Chapter 779 Specialties

On the long street, gunshots continued to ring out.

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

The Yakuza who were fighting in one place turned around in shock, unable to believe what they saw and unable to understand what happened.

When the gate to hell opens, hordes of evil spirits will return to the human world like this, right?

Wearing iron clothes, holding a sword in his hand, his head is ferocious, and he has stepped on a pool of blood under his feet.

Spread death.

Guards built for war strolled along the streets, slowly raising the assault rifles in their hands, aiming at the massacre target in front of them, and pulling the trigger.

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

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

Cruelly and accurately, the fleeing people were forced into the alley, and then the array separated. The executive's leather boots stepped on the wreckage under his feet, and the flamethrower hanging in his hand lit up with flames.

Lift up slowly.

Dazzling flames burst out.

In the tragic scream, everything was swallowed up.

Then, the chariots and queues continued forward, leaving only ruins behind them.

In the flames, those rolling and wailing people gradually became motionless. Only the flames still danced playfully, climbing on the scorched earth...

The slaughter has 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 Wakashi Group's territory.

The dilapidated factory building has been neglected for more than ten years. Weeds are growing everywhere in the empty courtyard, and countless amounts of garbage have been thrown in through the fence.

Sewage flows across the river.

The barbed wire fence in the corner had long been cut, and someone had built a basketball court here. But now those players have long disappeared.

The cozy corner that was once filled with laughter has been destroyed by the heavy rain.

Huai Shi raised her hand and pulled off the broken iron chain on the door. She wanted to open the door, but found that the door could not be opened at all. Behind the thin door panel that had been eaten by insects, there was a mess. It turned out to be a thick layer of steel.

Behind the rusty surface, there are several different layers of steel, as if they had already grown in the ground. Only the keyhole underneath, covered by layers of iron plates, still looks like new.

"Do you want to go to such trouble?"

Huai Shi frowned, inserted the strange-shaped key into it tightly, and twisted her wrist forcefully.

Then a low friction sound sounded from the mezzanine behind the door, and the small sounds continued, and finally turned into a loud bang.

The ground shook.

Just behind Huai Shi, the members of the Paper Holding Group retreated in shock. They saw the warehouse in front of them begin to shake violently, as if the giant was about to pull out its already rooted feet from the earth and support its tired body again.

Countless dust was flying from the light rain.

Under the gloomy sky, dim lights lit up above the silent door. Then, with Huai Shi's push, the half-meter-thick steel door slowly opened, revealing the darkness behind it.

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

Huaishi froze on the spot.

Eyes widened in disbelief.

Right in front of him, in the huge space behind the door, lights turned on silently, illuminating every inch of the corner, the narrow aisles that were almost impossible for people to pass, and the people who couldn't wait to make full use of every inch of space. Dense shelves.

There are also guns on the shelves.

arms.

The entire warehouse is filled with ammunition.

Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, squad machine guns... grenades, shock bombs, mines, explosives, and even shoulder-mounted rocket launchers hanging all over the wall...

Mountains of ammunition boxes took up most of the space, and the terrifying reserves sufficient to carry out a modern war were right in front of him.

In the dead silence, Huaishi was stunned.

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

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

Does everyone have any misunderstandings about quantifiers?

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

Huai Shi laughed softly, stepped into it, took off the pistol from the shelf, and then carefully and conscientiously pressed the bullets smeared with curing oil into the magazine one by one.

"What are you still doing?"

He turned back, looked at those dull faces, and smiled happily: "Get ready to deliver the goods, everyone, just like you deliver wine."

"Our counterattack hasn't started yet—"

Fifteen minutes later, under the heavy rain, the lights of the Waizhigumi's convoy once again illuminated the dark world. Trucks loaded with arms roared and sped away in all directions.

Go to every organization and chapter on the Alliance Registration List.

With early Christmas gifts.

Arms that are as free as beer cannot bring people happiness or happiness, they 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, and protect everything you have.

It’s up to you!

