Chapter 231 Gunfire (Part 1)

There was no mine array in front of him, nor abyss, but Xu Le, who was hiding behind the wall, still felt endless chill because there was a rain of bullets. Since he came here across the stars, he would move forward bravely. However, the sharp sounds of gunfire and the splattered cement pieces in the corner of the wall blocked his way.

He sniffed his nose and lowered his head to take out two black Cayenne folding continuous light machine guns from his bag. He weighed his hand and occasionally turned his head. The firepower at the door was too strong, and he directly pressed him behind the wall and could not probe his head at all. The dust had already spread to the dim corridor, and the alarm bells were ringing, and the cement fragments that flew with the huge bursting hit him at high speed, causing a faint pain, especially the exposed jaw, where blood could be seen.

If he was in the mx mecha at this time, the building could be easily destroyed by him, so why would he be blocked in this small space with bullets?

He put the travel bag tightly on his back, leaving a suitable size hole. He raised the gun in his hand, shook his wrist hard, and the folding Cayenne light machine with cold murderous intent in his right hand, with a light sound, the alloy fastener automatically escaped, the handle of the gun was still in his hand, but the black barrel had already pointed to the direction of the corridor door.

Her dry and white lips trembled a few times quickly, as if she had cursed a few swear words. Xu Le took a few deep breaths to get rid of her nervousness. A trace of strength flashed in her eyes, she stood up and pulled the trigger.

The deep and huge gunfire sounded, and countless bullets roared out.

At the same moment, he kicked in the corner of the wall with a foot mark, and all the terrifying power in his body kicked out. He swept across the smokey corridor, but he was slanted upwards and headed straight to the corner of the wall.

The muscles on the left leg were tightened and powerful, and it burst out with powerful force. In just a flash of time, Xu Le's body had already swept to the corner of the wall, and then forced to turn and rushed into the smoke. While doing this series of high-speed movements, the two sparks in his hand had not stopped, and the walls inside the building that hit were clattering.

The firepower at the gate was slightly suppressed and he looked up again. These well-trained militants, who followed Medellin, did not know how many battles they had experienced in Qinglong Mountain, naturally would not make such tactical mistakes. Even the bullet density became more intense in an instant, because they knew that the invaders would definitely choose to forcibly advance.

But the militants made a habitual mistake in choosing. The direction of bullets pouring is mainly toward the bottom, because generally speaking, people with strong firepower will choose to slide quickly against the ground if they want to avoid the fire blockade. They did not think of the weird and terrible physique of today's invaders, who can actually sweep more than three meters with the power of one foot.

The corner of the wall was soft and soft by gunfire, and Xu Le kicked his left foot and collapsed immediately. Just as the strange-shaped cement blocks fell on the ground, Xu Le had already passed through the smoke and landed heavily on the side of the gate, and narrowly avoided the dangerous flying bullets in the corridor.

Tatta, two Cayenne spewed out flames and shot hard at the three militants in front of him. Xu Le lowered his head and rushed forward without having time to swing his arm forward, and kicked the knee of the man who was still standing. With a loud noise, the man's knee was bent and deformed and broken.

Before the screams could be heard, Xu Le had already withdrawn his hands. With a wave of his left hand, he dropped the mp5 submachine gun tightly in the man's hand. The barrel of his right hand directly pressed against the man's abdomen and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

If the dull sound of a sudden rain hit the dense forest suddenly rang out, the militant did not hum, and the ammunition spitted by the muzzle was directly hit and flew backwards, and the blood was scattered in the smoke, which was particularly bloody.

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Xu Le wiped away the blood from his face, and did not look at the numb and itchy wound on his left shoulder. Since his left arm was moving without any hindrance, he probably just wiped the shrapnel in the melee. He looked at the corridor in front of him, quickly took out the magazine from his back and replaced it, lowered his head and continued to rush over.

An invader with amazing speed, two Cayenne light machine guns, two flames, rain of bullets, dense and dull gunfire sounds in the Foundation building, and people falling on both sides of the road.

With the help of the wonderful power in his body, Xu Le's strength and speed are stronger than that of the best professional soldiers. The calmness of the mechanic allows him to perfectly control every move on such a dangerous battlefield. What is even more amazing is his observation ability and reaction speed. Among the smoke and debris and howling bullets, he is like a shadow, relying on the few covering objects in the corridor to advance quickly.

He had not learned any rushing tactics in the federal army. Such a brave and fearless rushing seemed more like a stupid act of dying. However, it was this very unprofessional tactical choice, combined with his extremely powerful combat ability, that caught the armed personnel in the building off guard.

