Steel steam and flame

The dozen or so people were all gangsters and had been holding guns for quite some time, but they had no sense of being gun-wielders themselves. Their posture is always hunched, their hands drooped, and their eyes are damaged by alcohol and low-quality cigarettes. Whether it was a revolver or a firecracker full of rivets, they polished the surface to a bright finish, and then placed it on their waists or hung it across their chests as deterrents and decorations. Those were supposed to be the fangs of ferocious beasts.

They know how to use firearms, but they don't necessarily know how to kill people efficiently and quickly.

Especially now that the situation has reached this point, their performance is all negative in Kara's eyes. Maybe it's because under the influence of Flos' influence, the stable life has been passed for a long time.

Not many people may be able to endure hard times to the end, but comfortable times can easily make people fall. If steel is poured with a basin of water, as long as the temperature is right, it will be covered with red rust in a day. People's bodies and minds often corrode even faster than this speed.

They were not Flos's main armed force to begin with, they were probably just here to act as a cover because there were not enough people.

Kara's bullet cut through the air in a space of more than three thousand meters in nearly a second, spinning and flying above the heads of seventeen people.

They were still smoking and talking.

A low trembling sound came over, and at the same time, the head of a gunman sitting next to the heavy machine gun exploded, as if the pressure in his head was too strong, and the fragments stained with black hair were scattered all over the floor, and then the bullets The power has not completely disappeared, and a mud flower continues to bloom in the dirt behind him.

The sound of the sniper rifle definitely couldn't reach their ears, because the sound was already absorbed by the surrounding buildings when it left Kara's place dozens of meters away.

There was no response and no detection. Maybe they didn't think about it at all, or they never worried about being attacked here. The body fell down and was covered by the bulletproof wall. The remaining sixteen people didn't notice it at all. Their joking laughter completely covered up the low vibrato of the bullets flying over.

The drinkers continued to drink, and the smokers must have continued to smoke, the smoke filling their faces. There were also a few people resting with their eyes closed. They covered their eyes with a piece of clothing. They must have fallen asleep. Kara thought so.

She didn't have any psychological fluctuations because her attack was completely ignored by the prey. On another level, they are not prey at all. They were just toys for her when she was bored, just to let her hands that had been unfamiliar for a few days find the feeling they should have in the past, nothing more. This is only the greatest value of those seventeen people in her eyes.

Bullets flew out continuously, tongues of flame spurted out dozens of centimeters long, and the smoke was immediately blown away by the surrounding wind.

When the fifth person suddenly fell down, someone reacted, but it was just a reaction. Then a bullet seemed to predict his movements and accurately penetrated the left side of his fragile temple, then penetrated from the right side and hit the wooden pillar next to it. The wood chips flew and a large crater was opened.

The remaining people panicked immediately, but their fate, or their performance order, performance script, performance time, and ending method had been completely written by Kara dozens of seconds ago.

In the end, everyone completed the performance tasks assigned to them accurately, although the stage play lasted only forty or fifty seconds, and in Kara's eyes, it was still a complete pantomime.

But this is no longer important, the curtain has fallen, and now it should be time for the audience to move freely.

Putting away the golden shells scattered on the ground, Kara quickly disassembled and assembled the sniper rifle. Then she looked exactly the same as when she came. She carried the leather box, kept the duck cap on her head, put on her dark eyes again, stood up and patted the dust on her body, and went downstairs with a few centimeters of high heels. , and once again transformed into a charming and cold girl who attracted the attention of passers-by.

At noon, the bodies lying in that base had lost their temperature, and the blood was coagulating much faster than people imagined.

Someone finally poked his head out from the entrance of the underground waterway again. He was cursing and yelling, "Why haven't you brought lunch down yet?"

But there is no sound in the silent base. There is no "cicada" creature introduced here in Gerun Oasis, and there are very few ordinary bugs. Therefore, even though the weather is hot every day, it is not used to liven up the atmosphere at all. The chirping of cicadas and the chirping of insects broke the silence that should not exist.

The half of his stretched out body froze there, looking at the people all around him lying in clotted blood, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. He quickly retracted his head. This news had to be reported to the bosses in the underground waterway as soon as possible. The arms smugglers had already arrived. Their primary target of attack is not the fire fortresses built in the underground sewers, but the several entrance guard bases on the ground that have lost their real strength!

Sapir's face was sullen, and the person standing respectfully in front of him could only lower his head as much as possible. No matter how he stood, his swaying body felt inappropriate, because the person sitting at the table in front of him was radiating The intimidation made his heart palpitate.

As early as noon on the day when the weapons workshop was robbed, Flos had already gathered most of his men and hurriedly went down to the mine tunnel. Sapir is one of the few surgeons he left in the underground waterway, and he is also one of the leaders of this armed trafficking gang that is now composed of a small group of elites and a large part of what can be said to be idle personnel.

Flos asked them to delay in the underground waterway as long as possible, but in less than a day, things seemed to have begun to develop in the direction they least wanted to see.

He went up specifically to investigate the scene there, and then remained silent. That was also a surgeon. Seventeen people only used seventeen bullets. His strength was definitely extremely strong. I don't know whose subordinate it was. But as long as he is an enemy, he will always be a person who gives people headaches and sleepless nights. Just like tonight, he would definitely be sleepless all night. Although the hour hand on the mechanical watch was pointing to two o'clock in the afternoon, he had already anticipated that there would be no peace in the underground water tonight, and there would be no time left for him to sleep and rest.

"I didn't expect things to develop so fast." Sapir waved the person in front of him to get off, and then turned on the radio array. The main body was a small mobile zero-difference machine, which had already stored their special frequencies.

He inserted the code card, not one, but three cards combined. The radio was connected, and two voices with different timbres came from inside.

"Sapir, what's the matter?" an ordinary male voice.

"Something happened?" A confused female voice said.

"I won't contact you unless something goes wrong." Sapir said, his voice paused here for a few seconds, "The city's ground base was attacked."

"Sure enough, this is what happened." The female electronic voice sighed, and it was very nice. She said, "I already know it, because I happened to be at the scene of the attack."