Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment and decided not to use the grenade next time, fearing that a few more hits would cause the whole building to collapse.

He smoothly took out his favorite Winchester m1897 pump-action shotgun from behind, bent down and leaned out, aiming the gun at the only survivor in the corridor. This was a strong man holding a shield. He blocked it with his shield.

He was within the range of the grenade and exploded, but his whole body became stiff due to the huge impact.

The next moment, forty-five 8.4 mm steel balls tore apart everything in sight.

Lu Mingfei shot him and reunited him with his comrades.

He pulled the slider, tilted his head slightly, dodged the bullets aimed at him from behind, and shot with his backhand, tearing the man and his bulletproof suit to pieces.

[Kamaitachi] is turned on. Although the power is much lower than before, the Kamamaita group is like a passive worker brother, intermittently transmitting the surrounding sounds back to his ears, but it still allows him to control the entire scene.

After the mixed-breeds upstairs heard the yelling and gunshots below, they realized that someone below had broken into their encirclement. Was it the target of this trip, or was it Cassell's reinforcements?

After listening carefully to confirm the floor, they nodded to each other and gathered around below in tacit agreement.

No matter who came tonight, they were not prepared to let each other leave alive, and this idea hit it off with Lu Mingfei. I can only say that it was destiny for us to meet here.

Lu Mingfei, who was walking upstairs along the corridor, felt inexplicably guilty. He raised his hand and fired a shot, accurately hitting the head of the hybrid who was about to glance quickly.

With the sound of the corpse falling backward to the ground, Lu Mingfei always felt like he was a cheating player in CF back then.

No other word spirits were needed, just the heartbeat caused by [Kamaitachi] allowed him to confirm the enemy's location.

This is not a battle, it is a harvest from the beginning.

There was a sound of something rolling down.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. Good guy, the brother above was smart enough to drop two grenades and roll them down the corridor without showing his head!

Following two explosions in succession, as the entire abandoned building swayed, someone came out of the corridor with a gun.

Before he could stand still, there was a hole in his forehead. This man, holding the gun with both hands, fell straight up on the stairs and rolled down.

Lu Mingfei blew the muzzle of his gun and put away the pistol. He said that in his previous life, he was not good at anything except for his pistol skills. Everyone knew that S-level guns were good at it.

Da da da--

Accompanied by the piercing scream of submachine guns, multiple gunmen covered the corridor entrance with a dense crossfire net.

The continuous gunshots and the sound of falling to the ground made the mixed-race people upstairs feel uneasy. The end of the gunshots meant that the battle was over, but the gunshots that rang out one after another the next moment meant that it was not the other party who ended it.

, but the people on their side.

They did not dare to be careless and tried to suppress them with firepower.

Suddenly, there were noisy sounds coming from the second floor, and the discussion was mixed with the hail of bullets. What Lu Mingfei heard most was the confusion and angry roars about being unable to use his speech spirit.

It seems that the inability to use the word spirit has brought a lot of trouble to this group of mixed-race elites.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall, slowly reloaded the bullets, and counted how many people were in the building based on his heartbeat.

There are twenty-seven scattered on the second floor, converging towards the entrance to the corridor leading to the first floor. There are still seventeen heartbeats on the third floor, nine of which are moving downwards, and the remaining eight continue upwards. The fourth floor...

two?

The Qilan and the principal that that bastard Basar said?

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth. When he thought of Basar and his rocket launcher, he was so angry that he felt itchy. He now seriously suspected that Bashar was an undercover agent arranged by the enemy on his side!

He poured all this bad luck into the muzzle of the gun, turned over at the moment when the gunshots fell, fired three bursts in an instant, solving the intersection of firepower in three directions, and then jumped into the upstairs room on the second floor like a ghost.

.

"He entered the second floor!"

"Don't scatter! Assemble in small groups!"

"Damn it, how many enemies are there?!"

…

The languages ​​of various countries were mixed together, mixed with inexplicable fear and anger.

Losing control of their words and spirits made them feel like they didn't know how to deal with it. This was the first time they had encountered this situation.

Lu Mingfei was busy mentally praising Kassel’s insistence on the education policy of popularizing Chinese!

Listening to the conversations of these people, he heard at least six languages, which he could understand.

Lu Mingfei felt worried when he thought of being on the battlefield, with a large group of people speaking English, others speaking French, and me speaking Chinese, so he raised his hand and pulled the trigger through a wooden door.

Another body fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!