When the heavy truck broke through the fierce exchange of fire outside, smashed into the outer wall, spun all the way, and stopped in front of Akasaki, Akasaki almost punched the driver's face away.

"Yamashita!!! You bastard!" Akasaki roared angrily: "We finally repaired the wall...what on earth are you doing!"

"deliver goods."

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

The broken carriage slowly opened.

In the overturned box, countless shaking bullets flowed out from the gaps, and the bright copper light reflected his dull face.

"Hey! Where did you get it?"

Akasaki bent down, grabbing the bullet that was almost submerged in the instep of his foot. He was dazed and almost thought he was hallucinating. Before he could react, the person behind him pushed him away.

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

Yuriko Ochiai stretched out her hand with satisfaction, checked the quality of the firearm, raised her head and asked, "Where did Atsuto Ochichi go?"

Yamashita wiped the blood from his face and looked towards the place where the fire was brightest in the distance: "Boss, he should have gone over there, right?"

"It's really troublesome when a man like this goes crazy. If you can survive, let's all drink together again..."

Ochiai Yuriko shook her head, pulled the gun bolt, and her expression became grim: "Why are you still standing there, Akasaki, don't you know how to work! Yamashita, go to the back to rest first, it's safer there."

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

He said, "If it's convenient, could someone help me put some gas in?"

In the brief silence, Ochiai Yuriko looked up at him, and then at the dilapidated truck in front of her that was already a miracle without a slump. She turned around and said, "Here, give him my truck."

Ten minutes later, as the garage door opened, the fully bulletproof Hummer roared like a monster opening its eyes, and its car lights lit up with blazing light.

After breaking through the fence, he rushed into the violent storm again.

Rushed into the deepest part of the storm.

In the entire inner circle of Tamba, at this moment, countless vehicles, motorcycles and even bicycles, loaded with iron light, flowed out from the gate of the Waishi-gumi group and spread in all directions.

It was like a dying heart beating hard again.

Inject the power of resistance into everything that is dying.

And just on the dead road, in front of the armored vehicle advancing straight, the cruel headlights illuminated the figure at the end, as well as the blood gradually spreading under his feet.

Stepping on the shoulder of the struggling soldier, the ferocious figure raised his head and showed his handsome face towards them.

Casually, pull the trigger.

Amidst the flying plasma, the mutilated body no longer struggled.

"Is everyone okay?"

Huai Shi raised her head, wiped the rain off her face, and smiled at the massacre team in front of her: "I'm sorry to have come a long way and missed something so far."

“Next, enjoy the local hospitality,” he said.

As he spoke, he threw away the assault rifle in his hand and took off a... grenade launcher from his waist.

The smile became brighter and brighter.

Violence and death are specialties of the inner circle of Tamba, and you must taste them——

At that moment, a low muffled sound burst out from his hand, the rain falling on the gun rolled up, and a dark afterimage roared out against the rain of bullets.

It hit the chariot!

In an instant, Ramses's anger erupted from this foreign territory again, and the alchemical fuel mixed with the source of matter burst out with blazing light, engulfing everything around him.

The crazy rising temperature burned the bulletproof armor into mud. Then, the hot metal vapor spread in all directions along with the evaporating rain and storm wind, shrouding more than a dozen massacres in it.

Then another shot, a third shot, a fourth shot...

Until everything in front of you is swallowed up.

Bring destruction upon the head of the destroyer.

Surrounded by flames and shocks, tragic screams erupted, no different from those who died.

Only a scarlet signal flare rose into the sky and exploded, attracting attention from all directions.

Amid the roar that was rapidly approaching, Huai Shi lowered his head, and the forging furnace between his five fingers lit up with fire again, and brand-new high-explosive bombs emerged out of thin air one after another and were loaded into them.

He raised his head again and walked towards the direction where the enemy was coming, towards the next place.

"The war has begun, everyone."

He looked down at the enemies who were dozens or hundreds of times his own, stared at the twitching faces under the masks, and asked softly: "Are you ready?"