These militants who had just woken up from their sleep and intercepted the former with weapons did not expect that after the invaders broke through the first gate, they rushed over in the rain of bullets without any rest.

The Cayenne in Xu Le's hand kept spitting flames and reaping the lives of people in the field. He was able to discover the other party's position earlier than the other party, thus making effective avoidance and making shooting moves in the shortest time. It has to be said that in the underground armory of Baishui Company, Secretary Bai spent more than ten days of special training, which made him truly a killer.

In less than fifteen seconds, he had already passed through this corridor, leaving behind five corpses of militants.

Just as the door opened, Xu Le clearly heard the beeping sound of the last bullet coming out of the Cayenne light machine gun in his hand. At the same time, he saw two shadows under the outer wall of the door, where two people were hiding, and quietly raised the guns in his hand and ready to shoot.

He did not stop his progress, and he penetrated his arms and threw the Cayenne out of his hand. The all-metal machinery hit the wall heavily, containing the huge force, and quickly smashed back, hitting the two people hiding behind the door.

The two militants subconsciously turned the muzzle slightly. At this time, Xu Le had already rushed behind the door, and his right hand poked out like lightning, holding the other party's hot barrel, and stumbled hard. Only a strange sound could be heard, the metal barrel was deformed and bent!

His palm was handed down the barrel and slashed hard at the man's throat. At the same time, his body suddenly squashed backwards and pressed into the arms of another militant, pressing the gun in the man's hand into it, making the man unable to shoot.

The single elbow hit the hard gun, but the huge force shook into the body of the militants.

The militants who were slashed into the throat by a knife, their white eyes were shocked and incredible. The curved gun fell down. He covered his broken throat with his hands and slowly sat down against the wall.

Another militant behind the sect had broken his sternum and fell to the ground, unconscious and dying.

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Xu Le, who was covered in blood, moved a few steps to the left, hid himself behind the printer, and took a few quick breaths before his pale face became slightly normal.

However, immediately afterwards, he stretched his trembling right arm into the travel bag behind him, took out another handful of Cayenne, and stood up.

This is the gun he is best at. Since entering the building, thirteen people have died in his hands. The crisp sound of the Cayenne light machine gun and the clear sense of shock made Xu Le always know what he was doing. At this time, he had no time to think about whether he was right or wrong to kill Medellin today, nor did he have the mood to analyze whether there was a hidden factor of violence in his body. He only knew that he had to speed up.

After taking a look at the structural diagram of the foundation building displayed on the watch, Xu Le wiped the blood from his face and walked towards the East Third District.

The images along the way were recorded by the surveillance equipment inside the building and then passed to the temporary command center in the auxiliary building. It was this series of scenes of astonishing as a stunning and gunfire that made the captain of the Secret Service feel chilled.

On the other side of the foundation building, some shouts of armed defense could be heard faintly, but Xu Le seemed to have not heard it. While running quickly, he looked at his watch and counted the agreed time for Secretary Bai to invade the system again, and at the same time conducted the last inspection of his equipment.

At this moment, a loud bang came hundreds of meters away from the building, a violent explosion, and a black cloud rose up. A strong shock wave swept directly over, shattering all the glass windows in the foundation building, and countless pieces jingled and flew into the space.

Xu Le lowered his head and covered his head with his arms. He didn't seem to care about the sudden explosion. In fact, he knew that it must be the Magnolia on the top of the mountain that detonated the plastic high-energy bomb placed in the toilet at the exit of the parking lot.

The bomb was installed by Xu Le himself. He knew very well the power of the explosion. In the information provided by the anti-government forces, the secret passage from the MP's office to the underground parking lot should have been blown down. I just don't know if Medellin was killed or if the MP's Mr. was blown back again.

Because it was impossible to confirm, he had to rush forward again and kill the guy with a gun.

However, before he broke into the East Third District, he felt something strange, because the inside of the building suddenly became quiet after a hustle and with the power of Superman's ears, he could vaguely hear the sound of rapid footsteps below.

Has the support security personnel of the MP finally arrived? Xu Le narrowed his eyes slightly. In his plan, these support forces should have arrived long ago. I don’t know who was helping him procrastinate, but it seems that this procrastination has lost its effect.

Holding the Cayenne in both hands, he squinted his eyes and looked at the empty hall ahead of him with an infinitely dangerous smell. He slowly raised his gun and put it on his eyes to start aiming accurately, while his pace gradually slowed down.
Chapter completed!