Apocalyptic Forecast

On the long street, gunshots continued to sound.

　　 The tracks of the chariot crushed the wreckage on the ground and crashed forward.

　　 The Jidao who were fighting in a chaotic place turned their heads in amazement, unable to believe what they saw before them, nor could they understand what had happened.

　　 When the gate of the **** is opened, the evil spirits in hordes will look like this, return to the world, right?

　　 dressed in iron clothes, holding a sword in his hand, with a fierce head and a pool of blood under his feet.

　　 spread death.

　　 The guards built for war wandered on the street. The assault rifle in his hand was slowly raised, aimed at the slaughter in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the grenade was thrown from a raised hand and rolled, spreading countless shrapnel amidst the loud noise.

　　 Regardless of wailing or roaring, the slaughter squads that entered from all directions were moving forward in an orderly manner, killing all the hybrids in front of them.

　　 cruelly and accurately forced those who fled into the alley, and then separated the array, the executive's leather boots stepped over the wreckage under his feet, and the flamethrower in his hand lit up a flame.

　　 lifted slowly.

　　 The dazzling fire burst out.

　　 In the tragic neigh, everything was swallowed.

　　 Then, the chariot and the queue continued to move forward, leaving only a ruin behind.

　　 In the flames, those tumbling and wailing gradually stopped moving, only the flames were still dancing playfully, climbing on the scorched earth...

　　The massacre has begun.

　　 And Huai Shi is already standing in front of the warehouse that has long been forgotten.

　　 The address on the key was unexpectedly close, right next to the Huaizhi group site.

　　 The dilapidated factory building that has not been cared for for more than ten years, there are weeds growing everywhere in the empty courtyard, and people throw in through the fence and don't know how much garbage.

　　 Sewage cross flow.

The barbed wire in the corner of 　　 has been cut a long time ago, and some people have piled up a basketball court here. But now those who played basketball have long since disappeared.

　　 The warm corner once filled with laughter has been in a mess under the torrential rain.

Huai Shi raised his hand and tore off the broken iron chain on the door. He tried to open the door, but found that the door could not be opened at all. Behind the messy thin door panel that had already been moth-eaten. It turned out to be a thick layer of steel.

　　 Behind the surface layer of rust, there are several layers of different steel, as if they have already grown in the ground, only the keyhole underneath, which is covered by layers of iron plates, still shines like new.

　　 "Would you like to make it so troublesome?"

　　 Huaishi frowned, inserted the odd-shaped key into it, twisting her wrist forcefully.

　　 Then the low friction sound rang from the mezzanine behind the door, and the fine sound continued, and finally turned into a loud noise.

　　 The earth quaked.

　　 Behind Huai Shi, the members of the paper-carrying team were stunned and retreated. They saw that the warehouse in front of them began to vibrate violently, as if the giant was about to pull out his already rooted feet from the ground, and once again propped up his tired body.

　　 Countless dust flies up from the thin rain.

　　 Under the gloomy sky, there was a dim light on the silent door. Then, under the push of Huai Shi, the steel door half a meter thick slowly opened, revealing the darkness behind it.

　　 A familiar pungent smell floated in the air that had solidified for so many years.

　　 Huai poem was stunned in place.

　　 eyes widened in disbelief.

Right in front of him, in the huge space behind the door, a light was silently lit up, illuminating the narrow aisles that were almost impossible to pass through every inch of corners, as well as those who wished to use every inch of space thoroughly. Dense shelves.

　　 and the gun on the shelf.

　　 munitions.

　　 The entire warehouse was piled up with arms.

　　Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, class machine guns... grenades, shock bombs, mines, explosives, and even a wall of shoulder-mounted rocket launchers...

　　 The mountain of ammunition boxes occupies most of the space, and the terrorist reserve enough for a modern war is right in front of him.

　　 In the dead silence, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

　　 You bastard, what did you want to do when you were young!

　　 This is what Sheng Tianmu told himself, a little bit more than ten years ago... a small reserve?

　　 Is there any misunderstanding about quantifiers?

　　 "Isn't this very capable, old man?"

　　 Huaishi laughed softly, stepped into it, took the pistol from the shelf, and carefully and earnestly pressed the bullets covered with maintenance oil into the magazine one by one.

　　 "What are you still doing?"

　　 He turned his head, looked at those sluggish faces, and smiled happily: "Get ready to deliver, everyone, it's like you are delivering wine."

　　 "Our counterattack hasn't started yet—"

　　 Fifteen minutes later, under the heavy rain, the lights of the caravan in the paper-carrying team once again illuminated the dark world, full of ammunition trucks roaring, and galloping in all directions.

　　Go to every organization and branch on the league registration list.

　　 with a Christmas present that arrived early.

