roccoschili Chapter 195 Preface
Chapter 195 Preface
The sound of gunfire was deafening, the barrages came overwhelmingly, the explosions of howitzers were mixed with the whistling of heavy machine gun shells, and there were actually people among the demons carrying rocket launchers. This weapon is usually used to attack enemy heavy armor on the battlefield. use.
Kafka pulled out two MAC-10 mini-submachine guns from his waist. The dense burst of fire faintly overwhelmed the roaring howitzers. The bullets fired from the submachine guns formed a huge cone-shaped barrage. The demons who were approaching were blown away by the heavy rain of metal. Scattered, the bullet casings fell with clatter.
The submachine gun has great power in close combat. The rate of fire of 1200 per minute is enough to suppress all heavy machine guns in an indoor environment, but its penetration is very poor. It only scatters fragments on the floor and marble columns.
But the 12.7x99mm bullets used by the heavy machine gun were simply designed to hit armored vehicles. Two seconds after Kafka turned around to avoid the bullets, dense bullet holes appeared on the wall of the building, and the moonlight shone through the bullet holes. Bullets from heavy machine guns penetrated marble columns and thick cement load-bearing walls.
Kafka was changing magazines while dodging the barrage like a rainstorm. The magic of speech was quietly activated, but the thunderous gunshots suppressed all sounds. Her whisper was more like a wisp in the sea of fire. The breeze is small but deadly.
The cathartic sound of heavy machine gunfire temporarily stopped, and the demons cheered and surrounded them while changing magazines, howling like babies, and every face looked excited and ferocious when illuminated by the flames.
They stepped on the bodies of fellow demons who had been shot and fell to the ground and rushed up the spiral staircase. The guns in their hands were fired like crazy, regardless of whether there were bodies of fellow demons in front of them.
The sound of heavy machine gunfire boomed again, but this time it was not the marble pillars that penetrated, but the bodies of the demons in the front row. In the storm of bullets from the heavy machine gun, they fell like wheat straw in the field in batches. , flesh and blood splashed in the air, plasma and internal organs stained the floor tiles like the Styx in hell.
The demon with quick eyesight and quick hands blasted the head of the hypnotized demon holding a heavy machine gun with one shot. Then the other demon dropped the gun in his hand and continued to unleash firepower with a heavy machine gun.
Endless demons rushed in from outside the main entrance of the building, like a big wave composed of demons, constantly beating the defense line formed by Kafka alone.
The hypnotized demons turned their guns and fired at the people around them, but it still seemed a bit insignificant. The impact of the demons approached the spiral staircase, and overwhelming demons rushed up.
When the submachine gun magazine was exhausted, Kafka swung the empty gun and knocked over the approaching demon. He lifted up the back of his windbreaker, took out two incendiary bombs, and threw them down the gap in the stairs.
As she rolled to dodge, she easily pulled out the two Uzi submachine guns hidden behind her windbreaker. The brass shells flew into the sky like popcorn, and the bullets rained down on the shadows.
The flames illuminated Kafka's face again and again. Facing the crowd of demons, she frowned slightly. It was not that she thought she would die here today, but that her coat was stained with dust and blood when she rolled, and her fur was completely Sticky together with blood.
Although the spirit-talking technique was still effective under the suppression of Bluetooth devices and gunshots, almost half of the demons defected in the face of battle, but the demons outside the building were pouring in like a never-ending rainstorm, and the high-frequency speaking spirits The operation still seems to be stretched thin.
It would be nice if there was a loudspeaker. The influence of the telepathic technique could be spread to every demon outside the building. But now that the sound of heavy rain is mixed with the sound of gunfire, the telepathic technique can only be like a wisp of wind in the stormy sea. As he kept wandering around the building, his physical strength gradually declined.
Countless corpses were piled up in front of the spiral staircase inside the building. The gun battle in just tens of minutes had already resulted in no less than three-digit demon casualties, and even this number continued to increase at a terrifying speed. More and more, it seems that the devil is everywhere in the world, and she is like a lonely boat on the sea.
There are more than 10,000 demons in New Babylon, but they are usually hidden in the dark night, and it is rare to see them in full force.
Right now, the sound of wind and rain outside the building is intertwined, and the engine is roaring. Is it possible that nearly thousands of demons have gathered just to take the head of a newly registered demon hunter from her? Or did he take her life for the sake of the great lord Shi De?
She didn't believe that there was any so-called friendship among those demons or loyal and filial people who would help their brothers. The reason for taking her life was probably just to maintain the dignity of the demons and to shake the mountain to shake the tiger.
The demons pulled the triggers together, and all kinds of guns spit out bright muzzle flames. Large-caliber bullets shot at each other instantly. The demons hypnotized by the spirit spell fell down in rows, and they continued to pour into the hall from outside the building. As new demons entered, howitzers and bullets completely destroyed the marble stairs and platforms.
Kafka grabbed the exposed steel bars of the roof and jumped up, thus avoiding falling into the marble ruins and being inundated by bullets.
She held the Uzi and fired, dashing from left to right as if entering an uninhabited land. A large number of demons stood up to block the flying bullets for her, but she knew that if she could not break out of the building, this would be just the last act of ferocity of the beast.
But this abandoned building was abandoned only halfway through construction. There were thick cement walls on all sides, and the only stair shelter was also destroyed. She could only count the time and rely on the heavy machine guns of those demons to shoot Puncture the wall.
The fuel tank of that Ferrari has bottomed out. Even if the accelerator is pressed deeply, it will break down on the viaduct and have no way to retreat. Compared with the abandoned buildings in the city, the lonely viaduct is more like a dead end.
The sickle of death will never fall easily, and she has never been afraid of the arrival of the god of death. Escape into the mountains in embarrassment is certainly a good way to survive, but unfortunately she does not understand what fear is. The only good way is in her eyes. It's like shit inside and I can't bear to look at it.
"xp?wσh!" The demons roared the ancient language of New Babylon. The flames of their guns flashed like flares in the night. They rushed forward with overwhelming excitement, waving their sharp blades to tear the woman in front of them to pieces.
Facing the demons that surged up like a tide, Kafka showed no fear, or rather no expression at all.
She threw out the submachine gun with the empty magazine. The silk thread was like a transparent and sharp sword lying in front of her. She looked at the overwhelming demons indifferently, her eyes as magnificent as flames.
Fire broke out outside the building, and gunfire suddenly erupted far more violently than inside the building. It was the roar of hundreds of heavy machine guns. The next second, the thick cement wall was suddenly overturned by something, and the surging demons were swept away. The marble was crushed into pieces.
The powerful roar of the horse came from the thick dust, and the sound of the horse's hooves was like a deadly drumbeat, stepping on the demon's corpse and calmly stepping into the hall.
There was no thunder and lightning at all, and the torrential rain suddenly fell. The huge raindrops hit the eaves like war drums. Countless rain poured in from outside the collapsed walls. The heavy rain hit the armor of the man on horseback. There was a crackling sound, the rising sea of fire spread its teeth and claws behind him, and her pupils were brighter than ever before.
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