Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Da da da!"

"Hook, get Chris to the basement! Gaudi, look at the left window!"

"clear!"

"Ralph, 175, 436, come on with two shots, cover the blow... Don't care if I'm within the coverage point of the gunfire, hurry up!"

"boom!"

The wooden door of the basement was kicked open, and the voice above became clearer in an instant. Dialect listened, took a breath, and the muscles on his right arm stretched slightly, watching the shadows approaching on the ground, and instantly stabbed to the left. past.

A hard feeling was uploaded from the handle of the knife. Dialect turned the handle of the knife forcefully, then pulled it out quickly, and stabbed it into the head of Chris, who was lying behind Hook, between the electric light and flint.

"Cuckoo..."

Blood continuously sputtered from Hook's neck and sprayed on Dialect. He weakly covered his neck with his hands, widened his eyes, and then slowly turned towards Dialect.

"Bah!"

The military thorn was pulled out from the top of Chris's head in an instant, and the dialect took two steps to the side, then caught Hu Ke's body, slowly dragged it to the floor on the side, and then looked at the open wooden door above, holding the pistol Step on it gently.

"Ta, tat..."

The viscous blood converged to the tip of the knife with the action of gravity, then condensed and dripped onto the ground. In this dark stairwell, it radiated its own cold light again...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Gaudi, hide in the basement, Hook! Hook! Hook! shit! There's hair in the basement!"

NO! It'sme!

Dialect replied secretly, looking at the two shadows that stopped in front of him, he rushed out of the door in an instant, fired three shots at Gaudi in front of him, and then quickly grabbed Gaudi's body and stretched the pistol from his side. out.

"Puff puff!"

The captain's bullet hit the corpse in front of Dialect, causing the corpse to vibrate continuously. At the same time, three sparks appeared from Dialect's pistol, but none of the bullets hit.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dialect returned to the next room while fighting back, then released Gaudi's body instantly and hid in the room.

"Ruff, there's a guy at 175, 436 who is Lao Maozi, shit! Listen, tell the people in this area that the unidentified person is Lao Maozi, don't care..."

"Ping! Boom!"

A black object bounced from the wall next to it, the captain's voice suddenly stopped, looking at the thing that rolled under his feet, and instantly flew towards the side...

"boom!"

A fire burst out from this small black lump in an instant, and countless shrapnel carrying unrivaled kinetic energy instantly plunged into the captain's body, and his body slammed into the wall next to him. , and then fell to the ground again, symbolically moved twice, and then disappeared completely.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

A piercing, sharp sound suddenly sounded in this noisy night sky, the dialect listened, and the hand that was probing Gaudi's body was instantly retracted, and quickly ran to the door of the basement, and then was caught in an instant. A wave of air flew up and rolled down the stairs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With the sound of explosions constantly resounding above the head, the basement also began to shake violently. The light bulb on the top of the head fell directly next to Dialect's head, and then fell into countless pieces, and the surrounding debris also began to shake involuntarily. On the wall, cracks finally began to appear...

"Worthy!"

Dialect scolded angrily, but he could only hold his head tightly, lying on the ground and timidly listening to the constant ding-dong sound next to him, and then prayed that this basement of Lao Maozi was enough. sturdy...

Right now, he seems to be rubbing frantically on the ground by the aircraft cannons of the NATO coalition forces, and he has no power to fight back.

friction, friction...

Rubbing on this smooth ground...

"Crack..."

A gap suddenly flashed from the ceiling next to it, and then continued to extend. Dialect turned his head, looking at the expanding gap, his mouth slowly grew.

"boom!"

The basement, which Dialect thought was anti-nuclear, collapsed instantly. He quickly rolled to the side, and a huge cement stone just wiped his body and fell to the ground.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The chest began to rise and fall violently, but the sound of the gunfire outside gradually became smaller, and the collapse of the upstairs began to stop slowly, until finally, a moonlight shone through the collapsed hole next to it, Add a bit of intoxication to this dusty place...

"I'm playing a stick cone..."

Dialect scolded, quickly ran to Gaudí's body, looked at the night vision goggles and helmet on his head, carefully took off the night vision goggles, and brought them to his head, looking at the blurred vision. The picture, I patted it with my hand, it became clear.

45 rounds, 15 pistol rounds, a grenade, a bag of military high-energy compressed biscuits…

Dialect quickly put these useful things on his body, then looked at the door of the basement that had been blocked, walked silently to the collapsed hole, looked at the night sky above, and put the sundries next to him under his feet .

Then he stuck his head out a little, and the dialect glanced at the surrounding grass with potholes, and then his eyes slowly turned to the distance. After finding that there was no abnormal movement around, he slowly climbed up.

The safe zone has shrunk…

After the collapse of the basement and the announcement of GG, UU reading www.uukanshu.com dialect suddenly thought of this reminder of PUBG, which also made him shrink in the basement and be an old yin B. The idea was directly broken.

"Da! Da! Da! Boom!"

Various voices are constantly intertwined in this area. Dialect glanced at the private house behind him again, then silently tightened the rifle in his hand, and slowly began to run towards the route he set. In the past, at the same time, he constantly used various wall ruins for cover, or squatted and ran forward, or crawled forward on the ground...

"piu!"

A faint voice sounded, Fang Yan looked at the fallen figure in the scope, slowly turned the muzzle to Lao Maozi's direction, looked at the slightly exposed figure in a window, and slowly held his own. Taking a breath, he pulled the trigger again.

"piu!"

The light of the fire came out from the muzzle again, and the dialect carefully observed the two teams in front of them that were still fighting fiercely, took the sniper rifle back, hugged his rifle, and slowly squatted towards the battle area. The edge ran past.