Abyss Express

Foreword:

Let the dead bury the dead. Since we have life, we should live and live happily.

Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy丨War and Peace

[Part①·Man and God]

A certain philosophical pioneer once said so in the initial D movie version——

——The reason why a god is a god is because he has done things that ordinary people cannot do, so he has become a god.

It sounds like nonsense literature with a bit of British dry humor, but the fact is that people always like to regard the incomprehensible, unpredictable, amazing skills and occasional miracles as the handwriting of gods.

But these things are as common as drinking water and eating for the best in the professional field. These are the skills they depend on for a living and the means for them to survive.

The moment Wumingshi's gunsmith showed up, the little demons in the entertainment room couldn't help but flinch nervously.

The leader of the Red Fortress can scold the Anonymous soldiers one by one every day like reporting the name of a dish, but when they really have to face the gunsmith, they will be as silent as a chicken at once, just like the idiot youth who sprayed each other across the Internet.

In the eyes of the blood-giving monster, the gunsmith is the god of death, the crying general is the good partner of the god of death, and Charon, the boatman of the river Styx.

"Gunsmith!!!!——"

I don't know who started it. The psychological quality of this group of armadillo hunters who have returned to the old profession can't pass the spiritual pressure test at all. A younger brother with a weak mind screamed sternly, and the skin erupted with erythema branded by Vita. At the moment of mental breakdown, bright red flowers will bloom from the physical body.

At the pre-war mobilization meeting, the boss of CC once told his brothers excitedly and passionately that the target of this battle is the gunsmith!

The younger brothers were poisoned by alcohol, and they all had a high-spirited attitude, but when the gunsmith actually came in front of them, the morale of the war gang collapsed almost instantly.

The scene was chaotic, people who were going to fetch weapons crowded together, and the core members involuntarily crowded close to the boss of CC. A small stampede happened, and the intestines of the old uncles of two war gangs were trampled out.

"Any explosives? He must have planted a bomb somewhere!"

"Am I going to die!? Why did this guy brazenly appear in front of so many of us!"

"He never fights unprepared! My god my god"

"Boss CC! I feel like I can't breathe. I. I. Ugh!"

With the shrill cry for help, the scouts of the second group went to see the crazy butterfly first. It was the moment when the stomach suddenly swelled and exploded, and the moment the Vita brand broke out, the blood-red butterfly flew out.

Not to mention the cowardice of this group of war gangs, these mercenaries were just helpers of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church six years ago, and they were not even considered a serious sect—the Inanimate League where Lawrence once belonged It is this kind of organization, a family-style gang led by one or more leaders, working for the religious order, engaging in armed confrontation with the regional governors, asking for political chips, forming a balance between black and gray industries, and making illegal transformation become legal and make unreasonable common sense.

If you say that this group of people is going to force girls into prostitution, kidnap and sell people, and bully relocated households and widowed old people, they are all first-class experts. something happened.

If they can get the help of the immortals, it means that the hooligans have been empowered by Pellelini's magical skills-when they see the gunsmith, they still have a strong sense of fear.

No matter how calm CC is, he can't be fierce at this moment——

——The man in front of the entertainment room is thousands of times fiercer than him.

"anonymous"

Originally they organized and deployed in the rest area, trying to catch the gunsmith by surprise, but the gunsmith missed and caught a Hasben Madison, so they ate an extra meal, just a little bit ahead of the celebration banquet , How did it become like this in just one meal?

He was a little annoyed, but he didn't regret it, because he was the leader of the Scarlet Fortress, and the decision made by the leader must be correct!

If it weren't for these worthless brothers scrambling for the elixir from Mr. Pellerini, there wouldn't be this celebration banquet -- let alone being poisoned by this wine table culture!

CC! You listen up! Be calm! Find a way to survive! you're not wrong! The fault is these dragging waste!

"Gunsmith, since you are still willing to talk to me a few more words, why don't we put down our arms?"

"No, no, no," the gunsmith interrupted, "You got it wrong."

CC: "Misunderstanding?"

The young eagle flutters its wings and fires its guns!

