Conan Dressed As Gin

Driving the car fast, Shan Heqing glanced at the equipment on the co-pilot and put on the wireless microphone with one hand.

One more street ahead, it's time to reach the building in the organization's A area.

"Spread around." He ordered with a sneer, "Let them see."

"—The taste of bullets." Chianti stretched his voice, and an excited voice came from the wheat, "Lovely little mice."

Through the rearview mirror, Shan Heqing saw that the cars behind him were all turning left and right on the street. He also did not continue to drive forward, but stopped the car. Climb up to the nearest building with your sniper/sniper/gun.

This distance, he is still confident!

Although there was a reminder in the email, when he actually saw the actual situation through the eyepiece of the sniper/sniper/gun... Shan Heqing was still surprised.

The first to fifth floors of the organization's building are all normal stores, and there are many members of the organization working in disguise as normal people. The sixth to thirteenth floors and the first to third floors are the organization bases, including training grounds and laboratories.

Now he sees through the eyepiece on the fifth floor of the building, which is chaotic.

There were the police, and there were ordinary people who were panicking and crying. Because the police force was not enough, the scene could not be appeased at all.

The sixth floor has been occupied by a group of foreigners with guns, guarding all over the place. On the seventh floor was a group of people fighting against foreigners. The flames were spitting/spitting. The battle was fierce. It was very difficult to organize the people on this side to resist, and they almost retreated.

And the number of rebels/parties... is indeed a lot.

He thought to himself, and he had already fired a quick shot in his hand.

At a distance of less than 600 yards, he can hit every shot. Chianti and Cohen certainly did the same.

One, two...three!

On the seventh floor, the fight was fierce, with bullets/bombs/shots, and no one noticed that a sound of broken glass would take away a life.

- Must seize the time to take advantage of the present. When they react, sniping/shooting will not work.

Shan Heqing was calm in his heart, as if he had returned to the dream he once had.

"Brother, you have entered the first floor of the building. There are a lot of police here." Vodka said.

"Hmph, we'll deal with the ones upstairs. You guys go down and have a look." Shan Heqing pulled the trigger as he spoke.

-again!

"Understood." Vodka, Bourbon, and Keele answered in a low voice.

—Five, six…seven!

He was happy.

The foreigners on the seventh floor finally sensed something was wrong, shouting loudly and retreating inside. On the other hand, all the members of the organization showed excited expressions.

"I haven't had enough of it yet! I've only killed four people!" Chianti complained loudly.

"Me, three," Cohen said sullenly.

"Chianti, Cohen, you stand by. I'll drive the mice out." Shan Heqing finished speaking, feeling a little nervous. He patted the body armor, held the gun in his pocket, and quickly went downstairs to the organization building.

"learn!"

"Big brother! There are no traitors underground. Everything is fine!" Vodka's voice sounded.

"That's just right. Go upstairs and meet them." Shan Heqing licked his lips nervously, and checked his gun again.

After all... it was the first time he faced such a large-scale melee.

During the melee, if you are not careful, people may be hit by bullets. The body was fine, but it was completely useless after hitting the head.

Shan Heqing knew his skills. Even if he reacts quickly now, he may not be able to protect himself when dozens of people are fighting.

Everything depends on luck. Did God bless him?

Taking one last deep breath, Shan He Chiang Mai went up the stairs leading to the passage, his face became more and more cold and murderous, and he began to meditate:

There are at most thirty-six enemies.

Vodka and Keel are not good at technology, they are soy sauce, and it is estimated that they can kill five at most. Bourbon is okay, if he counts ten at most, then he will kill at least sixteen... or more than sixteen.

sixteen...sixteen...

He's paid off seven kills. It's worth killing seven more lives.

...he can't die first. At least sixteen should be killed and then say something else!

A bloodthirsty cold flashed across Shan Heqing's eyes, and the blood all over his body began to boil.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the grenade of "Stumbling on Summer, Slightly Cool"!

Thanks "zr" for the mines!

Thanks for the "what" mine!

Thanks for the "white sugar" mine!

Thanks for the "thousand miles" of mines!

Thanks for the mines of "Slaughter Sheng"!

BOSS: GIN, the task of guarding the base is up to you.

Shan Heqing: ...six to fifty, excuseme?

Feeling drained. After writing another chapter, I feel that I can't squeeze any more inspiration. This chapter is so reluctant to write, I will only write this one today.