Chapter 1754 Painting Style 1 Change

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Although it would definitely be a waste of time to discuss first before taking action, but under the current circumstances, it doesn't matter if you waste some time.

If the enemy has used heavy weapons, then there is nothing to say. Everyone in the room is already dead. If the enemy has used heavy weapons, there is nothing to say. No one can escape. But if the enemy intends to capture people alive, If they don't want to use heavy weapons, then it's easy to say that they can't get in even if there are landmines, at least temporarily, so Gao Yang still has time to bring a gun and put on a body armor before breaking out.

It is definitely beneficial to be more prepared before breaking out. First of all, even if you can't break out, you can at least hold on for a little longer. Second by second, even if you can't get out, you can still create something for others. What an opportunity.

Several black devils immediately got up and went to change their equipment. Gao Yang looked at their backs and then at Yalebin, who was still smiling. He crawled for a while, then stood up and ran quickly to his inside the house.

After putting on his body armor, mask, and helmet, he looked at the Satan's Blade that he placed on the bed. Gao Yang repeatedly suppressed his impulse, but in the end he reached out and picked up his rifle.

At this time, when firing at close range to break through, a semi-automatic rifle is definitely not available, and if you have to carry it if you can't use it, it will definitely be a burden.

But logically speaking, the lighter the armor, the better. But the problem is that Gao Yang can't let go of his Satan Blade.

Carrying the Satan's Blade behind his back, Gao Yang hesitated for a moment and did not take his gun. The gun's range was short and the firepower was not durable enough. Even if Gao Yang could continuously supply ammunition, he still couldn't use it at this time. An assault rifle is better.

Abandoning his rifle, Gao Yang ran to the place where the firearms were stored, threw away the magazine used by Satan's Blade on the bulletproof vest, and put the magazine of the AK74 on it.

Picked up an ak74, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. Gao Yang returned to the living room.

Everything was ready, but Gao Yang still wanted to make a final effort, so he said loudly: "Brothers, no. Guys, no, gentlemen, I still insist that my attention is the best, so do as I say. OK?"

Yarebin breathed out and smiled: "Gao, you are very good, but it is a pity that our plan has no chance to be realized. So, are you ready?"

Tarta raised his gun and stood aside with Vasily. Then he shouted to Gao Yang: "Hi, Gao! My little brother. You are really stupid, but you are very smart, don't lose mine." Gun, treat it well.”

Gao Yang sighed and stood behind the door.

The biggest problem is that as long as Yarebin is around, these black devils will not listen to Gao Yang's orders at all. So after Gao Yang knows that no matter what he says is nonsense, he should be honest and don't waste what the black devils created for him. this opportunity.

Rushed out. That's fate. If you can't get out, that's what fate is. The black devil made a mistake. But the Black Devil also made up for it at the cost of his life. As for whether it is useful or not, I can't say, that's it anyway.

Yarebin exhaled, picked up the detonator, and whispered: "That's it, prepare..."

"You bastards in there. Listen to me! I know who you are! Antoine, you bastard of a bitch, come out!"

Someone was shouting with a loudspeaker, very loudly, and the person shouting was quite angry, but there was also an irrepressible joy in the anger.

Gao Yang glanced quickly, then turned his head back in disbelief and shouted to a few people who were about to rush out: "One, an old guy is shouting to us..."

Yarebin put his left hand on his head, tapping his head gently with five fingers in turn, and then said with a distressed look: "This voice sounds so familiar."

Tarta looked at Yalebin and said loudly: "What's going on?"

Yarebin said with a distressed look: "It's a very familiar voice, but I can't remember who it is. I must have communicated with him, but it's not a very familiar voice."

"Antoine! If you are still a man, come out to me. If you don't come out, I will throw a big bomb inside. Come out, you bastard, come out!"

With a cry full of hatred, Gao Yang couldn't help but said: "Which one of you is Antoine?"

Yarebin frowned and said with a sudden look on his face: "I know who he is!"

Gao Yang couldn't help but said again: "Which one of you is Antoine?"

Rozstowski, who was not far from Gao Yang, whispered: "Antoine is our teammate, but he is dead. He has been dead a long time ago."

Yarebin slapped his thigh and said loudly: "I remembered his name, Brian, he is Brian!"

Grevatov said loudly: "Brian? Is that the Brian who was made a fool by Antoine? Isn't he dead long ago?"

Yarebin stood up and said with a smile: "Obviously he is not dead, okay, I will go and talk to him."

"Son of a bitch! Antoine, come out! Come out for the last ten seconds, or I will fire, for the last ten seconds!"

Yarebin walked to the door with a cane and said in a high and low voice: "Hello? You don't have to do this, right?"

Yarebin smiled and said: "It's okay. I know what he wants. He will never kill me. Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Yarebin suddenly shouted: "Brian! I'm out."

Gao Yang swallowed, and then saw Yalebin standing next to him, his whole body completely exposed at the door.

Stopping at the door, Yarebin said loudly: "Hey, Brian, remember me? We've met before."

No one fired, and Yarebin was still standing there. Gao Yang couldn't help but peeked out, and then found an old man standing at the gate of the yard. His hair had almost fallen out, and there was only a little hair around his head. Slightly fatter, holding a loudspeaker in one hand, he stood at the door equally unscrupulously.

Brian looked at Yarebin, then he suddenly waved his hand and said with hatred: "I guess it's you, it turns out it's you old sons of bitches! Black Devil, aha, Black Devil, look I knew it was you just by looking at your damn backs. Listen, old man, I'm not interested in you. I want Antoine. If you tell me he's not here, haha, then you all go to hell!"

Yarebin sighed, and then said loudly: "Brian, I know what you want, so I want to tell you, you must be interested in me, because Antoine is dead, and the only answer you want is I know that I am the last person who can give you the answer." (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit m.

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