Apocalyptic Forecast

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On the long street, gunshots continued to sound.

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

The Jidaos who were fighting in one 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?

Wearing iron clothes, holding a sword in his hand, with hideous heads 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 object in front, and pulled the trigger.

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

No matter howling or roaring, the massacre squads that entered from all directions were moving forward in an orderly manner, killing all the hybrids in front of them.

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

Lift up 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 who were tumbling and wailing gradually stopped moving, only the flames still dancing playfully, climbing on the scorched earth...

The massacre has already begun.

And Huai Shi was already standing in front of the warehouse that had 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.

Cross flow of sewage.

The barbed wire in the corner has long been cut, and there are people who piled up a basketball court here. But now those who play basketball have long since disappeared.

The warm corner that was 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, trying 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 rusty surface, there are several layers of different steels, as if they have already grown in the ground, only the keyhole underneath, which is covered by layers of iron plates, still shines as new.

"Would you like this trouble?"

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

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

The earth quaked.

Behind Huai Shi, the members of the paper-carrying group stunned and retreated, seeing 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 prop up his tired body again.

Countless dust flew up from the thin rain.

Under the gloomy sky, a dim light was lit above the silent gate, and then, driven by Huai Shi, a half-meter-thick steel gate slowly opened, revealing the darkness behind it.

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

Huai Shi froze in place.

His 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.

arms.

The entire warehouse was filled 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 pile of ammunition boxes occupies most of the space, and the terrorist reserves sufficient for a modern war are 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?"

Huai Shi laughed softly, stepped into it, took off the pistol from the shelf, and carefully and earnestly pressed the bullets filled 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 has not yet begun--"

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

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

Bring Christmas gifts that come early.

Armed as free as beer, it can’t bring happiness to people, it can’t make people happy, it 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 hit 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 opened slowly.

In the dumped box, countless shaking bullets flowed out from the cracks, 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 he had hallucinations. Before he could react, the people behind him pushed him away.

"Oh? The guys in the paper team, did a good job..."

Ochiai Yuriko stretched out his hand in satisfaction, checked the quality of the gun, raised his head and asked, "Where has the paper-loving amateur gone?"

The foot of the mountain wiped the blood from his face, and looked at the place where the fire was most intense in the distance: "Boss, should I go there?"

"It's really troublesome for things like men to go crazy. If you survive, we can drink bars 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, only 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 a miracle 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 breaking through the fence, he rushed into the storm again.

Rushed into the deepest part of the storm.

In the entire inner circle of Danbo, at this moment, countless vehicles, motorcycles and even bicycles, loaded with iron light, burst out from the gate of the Huaizhi Group and spread to all directions.

It's as if the dying heart fluctuates hard 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, as well as the blood gradually spreading under his feet.

Stepping on the shoulders of the struggling soldier, the hideous figure raised his head and showed a handsome face towards them.

Feel free to pull the trigger.

Amidst the flying blood, the mutilated body no longer struggles.

"How are everyone?"

Huai Shi raised her head, wiped the rain off her face, and smiled at the massacre team in front of her: "I've come from a long way, and I'm so embarrassed.

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

As he said, he dropped the assault rifle in his hand and took a... grenade launcher from his back.

The smile grew brighter.

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

At that moment, a muffled sound 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.

I am hitting the tank!

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

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

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

Until all this in front of us is swallowed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ destruction will come to the destroyer.

In the envelope of flames and shocks, tragic neighs burst out, no different from those who passed away.

Only a scarlet signal bomb rose into the sky and burst open, attracting attention from all directions.

In the swiftly approaching roar, Huai Shi bowed his head, the forging furnace between his five fingers lit up again, 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 in 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?"

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