The roar of bullets interrupted all of CC's excuses, holding back all the nonsense of the scene!

"I'm counting the heads." The gunsmith's shooting speed was extremely fast——

——The moment he entered the room, he had been observing the movement of the people in the room, and the strange morale collapse did not let him take it lightly.

These guys seem to have gun gear, but didn't dare to take it out? why?

Jiang Xueming couldn't figure it out, even though he had experienced many battles, he didn't quite understand the reason.

Horrible fairy tales are circulating in the social circle of blood-granting monsters. There is a Lord of Hades, as long as you dare to draw a gun in front of him, you will see your fingers in the next second and hear the Chinese words "disarm you".

It's a pity that no one corrected this rumor——

——Because you will die if you don’t draw your weapon, and you will die even worse.

Fifteen bullets from the young eagle shattered twelve heads in the first reaction zone. He pulled the gun and moved it sideways while reloading. In just six seconds, Reaper went to work again, and there were still forty-six dog lives in the spacious entertainment room.

Screams and curses, resentful eyes and dull eyes all looked at the evil star at the gate.

CC finally came back to his senses, with fury in his eyes!

This guy really seems ready to be alone and sweep out all the hunters in the house!

"You look down on me?! Gunsmith!"

Jiang Xueming didn't answer, he was busy emptying the magazine, his fingers were about to catch fire!

Fenfang Huanmeng hid behind the main body and rubbed bullets desperately, throwing a magazine again!

It's time for another round of firepower to erupt——

——The four heroes in the second reaction zone finally mustered up their courage from the headless corpses of their partners and awakened their will to fight.

They all took out their guns to fight back, and wanted to lean forward, find out the micro-push at their waists and pour out their firepower!

At this moment, fairy tales come true!

The fingertips turned into scalding hot flesh, and flew towards the unlucky ghost behind with the broken shrapnel and receiver. These nylon pieces and metal pieces turned into deadly throwing knives under the bombardment of the young eagle's ammunition! There was a bloody incision next to each other, and a white thread was cut out of the Kevlar layer. It took two seconds for Steward Dave to find that there was a deep and visible bone tear on his thigh.

"Don't just stand there!"

Don't blame CC's slow response. It was the ninth second after the battle. The leader finally decided to regain morale and asked his teammates to separate and avoid the deadly shooting circle of the gunsmith!

"This guy only has one pistol!"

The little brothers finally came to their senses, and they all ran towards the window edge, trying to draw the gunsmith's firepower and let the teammates complete the direct attack.

At the same time, the fighting unit in the room felt for Wei Chong, sweating, and finally stopped hesitating——

——Brothers who are human shields, buddies will not let you die in vain.

This is a simple multiple-choice question. For a gunsmith, if he wants to stop the enemy who breaks through the window, he must give up the shooting range from eleven o'clock to two o'clock. It is impossible for him to take care of every target while suppressing firepower. , is he alone?

Then just look at the results!

There were a total of twelve members of the death squad rushing towards the window. As long as they could break through the glass window, they could go around behind the gunsmith to double-team, or leave their teammates behind and escape.

The marksmen standing on guard have already started to execute the gun action, whether or not the gunsmith can cast the terrifying "expel you weapon" spell, they have to give it a go.

Time began to flow again, and Fenfang Huanmeng finished pressing the third magazine, and finally turned away, bringing the corpse of the sentinel in front of the entertainment room to stand beside Xueming.

The violent thunderous gunfire never stopped!

This is the most ruthless light infantry unit that Anonymous has with his gun!

The rain of bullets like running water is splashed on the enemies rushing towards the edge of the window, and the rhythm of the gunshots is full of rhythm!

The gunsmith is not fighting alone. Fragrant Huanmeng is holding a micro-charger, like a whack-a-mole, pulling the trigger according to the rhythm of the enemy's sprinting, waiting quietly, waiting for the heads of the death squads to come to the appropriate shooting line, Just like the gunsmith once used the technique in the restaurant of the deadly organization, use the body to aim, wait for the target to enter the machine sight, and pull the trigger one by one.

