowardly.
Too far beyond their ability!
Bang!Bang!Bang
After a few more shots, no one dared to show up again.
More than ten killers rushed out with guns in the small door inside the city wall. They wanted to kill Wesley on the garbage truck, because of the obstruction of the high wall, so there was no need to worry about being hit by a sniper rifle.
The logic was very smooth, but before a few steps were rushed out, the firefox and Wesley were forced back away by the grenade thrown by the firefox standing against the crack of the door.
After two explosions, the brave unlucky guys were seriously injured by shrapnel and died in just a short while.
The explosion of the grenade made the killers dare not act rashly, and the rats were even more stimulated and all ran into the textile factory.
Soon, curses and gunshots rang out in the textile factory, and the mice were stimulated and ran around wildly, spreading rapidly like viruses.
If it were an ordinary mouse, it would naturally not change the face of the killers, but the mouse with a watch-shaped time bomb tied on its back is different.
More and more killers are investing in the cause of rat removal. Rats are everywhere in every corner, and the number is large, which makes the killers begin to wail in despair.
Killing rats does not mean removing the bomb. Looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile mill is even more confused.
The time is too short to dismantle the bomb!
Forced by the desire to survive, someone began to rush into the gate, but was blown back by Firefox and Wesley, while the killers who fought back from the window were named one by one by the cross.
The unbreakable castle has now become a coffin with no way out. When they die, they can find another priest to be buried!
Time passed by minute by minute, and the Firefox listened to the desperate wailing in the textile factory, but there was no pity in his eyes.
There are many people in the textile factory who are blinded by Sloan like her, who consider themselves as fateful assassins, fighting to maintain world peace. Without knowing that, they became Sloan's accomplices in making profits.
To be fair, these people are innocent, they are just victims.
But Firefox's belief made her heart extremely cold. These killers are innocent, so why are they killed?
How many happy and fulfilling families are broken down and how many children cry in front of their parents’ graves? These killers may not know about it, but they are already sinners.
Time is here!
Firefox looked at the watch and lay on the ground with his head in his arms and Wesley.
boom!boom!boom!boom
The dense explosions rang everywhere in the textile factory, almost at the same time, and in an instant all the glass was blown to pieces, screams and wails echoed in the smoke and dust.
The textile mill has become a hell on earth, with the dust raised reducing visibility, and textile machine parts scattered by explosions can be seen everywhere on the ground, but more of them are broken limbs and dark red blood stains.
The power of the watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile factory in such a miserable way, but the special ingredients in the peanut butter are different, and the power of the explosion after being heated is not blown.
People who were directly bombed are very lucky. They don’t have to die of excessive blood loss in pain. The guy who lacks arms and legs or has wooden thorns or metal parts inserted into them will be miserable.
They don’t have much time left, so they can’t wait for the ambulance, and even if they wait for the ambulance, so many wounded people can’t be rescued.
It’s time to take action, the plan goes well, you have to be careful next, it’s hard for me to provide cover for you.
The cross looked at the scope, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes. He still maintained his sniping action to prevent anyone from escaping from the textile factory.
Based on his understanding of the members of the Brotherhood, if someone really takes advantage of the chaos, it will probably be Sloan.
receive!
Wesley replied, taking a deep breath, his heart beat instantly accelerating, entering the bullet time state.But when he turned around, the Firefox rushed out first, which scared him to follow.
The two of them rushed forward from the door and leaped over the blown window. Their nerves fired beyond the limits of human beings. They had active thinking and could quickly analyze the information obtained by various senses. The brain would convey instructions as quickly as possible and kill all those who still had the ability to resist.
At the same time, Russell also rushed in through the back door, and the plan was to attack the front and back to clean up the textile factory, that is, the first-floor lobby.
When Russell broke in, the enemies in front of him were blocking Wesley and Firefox. Looking at the figures facing his back to him, Russell threw out a grenade and fell into a crowded area. The rest picked up the M4A1 and started to shoot.
Of course, before this, he threw out a flash bomb!
The cross touched the in-ear mini walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 2 kilometers away from the No. 17 Textile Factory. Even a top sniper would not be able to hit every shot at this distance, but the cross could be, and he had a lot of adrenaline. In terms of sniping, the farther he had, the more accurate he was.
The attack time was not chosen at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, the No. 17 Textile Factory is the territory of the Brotherhood, and they are more familiar with the terrain.
The cross was facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights were within his range. This was the best position he had determined after many inspections. There was no sniper point around that could threaten him.
In the scope, the garbage truck drove across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory.
No problem, the rats are in place!Firefox sat in the passenger seat and replied coldly.
Be careful, it takes a lot of time for the mouse to rush into the textile factory. During this time, you will encounter a wave of firepower.Try not to shoot, I will cover you so that there will be insufficient ammunition later.
This is the style of the cross. If you can snipe, you won’t hit the pistol. If you can snipe, you won’t fight in melee, and if you can snipe, you won’t fight in melee.
clear!
After the Firefox finished replying, he nodded to Wesley, who reversed in gear and crashed into the textile factory gate.
When the garbage truck appeared, the killers of the Brotherhood noticed something strange, and many people pushed open the small window and looked down.
Each of them is a killer and has a strong sense of vigilance, but because everyone is a killer, they never thought anyone would take the initiative to attack here.
boom!!!
The door of the textile factory was knocked open, and the killers looked at the rash garbage truck, and then woke up like a dream, picking up the guys in their hands and aiming down.
Wesley's parking location was just right, and the driver's seat was stuck in the door, and it was covered by the help of terrain.
From the city wall, there are blind spots on the inside of the gate, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck is not something that ordinary bullets can penetrate.
Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window, and under his command, dozens of fire points began to pour ammunition downward, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.
Suddenly, Sloan noticed a palpitations of death and fell to the ground without thinking.
A scream sounded from the rooftop, and the body fell down. When passing through the window, Sloan's face twitched. When the muffled sound of falling to the ground came out, it made his heart even more chilled.
Damn cross!
Sloan takes the shadow of the walls and leaves the dangerous window, located in the office on the third floor, where the safest room at the textile mill No. 17.
He was the leader, responsible for conveying the instructions of the loom rather than fighting the invaders with a gun.
Sloan thought a lot, but he didn't expect that the cross would launch an attack with great courage. The comparison of the advantages and disadvantages in the number of people was too obvious. No one who knew how to add or subtract a little would choose this way.
He recalled members who were distributed to perform tasks in order to expand the search scope to find the cross. Now he regrets it and should have acted earlier.
Firefox pressed the button and opened the closed car of the garbage truck. He pushed all thousands of rats out of the car like taking out garbage.
Because of the dense gunfire, the mice were already scared and scattered, and immediately ran away as they were pushed out of the car.
The vast space cannot make them feel at ease, but the dark textile factory looks extremely safe, so Saya ran away.
Looking at these rats, the Brotherhood killers were a little uneasy, and several smart people who knew the ‘pesticides’, realized the dangers of these rats and began to shoot at them.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang...
The cross's cheerful sniper capturing began. In the state of bullet time, it was easy to kill people in high walls or windows.
Realizing that the enemy had snipers, the killers also picked up the sniper rifle to aim, but when they saw through the scope, they saw that the snipers were two kilometers away, they were all cowardly.
Too far beyond their ability!
Bang!Bang!Bang
After a few more shots, no one dared to show up again.
More than ten killers rushed out with guns in the small door inside the city wall. They wanted to kill Wesley on the garbage truck, because of the obstruction of the high wall, so there was no need to worry about being hit by a sniper rifle.
The logic was very smooth, but before a few steps were rushed out, the firefox and Wesley were forced back away by the grenade thrown by the firefox standing against the crack of the door.
After two explosions, the brave unlucky guys were seriously injured by shrapnel and died in just a short while.
The explosion of the grenade made the killers dare not act rashly, and the rats were even more stimulated and all ran into the textile factory.
Soon, curses and gunshots rang out in the textile factory, and the mice were stimulated and ran around wildly, spreading rapidly like viruses.
If it were an ordinary mouse, it would naturally not change the face of the killers, but the mouse with a watch-shaped time bomb tied on its back is different.
More and more killers are investing in the cause of rat removal. Rats are everywhere in every corner, and the number is large, which makes the killers begin to wail in despair.
Killing rats does not mean removing the bomb. Looking at the countdown numbers displayed on the watch, the textile mill is even more confused.
The time is too short to dismantle the bomb!
Forced by the desire to survive, someone began to rush into the gate, but was blown back by Firefox and Wesley, while the killers who fought back from the window were named one by one by the cross.
The unbreakable castle has now become a coffin with no way out. When they die, they can find another priest to be buried!
Time passed by minute by minute, and the Firefox listened to the desperate wailing in the textile factory, but there was no pity in his eyes.
There are many people in the textile factory who are blinded by Sloan like her, who consider themselves as fateful assassins, fighting to maintain world peace. Without knowing that, they became Sloan's accomplices in making profits.
To be fair, these people are innocent, they are just victims.
But Firefox's belief made her heart extremely cold. These killers are innocent, so why are they killed?
How many happy and fulfilling families are broken down and how many children cry in front of their parents’ graves? These killers may not know about it, but they are already sinners.
Time is here!
Firefox looked at the watch and lay on the ground with his head in his arms and Wesley.
boom!boom!boom!boom
The dense explosions rang everywhere in the textile factory, almost at the same time, and in an instant all the glass was blown to pieces, screams and wails echoed in the smoke and dust.
The textile mill has become a hell on earth, with the dust raised reducing visibility, and textile machine parts scattered by explosions can be seen everywhere on the ground, but more of them are broken limbs and dark red blood stains.
The power of the watch bomb is not enough to destroy the textile factory in such a miserable way, but the special ingredients in the peanut butter are different, and the power of the explosion after being heated is not blown.
People who were directly bombed are very lucky. They don’t have to die of excessive blood loss in pain. The guy who lacks arms and legs or has wooden thorns or metal parts inserted into them will be miserable.
They don’t have much time left, so they can’t wait for the ambulance, and even if they wait for the ambulance, so many wounded people can’t be rescued.
It’s time to take action, the plan goes well, you have to be careful next, it’s hard for me to provide cover for you.
The cross looked at the scope, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes. He still maintained his sniping action to prevent anyone from escaping from the textile factory.
Based on his understanding of the members of the Brotherhood, if someone really takes advantage of the chaos, it will probably be Sloan.
receive!
Wesley replied, taking a deep breath, his heart beat instantly accelerating, entering the bullet time state.But when he turned around, the Firefox rushed out first, which scared him to follow.
The two of them rushed forward from the door and leaped over the blown window. Their nerves fired beyond the limits of human beings. They had active thinking and could quickly analyze the information obtained by various senses. The brain would convey instructions as quickly as possible and kill all those who still had the ability to resist.
At the same time, Russell also rushed in through the back door, and the plan was to attack the front and back to clean up the textile factory, that is, the first-floor lobby.
When Russell broke in, the enemies in front of him were blocking Wesley and Firefox. Looking at the figures facing his back to him, Russell threw out a grenade and fell into a crowded area. The rest picked up the M4A1 and started to shoot.
Of course, before this, he threw out a flash bomb!
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