Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 200: Recycling

200 recycling

The soldier who was busy pulling the dagger from his throat realized Locke's closeness and immediately raised the muzzle, but the bullet flying from the side and back immediately penetrated his head. No ads~

Reading Net) The surrounding soldiers also reacted and began to attack Locke and the magician. Looking down from a height, the soldiers surrounded the two prey groups like hyenas.

The magician rolled around on the spot, got under the truck, and the bullet hit the iron sheet with sparks. Locke cleverly hid under the headshot soldier in front of him, carrying the corpse on his shoulders and was rushed to the near side by the soldier who had not drawn the throwing knife. He swung his right hand again and again, and threw several daggers out, like a ghost, piercing the enemy in the blink of an eye. Although they could not take their lives, but they could no longer hold the trigger—flying to accurately stab them. Wear their wrists, or cut off their fingers.

I really don’t know how Locke did it. The path of the flying knife is not a straight line. The soldiers of these dogs have excellent physical fitness, but no matter how fast the reflex nerves are, they can't avoid these flying knives.

The attention of the soldiers was attracted by the two people who rushed into the hinterland like sharp knives. I tried my best to maintain the speed of one bullet per second to sniper. First, I relieved the magician, and then turned the muzzle to other intact ones. On the soldier. It can be cleared and felt that although there are more than ten enemies left, the scale of victory is tilting towards us. They seemed to be stunned by this wave of fierce offensive, the counterattack was suppressed, and the fierce gunfire was weakening.

Every time the sound of "Miaofa Lianhua" roared, the curve of the highway seemed to be struck by lightning. The enemy's formation began to become disorganized. They yelled, dodged, and wailed, but they couldn't get them out of the predicament. Only three people broke the enemy into a piece of scattered sand. This is the first time I have encountered this situation. In the past, the Fandog troops I have encountered, even if the last person fights, will keep silent and fiercely counterattack, or tidy. Orderly retreat. However, these soldiers are now running around like headless flies.

A soldier tried to control the heavy fire in the bunker, but the magician suddenly appeared next to him out of thin air and shot through his temple. The other soldier was pierced in midair with a throwing knife by Locke, who jumped into the bunker. When he was in pain, he fell over his shoulder beautifully, and then pierced his head with a dagger. When Locke pulled out the dagger, the blood splashed over his face, making the man's lively smile become hideous.

That's it. The three of us are not injured. The enemy's bullets keep coming out of the gun, but they always pass by. In my perception, Locke and the magician are like two cunning little fishes, moving freely through the giant nets of ballistics.

Several soldiers rolled to the back of the truck, using the cover of the car body to take a breath. They don’t have any expressions on their faces, they are very blunt, but in my opinion, they are a kind of dazed. Their predecessors are also expressionless when they fall into the wind and fall into death, but both are obviously. There is a fundamental difference.

These soldiers also seem to be very enthusiastic, but they are not as cold and immersive as the machines, and this enthusiasm seems to be sliding into the abyss in front of the **** of death. Although their performance is very human, but I cannot be merciful because of this.

In the past, for enemies hiding behind obstacles, they could only rely on chain determination to repeatedly set targets for reverse tracking. This linear connection always ignores some factors, which leads to the break of chain induction. However, under the action of the advanced technique "circle", the range of two hundred meters is the field of perception, no matter where they hide, they can't escape my lock.

There is no need for the assistance of high-tech equipment, and no need to hesitate. The only factor that can suppress this "magic lotus" attack lies in itself-the instability of the S2 mechanism makes it possible to fully utilize the continuous shooting function. . But attacking at a rate of one shot per second does not seem to have intensified this instability.

Three seconds, three bullets.

There is no need to ricochet. The powerful penetrating force directly tears the iron skin of the car body and directly kills the soldiers hiding behind.

When the last shot fell, the world calmed down completely, only the whistling sound of the mountain wind turning around the curve, and the trees under the cliff raised waves of green waves.

Locke walked to the enemy and drew out the flying knives. It is unimaginable that there are so many knives hidden in his body—in his pocket, cuffs, under the black windbreaker, and two close-fitting X-shaped belts. Looks like a knight out of the movie.

His superb throwing knife skills really surprised me. I didn't expect this strong and enthusiastic bald black man to be able to do so many tricks with hidden weapons. In addition, there are two even sheathed long knives behind him, but unfortunately he has never been seen to pull them out. He didn't have a hot weapon all over his body.

The magician’s weapon is a palm-sized pocket pistol, with a slight shaking of the wrist, which is hidden in the cuff. Although it doesn't seem to be very powerful, that kind of magical action is hard to guard against. If I had known that he was not a magicweave messenger, I would have misunderstood that he was using superpowers.

