Two Hundred and Seventy-Six Chapters Shield, Quick Pull, Tie

The moment he entered the building, Luke pressed an armguard-like piece of equipment in his left hand, and the armguard suddenly popped out to both sides, turning into a small square shield.

This is a reminder from Team America.

It's good, it's better than a shield that resists beating.

It's just that this small square shield is not large, with a side length of only more than 20 centimeters, and it is directly placed on the left arm.

His right hand was not holding a gun, but hung over the revolver holster on his crotch.

His eyes didn't move around, but looked straight ahead, using his peripheral vision to pay attention to any moving objects, he began to go upstairs with gentle but quick steps.

When he went up to the sixth floor, he stood behind the stairs. Instead of going up immediately, he took a deep breath, and suddenly moved sideways, raising his left hand to protect his head.

boom! clang!

A bullet hit the shield in front of him, and at the same time, the revolver in Luke's hand finished shooting.

The moment before using the shield to cover his head, and the locking of his sensitive sense of smell, the two combined to predict, and he shot this shot.

boom! puff!

He seemed to hear the sound of bullets hitting his flesh in his ears.

Boom!

Two bullets were fired on the opposite side again, and Luke's body trembled twice, as if he was hit by the bullets, but the M686 revolver in his hand did not hesitate.

Boom! Boom!

Double-clicking twice in a row, but the other party quickly retreated to the corner as expected.

Luke also retreated to the stairs at the same time. The M686 revolver with only one bullet left was instantly inserted into the holster between his legs. He pulled out the Glock from his armpit again, aimed at the opposite corner, and approached quickly with small steps.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from the corner, and Luke raised his hand.

clang! The shield blocked the shadow.

His keen eyesight had already seen clearly that the shadow was a small black flying knife.

Luke narrowed his eyes and accelerated his feet, but still did not exceed the speed of ordinary people.

The next moment, three black flying knives shot out in a row.

Luke's pupils shrank, and he stepped back decisively.

The three flying knives were actually flying in an arc, and they collided with each other two meters in front of him. After separating again, they magically bypassed his shield and shot at his back center and waist, and ……chrysanthemum.

Bullsxxt! ! Luke cursed in his heart, and the whole person rolled back, and the shield in his hand knocked the three flying knives into the air several times in a row.

Before he could charge up again, five throwing knives were thrown from the corner again.

With Luke's ability, his scalp tingled.

The key point is that there are not only many flying knives, but all of them fly in arcs. Two of them hit the wall twice, and the flight path is impossible to figure out.

Luke could only continue to step back, use the corner of the stairs to avoid the three flying knives, and then use his shield to knock up two flying knives that were ejected from the rotation.

Just wanting to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly his face changed and he turned his head sharply.

A flying knife that he had dodged just now bounced again from the corner and shot to the back of his head.

At this time, Luke's keen sense of smell came from the smell, but it showed that the guy had left the roof.

Luke frowned and quickly went upstairs.

His head just popped out a little from the entrance of the rooftop, when he saw a figure skating fast in the air dozens of meters away, away from the roof.

Facing Luke's figure, it seemed as if he had expected it, and at the moment when Luke's head was exposed, he pulled the trigger.

Inexplicably alert in his heart, Luke suddenly shrank his head and squatted down.

boom!

A bullet swiped over his head and hit the wall directly opposite the rooftop door.

Luke sweated on his forehead: Nima! Where did this sharpshooter come from? It is simply impossible to guard against!

What is even more exaggerated is that this guy is not only good at using firearms, but also using flying knives of cold weapons.

Do not! wrong! The flying knife is his body, and the firearm is just something he uses easily.

Luke thought for a while, but retreated, not chasing the terrifying marksman.

The point is, there are already a lot of onlookers here, including many reporters and photographers with cameras and cameras. If he wants to explode with all his strength, he will make headlines in Los Angeles tomorrow.

After coming downstairs, he looked at the eight corpses lying on the stairs on the fifth floor, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, this is going to make headlines after all."

Luke also smelled the blood of a person on the rooftop. It should be the SWAT sniper. With the eight here, SWAT killed nine people at once.

This news is bound to be chased by reporters for days.

Luke went downstairs and had a face-to-face with Roger and Kobe who came.

Captain Kobe was much more eager: "How is it?"

Luke shook his head: "I'm sorry, your teammates..." Needless to say, the three of them understood what it meant.

Kobe's face contorted: "Damn, who is it?"

Luke looked sideways at Roger: "What do you mean?"

Roger: "Huh?"

Luke: "If I'm not mistaken, this guy is the sharpshooter from the doughnut shooting. I didn't see what he looked like, and he ran off the roof."

Kobe was stunned: "The roof?"

He pressed the walkie-talkie in his hand: "Team b1, did you find a target over there? Stanley?"

Several people on the walkie-talkie reported that no targets were found, but only Stanley, who was the sniper on the roof of another building, did not report.

Kobe was going crazy: "Go see Stanley."

After a while, the walkie-talkie rang: "Captain, Stanley died in the line of duty."

Kobe slammed the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground, his eyes were red: "Damn it! I swear, I will catch you! I will hang you up and cut into pieces of minced meat!"

Roger was silent, and Luke shook his head in his heart.

This thing... I'm afraid it's difficult!

Even Luke was almost killed by the marksman just now. Unless there are dozens or hundreds of ordinary SWAT officers like Kobe who trapped the guy and shot him to death, the possibility of revenge is really low.

Luke doesn't know if this marksman is an extraordinary human being, but his pistol skills and throwing knives are beyond imagination.

What's even more painful is that the name of the other party is not displayed in the system.

Obviously, Luke and the opponent played against each other just now, and the system determined that the two sides were tied, or there was no winner.

Luke only needs to think for a moment to understand.

The fight between the two started when Luke was shot.

At that time, Luke relied on the double-layer body armor, especially the body armor that was added today, to avoid the trouble of bullets entering the body.

After that, he went to trouble the marksman, and in the instant confrontation on the fifth floor, his quick-draw and rapid-fire shot hit the opponent's shoulder.

The opponent's shot was blocked by Luke quickly with a metal shield.

After that, he hit the target with a double-layer body armor and took two shots. He forced the opponent to the point where he had no choice but to rely on the flying knife to stop him and take the opportunity to run away.

Even so, Luke had a broken bone under his rib and had internal bleeding.

Of course, now that half of these injuries have recovered, except for the pain and itching, it does not affect his movements.

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