At the same time, the big steel cat performed a shooting action and used its tail to pull another submachine gun on the corpse of the sentinel at the gate.

The moment the young eagle ran out of bullets, it happened to fall into the hands of the gunsmith.

Two tight shots, one hundred submachine gun bullets, thirty pistol bullets, simply took away the remaining forty-five lives.

The spiritual body of CC is protecting him, which belongs to [Eye Of The Storm·Storm Eye] of Lord Pellegrini.

The bullet grazed his physical body, and immediately turned into twisted and deformed iron filings and steel flowers when it came into contact with the spirit body. After being impacted by strange spiritual energy, it was constantly spinning and entangled. The huge internal energy could not be released, and finally became hot and red. When they hit the floor, the bullets scorched the carpet in black marks.

Click——

The gunsmith tapped the release button of the microcharger to make sure that the magazines were all empty, and he didn't intend to deal with CC, the enemy leader, immediately.

It doesn't look like bullets are going to work on this guy, but keep trying.

The blood and minced meat all over the ground, the corpses without heads, all these made CC a little dazed. He had witnessed the battle of the Anonymous. At that time, he was only fit to hide behind the sect, silently in the dirty corpses. Watching all this.

He survived by luck, and has been left with a huge psychological shadow ever since.

Every time the patrol whistle of Guangling Zhixi blew a loud silver flute, he would wake up from the nightmare, thinking that the god of death had come to take his life.

But this time.

This time he has nothing to lose!

Dave's body was dead but not stiff. There were more than a dozen bullet holes on his body, and he was still splattering blood. It looked the same as TOM who was shot by his mother!

"Brother CC"

"Did you not die!?" CC wanted to close his eyes for Boss Dave, but suddenly screamed, the grief and indignation he had just suppressed were all in vain.

This is just a flashback of the extreme pain, there are Mrs. Bai's larvae constantly crawling out of Dave's belly.

Bleeding came out of his eyes, he was hit by the brutal bullets, and the sudden increase in pressure on his skull and eye made him shed two lines of tears of regret.

"pain"

After saying this, Dave froze completely, his pupils dilated to death.

"anonymous!----"

CC roared to the sky, Hunwei [Eye Of The Storm · Storm Eye] rolled out a huge vortex at his feet.

The carpet was torn apart by the messy spiritual pressure shock wave, and the man-eating monster in the smoke and dust showed bright red eyes, which seemed to be a little more fierce, and the will to fight became fierce and high-spirited!

"I want you to be buried with me!"

[Part② Battle]

The gunsmith raised his gun and fired without answering.

The slightly impacted bullets hit this wind wall, causing no substantial damage——

——But Jiang Xueming still wants to do this, even if the bullet doesn't work.

He is like a patient fisherman, constantly changing the bait. The shooting range of Fragrant Dream is only 16 meters, which cannot reach the high-value target. Very wise choice.

After firing up a magazine, Fenfang Huanmeng made up for the vacuum period of reloading, and did a continuous shooting relay.

The barrels of the two micro-charged guns were all red, and the twelve magazines collected from the corpses were all emptied. The guns had already exploded and misfired at ultra-high temperature, and if they continued to shoot like this, they would explode!

CC's will to fight was weakened by the continuous bullets. He was in the center of the storm, constantly using the divine power of soul power, but found that the gunsmith had no intention of stopping fire at all!

Doesn't this guy want to use psionic energy at all? Come face to face with me?

If this continues, the [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm] that Lord Pellegrini gave me will be useless at all!

It is indestructible! Powerful! Just touch the gunsmith! This terrifying spiral force will shatter his flesh!

"damn it!"

The impatient CC wants to charge forward! To crush your demons!

Stepping over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood of his brothers, he took heavy steps, jumped out of the storm, and leaped high towards the gate—the distance is not enough, so jump again!

Jiang Xueming's pupils shrank slightly, obviously surprised by this little giant's jumping ability.

