Wolf Barrel 5.56

Arrive upstairs.

Carefully fought one room at a time, but no one was in any room.

Apparently, we're all solidified in the back room.

At this point I removed the suppressor because it no longer makes sense.

Warheads also change from fragile to normal.

The M4A1 equipment was...... still rejected.

I am not trained in CQB (Melee Combat) so I cannot quickly retrieve M4A1, which is as small as 80 cm, in a narrow area. Besides, the hallway is' deliberately 'filled with obstacles, such as wood and wax, which can really hit the tip and elbow of the gun.

This obstacle would be a stumbling block during an enemy attack.

Eventually, I decided I should use the Beretta I was used to.

In the magazine pouch on the left leg, set two 9mm magazines.

The number of bullets in the gun is nine, including the bullet in the pharmacy.

The number of bullets equipped in the leg is 16 rounds at 8x2.

Twenty-five shots in total.

Four bandits indoors.

Concentration is no culmination.

It's all right.

I'll put a piece on you in an instant.

In the form of a back wall, I approached the door of the boss's room and knocked with the back of my left hand.

Concon...... Concon con.

"Get in."

A wild voice can be heard from the indoor.

Keep hitting me like this, all at once!

I grabbed the door knob with my left hand and tried to move my body explosively, the next moment,

"Huh!?

I remembered a war like an ice-cold stab in my spine.

My ear detects an abnormal noise in the room. Shit, I don't know what it is, but no!

I rushed away from the door. [M]

At the same time, without any foretaste, the door suddenly opened to jump.

If I had stood in the front, I would have hit him hard in the face.

Beyond the door, a big man stood with his axe upstairs, and at the same time the door opened, he shook it down straight. But the axe cut the sky.

Because I had already withdrawn from the wall. [M]

Stiff as a salary scale, look over here.

I fixed a gunshot in the man's head and blew it up in one shot.

The contents of my head splash in the hallway.

I was fooled by a watchman at the earthen pit. [M] The number of those knocks is a trap. I'm glad I let you drive, but if I was caught off guard, I'd be the one with the cracked head.

The unintentional hit failed.

Besides, I got wounded.

One of the men in the room threw a knife at me when I tried to attack him through the door.

One hair at a time, I was spared a direct blow because I could pull my head in, but because I was showing too much face, I was slashed right cheek meat.

In an instant my neck stains with raw, warm blood.

"... no"

Eat up your teeth and suffer the pain.

I have improved pain tolerance and this pain. What would have happened without the title?

I held my back against the wall, grabbed my gun indoors and pulled the trigger without setting a target.

I don't feel like I hit it.

If the enemy comes out now, we can't deal with it, so we're just shooting restraint.

Load a spare magazine and sprinkle another eight rounds rampantly.

I think desperately, feeling the recoil in my right hand.

What to do, what to do, what to do.

Summon the barrier. The M4A1 is narrow through the door. First, recover. But the knife.

Damn!!!

It hurts too much to combine my thoughts well.

Simpler.

The moment I ate the knife, I saw the chills indoors, but the other men also had throwing knives. The next time I get my face out the door, it's a skewer.

Load the last spare magazine.

Come on, what are we gonna do?

Gongly hits the back of the head against the wall to drive the frustration out of the brain.

Then a parallax and fragments spilled out of the dirt wall.

(- Right!)

In my head, a vicious idea came to mind.

I hung a safety device on Beretta M92F and plugged it into my belt, summoning a new gun.

From the green vortex, the silver monster reveals its full content.

The name of the gun is "S&WM500".

Slower weight than Beretta M92F.

The barrel size is four inches. Five loads.

A phantom fang bigger than my pinky, called a 50-calibre magnum bullet, is stuck in a thick cylinder.

I'll put my ear on the wall and explore the position of the man on the other side.

All right, there you go.

Looking for a position, I set my sights over the wall.

Grab the S&WM 500, stick your hands out, and take a mid back position. Unlike Beretta, it's a shooting position to reduce recoil more.

And I imagined a man across the wall, hitting the trigger.

The next moment, in my hand, there was a small explosion.

A large amount of firing gas leaked out of the cylinder.

That was a tighter shock than when Beretta erupted.

A violent recoil strikes my hands. [M]

Pain as if he had been beaten with a bat, flat of his protruding hand.

And paralysis like they flushed low frequencies.

He couldn't contain the recoil of what he had shot in the forward leaning position, leaning back and hitting his back hard on the crotch placed in the hallway. Eh.

My hands are numb and I'm about to drop my pistol anyway.

The recoil was intense, but the power was more than that.

The dirt wall had a hole as big as a watermelon, and a magnum bullet hit one of the people who was indoors.

"Ghahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

A confused voice echoes from indoor to hallway. That's not the voice of the bomb victim.

It is the voice of those who watched beside.

The 50-calibre magnum bullet hit between one man's clavicle and his clavicle.