However, what he used is just a magic trick. This is the first time I have personally confirmed this fat man's combat effectiveness.

With the help of the flying wing cloak, I landed lightly on the road. The strong and fresh smell of blood and gunpowder was swept into the distance by the mountain breeze. We did not talk to Ranwen.com, and each confirmed the number of dead bodies. When I came to the truck, I saw a soldier on the steering wheel in the cab of one of the trucks, with a throwing knife stuck in his temple. I opened the car door, pulled the body down, drew out a throwing knife and threw it to Locke.

"Thanks a lot." Locke cleverly juggled a knife and inserted it into the shaft of his boot.

"Dada and the others?" I asked, "You should have met three people."

"Yes, three, one died, and one was seriously injured. Dada is taking care of him." Locke nodded towards the cliff behind him with his thumb. , The car was also destroyed. If we don’t have a car, the hapless guy will definitely not be saved."

"So you plan to solve these guys?" I kicked the corpse under my feet. Judging from the face of this soldier, he was still very young, probably in his twenties, with the confusion and fear still remaining on his face. . I don't like this expression very much. Killing the members of the Fandog army before does not make me feel such heavy guilt, but facing these soldiers, I feel like an executioner.

"These guys are obviously newbies, and I feel that the level of Doomsday Truth has dropped." Locke said in a joking tone: "All the messy guys are in."

"If this were not the case, we would have to spend some time. I prefer weaker enemies to those madmen."

Locke glanced at me diagonally, with a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth. I don't know if he saw through my unintentional statement. In fact, I prefer to fight with the original Fandog troops. Although the danger will increase, it is better than feeling like I am slaughtering civilians.

"Fortunately, one truck is still intact." The magician walked over and said, his eyes on the truck that had been drilled three holes in the body by the bullet of "Miracle Lotus", "Your gun is really powerful. "

I walked to the safety fence and looked down. I did not see Dada among the lush bushes and bushes. The road below is quite high and very steep.

"You can't find them?" Locke walked to the side and said with a triumphant smile: "They are a little behind."

"How are you going to get them up?" I asked. Even if Locke climbs up from below, it is very light, but it is not easy to bring ordinary people and wounded up.

"We plan to use tree vines to make a rope." Locke shrugged and said, "But, it doesn't seem to be necessary now. You came in time, and things seem to be going well on your side."

"I don't think so." I said, the magician walked up to us, only when they mentioned the spy incident that he had encountered in the two people's surprised expressions, took the chip from his pocket and handed it to Locke, and said:" You worked longer than me in the Security Bureau. Tell me, how should I deal with this?"

"This is your trophy, and you are our deputy captain." Locke threw the chip back as if being scalded, "Let Jung take care of it."

"The question is, among the two people we rescued, is anyone related to this matter?" The magician asked the question in my heart, "If someone in there is an enemy, then Dada's situation will be very dangerous."

"Anyway, go see them first." Locke turned his upper body sideways and glanced back at the road when he came. I know his concerns. We don’t have too much time for Fandog. The formation of the Fandog army is eliminated. At the latest half an hour, the enemy will invest in supporting troops. The soldiers in the truck cab that were killed by flying knives before were trying to request support from the garrison in the town. For special combat units like the Dogs, the tentacles and the torso are very closely connected. As long as the contact is interrupted for a period of time, the others It will react immediately.

Not to mention whether we can identify whether there are enemy spies in the team, Locke and the magician took me to a natural cave under the cliff. The entrance of the cave is completely obscured by bushes. The luxuriant trees and hanging tree vines will also dispel people's heads.

Locke said a signal outside the bushes, and then pushed the bushes away and walked in. Only then did I realize that some of these bushes had actually been cut off from the roots, and the luxuriant appearance was just a disguise. Under the reminder of the magician, I knew that he had set many traps around this area.

Compared with the frontal impact, his traps are more lethal. This is a trap master.

It was probably because of the secret code that she was her own person. When we saw Dada, she was not on any guard, and was changing the bandage for the injured number. Lucy and another ordinary member were helping. Lay hands. They washed the wounds with drinking water, and threw blood-stained clothes and bandages all over the floor.

The two ordinary members of the Internet ball here are both men, and the seriously injured one seems to take the last breath at any time. Maybe Dada gave him analgesics and other drugs, so he was still asleep, and there was no sign of waking up at all. The wound was on the right chest, and he was probably injured in the lung. This is a Quite a deadly key.

The breathing tube was inserted through his nostril, and there was glucose and blood bag hanging. On the simple ECG test equipment, the red and green lines slipped for a long section before jumping stingly.