　　 Arms as free as beer, can’t bring happiness to people, can’t bring happiness to people, and can only kill something.

Obviously it is not a necessity like water and wine, but now it is the only way to survive.

　　——Protect your family, protect your children, protect everything you have.

　　 On your own!

　　 When the heavy truck broke through the fierce firefight outside, smashed the outer wall, spinning all the way, and stopped in front of Akasaki, Akasaki almost knocked the driver in the face with a punch.

　　 "Shanshita!!! You bastard!" Akasaki roared, "We finally repaired the wall...what are you doing!"

　　 "Delivery."

　　Behind the broken windshield, the man with blood on his forehead grinned, raised his finger and pointed to the carriage behind him: "These are all gifts from the boss."

　　The broken carriage slowly opened.

　　 In the dumped box, countless swaying bullets flowed out from the gap, and the bright copper light reflected his sluggish face.

　　 "Hey! Where did you get it?"

　　 Akasaki bent over, clutching the bullet that was almost overwhelming the back of his instep, feeling dazed, almost thinking that he had hallucinations. Before he could react, the people behind pushed him away.

　　 "Oh? The guy in the paper team, what a good job..."

　　 Ochiai Yuriko stretched out his hand satisfied, checked the quality of the firearms, raised his head and asked, "Where have you been with the paper-loving amateur?"

　　 under the mountain, wiping the blood off his face, he looked at the place where the fire was most intense in the distance: "Boss, should I go there?"

　　 "It's really troublesome for a man to go crazy. If you can survive, everyone will drink the bar together..."

　　 Ochiai Yuriko shook his head and pulled the bolt, and his expression became grim: "What are you still doing, Akasaki, don't you know what to do? Go to the back and rest first, Yamashita, it's safer there."

　　 Yamashita shook his head and smiled, rejecting her kindness, but pointing to the roaring city behind him: "I still have a place to go back, Ms. Ochiai."

　　 He said, "If it's convenient, can someone help me refuel?"

　　 In a brief silence, Ochiai Yuriko looked up at him, then looked at the dilapidated truck that was already miraculous without a nest in front of him, and turned around: "Come here, give him my car."

　　 Ten minutes later, as the garage door opened, the fully bullet-proof modified Hummer burst into a roar, like a monster opening its eyes, and the car lights glowed hot.

After 　　 broke through the fence, he rushed into the storm again.

　　 rushed into the deepest part of the storm.

　　 is in the entire inner circle of Tanba. At this moment, countless vehicles, motorcycles and even bicycles, loaded with iron light, burst out from the gate of the Huaizhi group and spread in all directions.

　　 It was like a dying heart fluctuating again.

　　 Inject the power of resistance into everything that is dying.

　　 And just on the dead road, in front of the armored car that was advancing straight, the cruel headlights illuminated the figure at the end, and the blood gradually spreading under his feet.

　　 Just stepping on the shoulder of the struggling soldier, the hideous figure raised his head and showed a handsome face to them.

　　 At random, pull the trigger.

　　 Among the plasma flying, the mutilated body no longer struggles.

　　 "How are everyone?"

　　 Huaishi raised his head, wiped the rain off his face, and smiled at the massacre team in front of him: "I've come from a long way, and I've missed far to welcome me, I'm really sorry."

　　He said, "Next, please enjoy the local hospitality."

　　 As he said, he dropped the assault rifle in his hand and took off a... grenade launcher~www.readwn.com~ The smile became brighter.

　　Violence and death are specialties of the inner circle of Tanba, so you must taste it——

　　 At that moment, a deep muffled noise burst from his hand, the rain falling on the gun was rolled up, and a dark afterimage had already whizzed out against the bullet rain.

　　 was hitting the tank!

　　In an instant, Ramses' anger erupted from this foreign territory again, and the alchemical fuel mixed with the original quality burst out with fiery light, engulfing everything around him.

　　 The frantically rising temperature burned the bulletproof armor into mud. Then, the hot metal vapor spread in all directions along with the evaporated rain and storm, enshrouding more than a dozen butchers.

　　 Then another round, third round, fourth round...

　　 Until I swallowed everything in front of me.

　　 brought destruction upon the head of the destroyer.

　　 In the shroud of flames and shocks, violent neighs burst out, just like those who have passed away, without any difference.

　　 Only a scarlet signal bomb rose up into the sky and exploded, attracting attention from all sides.

　　 In the rapidly approaching roar, Huai Shi bowed his head, the forging furnace between his five fingers lit up again, and one after another brand-new high-explosive bombs once again emerged out of thin air and filled them.

　　 He raised his head again, and walked towards the direction of the enemy, towards the next place. .

　　 "The war has begun, everyone."

　　 He looked down at enemies dozens or hundreds of times greater than himself, stared at the twitching faces under the mask, and asked softly: "Are you ready?"