The vicious bullet blew up meat and bones like an implanted grenade exploded around the man's neck, further pulling it up and down from around the neck, slamming the top of it to the ceiling with blood scattered.

As a result, the interior became a sea of blood in an instant.

Seeing that at close range, one must have been confused.

Two left.

I switched the S&WM 500 to Beretta as soon as I got back from the recoil impact, and at the same time, I took the oil lamp from the next room. While on the move, a throwing knife hits me from the big hole I made with the S&W M500.

I'm glad I kept my head down, but I felt something hot on my back.

Is it shallow and torn? But if you get hurt like that, I'll be happy to take it.

This is the payback.

I threw an oil lamp indoors through the door.

And I rolled it on the floor, aiming at it with the Beretta M92F.

I couldn't get my arm paralyzed and it wasn't an exact shot, but one of the four rounds landed in the oil tank.

The tank bursts and at the same time the spark ignites the fuel.

Viscous flames scattered indoors.

A man who was right next to him runs around the room, bathing in a burning oil and giving him an interrupter. The moment I see that fire-mounted man through the door, I knock two shots into my chest and stab Todome.

Now I've got three men.

There's only one left.

The moment I thought so, I heard a burst and something peeling off.

What the fuck?

Then the sound of the glass breaking. Shit, I thought.

We're gonna run outside!

I rushed out the door to check the room with only the right eye of my face.

Shit, he's not here!

He quickly jumped indoors, jumped the flames to avoid them, and rushed over to a perforated window.

Running into the dark night, trying to shoot him through the back.

And I found out how diverse I was.

The moment I stood at the end of the window, I felt signs swell up from my left side.

I look at you reflexively.

There was a 'half-baked' big man's body, standing alone.

No, no.

Someone was hiding in the shadow of the body.

Huh!?

I reflexively summon a liotto shield around my left shoulder.

From the corpse, a man appears with a fierce light in his eyes.

Axe in its hand. Iron torso on the body.

The man swings the axe down at a squeaky speed.

The blade approaching in the orbit of the jaw was received with a single hair and a liot-shield of about size A3. However, the momentum cannot be stopped because it is not anchored on an incomplete summons.

As he was struck with a hammer, the impact hit him directly over the shield on his left shoulder.

The sound of crushing dead branches rings in your body.

The sound and pain showed that my left shoulder joint was broken.

My left hand feels gone.

"Ohhhhh!!!

I raise my voice and try to complete the barrier that I summoned, even though I broke my attitude.

At the same time, point a gun at a man and shoot him.

But it doesn't hit. The aim is too cluttered. The bullet flows to a place of misunderstanding.

Besides holding open in two shots.

Oh, shit. I was shooting you before you broke into the room!

Not good!

Moments smell of death in the back of my nose.

Where I'm upset, a man's pursuit strikes.

When the man put the soles of his feet on the barrier, he kicked them with a knockout procedure.

About half a second of floating.

My body, weighing about 60 kg, swimmed in low altitude and crashed against the wall from my back.

My spine snaps.

Strike your hips hard.

The broken left shoulder breaks even more.

He collapsed to the floor with a buttock-poking attitude.

The man connects to the kicking motion and tries to swing the axe down on me.

As I almost scream in pain, I kick the crate of wine that happened to be at my feet into the foot of a man trying to swing his axe down.

Naturally, there's no way a man would stop at something like that.

Furthermore, I threw the missing Beretta in the face of a man and allowed him to snap his wrist.

"Whoa!?

The man also reacts to this, bending his body exaggerated and avoiding Beretta.

The reaction is huge.

Naturally.

There's no way I wouldn't be surprised if a chunk of iron in an unknown shape was thrown in my face.

Close range.

At this distance, I was able to earn a blank of two seconds.

A fierce grin blooms on his sweaty, wet face.

You know what?

See what I can do in less than two seconds.

A new Beretta M92F was held in my right hand when the man tried to move into an offensive posture again.

Ammo is full.

The pharmacy is also packed with the first bullet.

The double action mechanism mounted on the beretta only needs to hit the trigger deep after, as long as there is a bullet in the medicine room.

Keep your ass cake on, squeeze the trigger toward the man.

Between me and the man, a line was drawn.

The line hit the man's torso. The warhead decided with sparks of iron plates scattered, breaking into the interior.

The warhead, which just devoured the man around his stomach, weakened momentum as it was, breaking his ribs, and cleaving the external intercostal muscles that filled between his ribs, and crushing part of his stomach to stop the momentum.

"Whoa, whoa!

I scream and keep hitting the trigger.

Gakkkkkkkkkkkkk! and the sound of the beast chewing up iron chunks.

Sparks scatter in abundance.

Fire powder fell into my pants, burned and made a number of small black dots.

Four shots were fired and all four were hit in the man's abdomen.

And every one of them destroyed the man's interior.

The man, who was in a forward leaning position, glanced back big and took a few steps. And I sat down with Dosun on the chair that was there by chance. Had it not been for the chair, it would have been a dangerous step upside down.