The Wei Chong in his hand was scrapped, seeing the enemy break through the strong wind, like a sports car flying up the ramp, jumping straight towards his face, he unhurriedly changed positions with Hunwei, wanting the fragrance Huanmeng went to test the enemy's ability.

"[Eye Of The Storm·风雨眼]!—Smash him!"

The fragrant and dreamy tiger's whiskers were stirred by the turbulent gale, and it was difficult to open his eyes, so he stood still and punched brazenly! To receive CC's sacrifice charge head-on!

A tall and heroic blue colossus burst out from the body of this elite unit, with a pair of wings and an eagle-eyed beak on its back, very much like Horus in Egyptian mythology! When the iron fists of the two spiritual bodies came into contact, [Eye Of The Storm·雨风眼]'s fist was gnawed out by the big steel cat with a deep crack visible to the bone!

The collision between the spirit bodies caused the pool of blood on the floor to splash, as if a heavy stone had been smashed into the blood, and the reflected Worthington jet could splash to the ceiling!

"How is it possible!" CC looked at this scene in disbelief! He felt his internal organs dislodge, fell to the ground with a livid face, his throat was sweet, and the blood spurted out was entrained with broken respiratory tissue.

A blow with the combination of charge and leap and soul power! It was blocked!

Fenfang Huanmeng stood still, blocking his full blow just like that! ?

Pellelini's soul power is by no means an opponent of Fragrant Dream, but its destructive power is very strong!

At the moment when the spirit body came into contact, apart from the sonic boom and the shock wave, Xue Ming only felt a sharp pain in his right arm——

——Fragrant Dream's iron fist was intact, but the steel helmet and iron armor on his arms were cracked inch by inch! A lot of black lacquered tears were exposed from it, and the overflowing spiritual energy told the destructive power of [Eye Of The Storm·雨风眼]. There will be no harm, but the stronger and more powerful arm is scrapped!

"This guy's spirit body is so powerful!" Fenfang Huanmeng gritted her teeth and scolded, "No wonder Hasben lost to this bastard! It hurts me to death!"

"Hahahahaha!" Seeing that the attack worked, CC suddenly gained confidence: "Hahahaha!"

He wants to bring confidence with a smile, and forcibly pulls up this trembling body, awakening the will to fight again.

"It is said that Anonymous is invincible! Are you really an existence that cannot be surpassed? Gunsmith!"

"Now I prove it with my strength! Gods can bleed too!"

"The blood is boiling! Hahahaha! The blood is boiling!"

This once brave and enthusiastic Redstone man still maintains his innocence after joining the camp of Crazy Butterfly.

He stretched his tendons, got up cleanly, and saw the gunsmith with a livid face clutching his right arm, and suddenly felt a sense of security that victory was at hand. The self-healing ability of blood-granting monsters far surpassed these weak wits. People, just continue to fight with him, continue to fight with spirit bodies!

——The one who won the final victory must be my CC!

"Come back!" Xue Ming recalled his spirit body, asking Fragrant Huanmeng to unite with his body and soul.

The big steel cat burrowed into Xueming's body and asked, "Is it really all right?"

Xue Ming shook his finger, asking the spirit body to be quiet and obedient.

"This guy doesn't eat oil and salt, he's a rotten muscle."

"If you don't come back, how can I activate your special ability? How can I bring him down?"

Husband regained some consciousness. He wanted to say something, to remind the teacher to be careful, to talk nonsense, and to refresh the teacher.

Before he could speak——

——Xue Ming put on a fighting stance.

"Shut up! You're dead! You're a dead man, you shouldn't be talking."

If CC is more clever and uses Hasben as a hostage, this matter will become more complicated, which is hard to say.

At this moment, there is still a lucky person on the scene who is not dead. It seems that Dave, who just walked around from hell and returned to the human world, is in charge. He also wants to say something, but his body does not allow it, and he has already lost blood. Too much, even the strength to affect the vocal cords of the Adam's apple is gone.

CC waved his hand heroically, inviting Jiang Xueming to a duel.

"Let the dead bury the dead. Since we have life, we should live and live happily."

"Of course, you have to live in my womb and be one with me."