Except for the sound of "di-di-di-" which is the sound of heavy breathing, the environment here is so depressing.

Dada’s medical techniques are quite capable, and her face is not as anxious and worried as the other two. Her movements are as smooth as her dying partner, but a simulation model.

It seems that they haven't been here long since they arrived here. On the way, it was only then that they had time to heal the injuries of their companions. It is conceivable that their previous situation was definitely not as easy as before.

I began to feel that if they hadn’t run into themselves, even if they captured the enemy’s truck, they might not be able to successfully send everyone there. The wounded man’s injuries were so serious that he would die if he received a bit more bumps.

"What's the situation?" Locke's greeting was a little pale, and the facts were in front of him. This guy was almost unable to support him, so he paused and changed the subject: "The above matter has been resolved. The crow said he I can help move him up."

"What are you going to do? He can't bear more bumps. Even if he is put in the car, he will probably die halfway." Dada said to me solemnly.

"Try this might be useful." I took out a tube of drug "Paradise" again from the tactical bag, "I ran into three other people over there, two of them died, and the last one almost died. , But was saved by this stuff."

"This is..." Dada hesitantly took the sky blue potion, looking through the glass, you can see ice crystals floating in it, looking very gorgeous and charming, "Maybe, I too I’m not sure. There are regulations in the Security Bureau that ordinary people are not allowed to take Paradise."

"The situation is different now. I can get temporary permission as the deputy captain. And..." I glanced at the other ordinary man with no serious injuries, and he looked a little nervous, "I suspect there is a spy here. ."

"Spy?" Dada exclaimed.

The ordinary cyberball member also showed a surprised expression. Seeing that all his eyes were on him, he couldn't help but pointed his nose with a look of disbelief.

"No, I'm not a spy," he recovered and shouted angrily.

"I didn't say that you are a spy." I deliberately said in a cold tone: "It may be you, it may be this guy." My eyes slid from the seriously injured person lying on the ground to Lucy. "It could also be Lucy."

"What proof do you have?" Lucy's expression was also cold.

"There is no evidence from Ranwen.com, so it's called suspicion." I didn't mention Ranwen.com about the chip to them. The spy was only to fool them, even if no one was showing their feet when they went to the city. On the way, he will be more vigilant, "In any case, this man can't die."

Except for me, everyone's eyes fell on Locke and the magician, but the two of them also did not respond.

"...I understand, but if we are to be held accountable..." Before Dada finished speaking, I interrupted.

"This is my order. Do you know it? It is an order." I said, "The report submitted to the headquarters can make this clear."

Dada didn't speak any more, prying open the wounded's mouth, and carefully pouring "Paradise" in, and then everyone stared nervously at the user's reaction. Just like the green bee at the time, the man's body convulsed and suffered heavy bleeding, but he soon calmed down and his electrocardiogram gradually returned to stability.

Dada quickly pulled out his breathing tube, buckled on the oxygen mask, and observed his state again, then turned his head and said to us: "Okay, the medicine is very effective."

"Then let's go up." Locke said nothing.

With everyone's help, I lifted the wounded back and used the power of the flying wing cloak to fly onto the road. After a while, other people also climbed up. The wounded man’s recovery was quite good. When Dada started the truck, he could no longer use the oxygen mask.

Locke explained some matters to Dada by the window, and Dada kept nodding.

"Understood, I will write it in the report." Dada said.

"Then you should go." Locke patted the car door hard, making a bumping sound, as if he was cheering, "Be careful on the road, don't let the spy fall down."

"I'm not that useless." Dada laughed, then waved to us, "Waiting for your good news."

Locke gave a thumbs up.

The truck accelerates slowly and gradually drives away. We just stood in place, watching them turn the corner, and after a while, we turned out from the lower corner, and gradually disappeared from the field of vision.

"It was a headache day~ IndoMTL.com~ Locke patted his bald head and sighed.

"It's just beginning now." The magician smiled, and he has looked so nonchalant and fearless since the day I first saw him.

Locke walked to another truck. Although there were three holes in the trunk and the glass in the cab was broken, it looked a bit tragic, but the other parts were accidentally intact, and Locke quickly started it.

"Come up." He pouted at us, "Here we can be another person."

I gave this opportunity to the magician, and I said to them, "Even if I run, I'm faster than you." This is not a big talk, but their full of suspicion is shown on their faces, because they No Ranwen Novel.com has ever seen how fast my quick sweep is.

The answer is, faster than a bullet.

Before they reacted, I had run a hundred meters away, then spread my wings and flew to the sky in the wind. I didn't have Ranwen Novel.com to pay attention to what kind of expression the two behind me saw this scene, but I think it must not be too calm.