Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 65 Chapter 065 Method? Pray

This is the misfortune of that team, but it is a good opportunity for Link to earn energy points.

He quickly came to a window on the second floor, a few meters away from the street, and he held up his gun in the window, including the muzzle, which was indoors, waiting patiently.

The two ogres who were falling behind soon ran from the south, and they were about to rush past the window and chase to the north.

Three consecutive shots were launched.

Da Da Da!

With the sound of gunshots resounding from a few hundred meters away from time to time, the low jet noise is difficult to distinguish.

The heads of the two ogres exploded and they were planted towards the ground. The corpse disappeared silently before it touched the ground.

The street in front of the window was quiet again.

Only the 38 energy points just arrived, so unpretentious and boring.

The five ogres rushed past again, and again with a slight click, and the two ogres that had been pulled disappeared again.

The ogre in front seemed to hear a little noise, and turned his head to look: Well, it seemed that the ogre was following him just now?

But there was gunfire from a distance, and its brain was not enough for such difficult thinking, so it turned around and continued to run.

Link let out a sigh of relief: Take a risk, but it is necessary.

You need to search for monsters more time in the periphery, and you can only come to the vicinity of the city if you don’t want to waste time, and every attack here is a risk.

With his strength at an absolute disadvantage, in addition to minimizing the risk, he must not hesitate to do it.

This time he was forced to leave home, will he be forced into desperation next time?

In a cruel environment, the safe and evasive way of doing things in the previous life can only be relegated to the second line. In this life, it is fierce and direct, and the habit of doing everything is dominant.

Ten minutes later, he evacuated with more than 300 energy points from the window ambush, and chased in the direction of the previous team.

Chasing the tail and poking the chrysanthemum is always one of the best plans for a sneak attack.

If someone comes out to stand up against it, of course he can’t waste the other person’s kindness.

Save people? This is impossible.

Nowadays, the hordes of gun teams in Chicago have less than one percent chance of being a good guy, and he doesn’t need his cheap sympathy.

After working out a kilometer, Link frowned: No one is there anymore? This unscientific.

The team’s route was guided by gunfire, and he couldn’t follow it wrong.

But along the way, he only saw blood-stained slaughterhouses everywhere, proving that more than a hundred people died in these four places, but… didn’t even leave a gun?

More than a hundred people died, and all their guns could be recovered, or did these people have no guns at all? Why do so many people come out without guns and die?

Link had some bad speculations about the scene of the incident.

Although he knew that something would happen sooner or later, he never thought it would be so early and on such a large scale.

For most normal people, it is not surprising to kill two or three people under excitement.

But sending hundreds of people to death in a planned way is definitely not something normal people can do.

Going around the slaughter field where monsters gathered, Link searched the trail of the team, found the bullet shell left not long ago, and followed it.

In the two-story apartment building in North Chicago, the atmosphere is depressing.

Many Chicago swat team members and police officers whispered, and their expressions were not very good.

Many people in the cell on the first floor were crying quietly.

Five big Bala went out with more than 200 people, but only more than 40 people came back, and the originally crowded room became more spacious.

Several people were beaten up by irritable police officers because they cried too loudly. The volume and number of people crying at this moment will definitely be doubled.

Stubby reluctantly comforted his wife and son, and approached Lowther, who was next to him, and asked very quietly, “What? It will definitely be our turn next time.”

Lowther trembled and looked pale.

His brain is really clever, but just now nearly two hundred people were abandoned and driven out of the car, leaving the scene of ogres biting and eating, which is beyond the psychological tolerance of normal people.

In fact, the middle-aged Stubby is not much better.

The only difference is that he looked away early and fixed the heads of his wife and children so that they didn’t let them see that scene.

Therefore, his family did not directly see the vomiting like Lowther and Cod.

After taking a deep breath for a long time, Lauther said in an angry tone: “How do I know? There are too many monsters and the slivers are too cruel, and they didn’t give us a chance to escape.”

Stubby sighed droopingly.

He didn’t know the answer, he was just thinking that this good-minded Mexican boy could give himself a little hope.

But this is clearly beyond Lowther’s ability.

After a long silence, Lauser said dullly, “Are you religious?”

Stubby was stunned and nodded: “My whole family are Christians.”

Lowther: “Then pray to God, I hope she can save us lost lambs.”

Stubby smiled bitterly: Indeed, there seems to be only this that I can do now.

Lauser held his hands in front of his chest and prayed silently in his heart: “Mother, may you cast down the boundless sacred power to cleanse these sinful rules. If I can go out alive, I will pray on time in the future, and I will never lie this time.”

…

In the temporary conference hall on the second floor, more than a dozen people were divided into two sides, arguing with each other in low voices.

The two who really called the shots did not speak.

One is the gray-haired, thin white old man Boll in his fifties, and the former deputy sheriff of the Chicago Police Department (three stars).

The other is a strong white middle-aged Opie about 40 years old, a former Chicago swat team captain and assistant police chief (two stars).

The two were still colleagues until Bull blasted the head of Chief Sheriff Marcus who had mutated into an ogre the day before yesterday.

Now he has become the leader of this group of police officers and swat players.

Bull stared at Opie on the opposite side of the table, and Opie stared at his finger, watching it swipe across the table.

After a long time, Buhl coughed slightly.

Several people from the Chicago Police Department shut up and waited for him to speak.

The Chicago swat player on the opposite side yelled for several seconds, and then stopped when he found that the opponent didn’t respond.

Bull waited for the room to be quiet before he said, “Opie, why didn’t you rush in just now, but just retreat? We almost succeeded.”

Opie raised his eyebrows: “Oh? What you said almost made us die in it.”

Bull: “You are dead, what good is it for us?”

Opie retracted his hand, hugged his chest, and leaned back: “I’m dead. It’s good for you, isn’t it?”

Bull was silent for a moment, and shook his head: “We can’t do this internally, otherwise everyone will die in the monster group next time.”

Opie sneered and nodded: “Well, I also think it’s time to choose a person who speaks the words, at least not nearly sending everyone into the monster’s mouth.”

Bull Sharan: “The plan I put forward has also acted together, and the decoys arranged in advance have prevented us from causing any casualties.”