……

……

I feel it every few minutes, a moment of silence.

Gunshots woodspring indoors.

There's a bee and fire blowing up in the middle of it.

On my left, the furniture is lit and the fire is gaining momentum.

On the right is a broken window from which the night breeze is blowing in.

And on the front is a dying man.

I was just a little lost, pointing the gun at me. [M]

What do we do with the keys?

Like interrogation, that's dangerous.

If you show a gap even for a moment, the man will make his last attack.

I see that I have one more round of strength left.

With that in evidence, the man holds the axe tight.

Greasy sweat tells her cheeks and falls off her chin.

... Ouch, no more, no more.

Enough with the keys. Kill the man now and forcefully destroy the handcuffs with a pistol. If the hostages get hurt at that time, you can cure them. That's enough. My shoulders and cheeks hurt too much, I'm at my limit now.

The moment I wanted to end this dangerous and extreme situation quickly.

I opened my mouth as a man drowned his blood.

"... listen... okay?

Not good.

I'll kill you now.

But with my aim set on the man's face, I waited for the next word.

"Yes, now... if it's a misrill alloy... I could have prevented it, huh?

I thought I was buying time, but no. I felt it was a pure question.

I didn't move my gaze, I pulled my chin small.

The man who saw it had a strange look on his sweaty face.

"Really...? In this place, I sold my pride... they paid my ass..."

A man's chair to sit on.

From those four legs, more than a doth black liquid conveys, making a blood pond on the floorboard.

While I confirm it at the edge of my sight, I lay down my gun without alarm.

... what the hell, this wasted time.

Even though the firehand adds momentum and the nerves are sharpened with pain.

What am I waiting for?

I expect a man to pull the trigger. [M]

What? What?

Eventually, the man pinched something in his ear with his left hand and threw it at me.

I'm gonna draw a parabola and fly in. That was the key.

On the floor, charin and a cool metal noise.

"... lose, it's... take it"

Say, the man laughed.

The grin lifted the facial expressions by force alone, it was spectacular.

The man keeps savoring the pain of hell, but he doesn't try to give me the look of "pain". And admit to losing from yourself. It was a man's will, not to discourage the person who was going to kill himself.

- Clean.

This man is not the same scumbag who is exposed to unusual death around him.

A warrior. That's what I'm sure of.

That's why I opened my mouth.

"May I have your first name?

The man also responds constantly to his breath.

"In the meantime... let me name you... give me, are you coming?

"Yes," he said, turning his sincere expression.

"I'd like to inscribe on my chest the name of the first warrior I killed."

"... that's an honor."

The man tilted his body to the right and his breath constantly said.

"I am... Kannibal Land -, no, the leader of the bandit Buzz... Buzz Holminov"

"Okay. Buzz Holminov"

"Oh, me too... let me hear it. What's your name... what?

Belonging to Salla's guild, it is the worship true enlightenment of adventurers.

That's what I tried to say, I stopped.

You don't, I smiled bitterly and said the name in my chest.

"My name is Shinji."

This is Samurai from Japan.

"Ogami... Shingo..., Nihon's Samurai, oh, my God."

No, with his earthy face, Buzz shrugged like a rumor.

The fire burned all the way to the wallpaper and gradually the whole indoor was enveloped by orange flames.

My left cheek is hot as it is broiled in hot air.

But it doesn't move.

The muzzle won't let go with the buzz caught.

In the vortex of flames we stared.

Eventually, they nod at each other and stand up at the stomach timing.

I push my back and stand up. [M]

Buzz stands in such a way that he clings to the back of the chair.

It's the last moment.

I turned off Beretta, unplugged the "S&WM500" I had placed on my belt, and woke the iron strike with my right thumb. I can't use my left hand, so I have to shoot him with one hand. My left shoulder screams just standing up. I chewed it down my back teeth.

Beretta would be better off given the risks.

But this is the only way to do it in this situation.

This is a 'will' entrusted to me by the old couple.

That's why I chose this.

Take it, Buzz Holminov.

"Yes, let's go, Ogami..."

"Yes."

Nod firmly.

Once, Buzz exhaled a large amount of blood and breathed in with a perforated lung.

And he showed me such an explosion, like the last moment the candle disappeared.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

When Buzz roared, I went for it. [M]

In an almost falling position, he squeezes his full power and tries to wield his last blow as a warrior buzz.

I targeted the center of the buzz's torso and squeezed the trigger.

A monstrous gunshot sounds like blowing out a flame.

The bullet buzz blew backwards, as if it had frontally collided with a light vehicle, colliding against the wall. Large amounts of flesh and blood were splashed from behind, carved on one side of the wall, in a distorted pattern. It also looked like a spectacular grave mark.

Buzz was an instant death.

And I'm sorry it wasn't safer to shoot you.

He leaned backwards the same way in recoil, hitting the crushed shoulder even harder with the wall.

It was painful enough to scream anyway.

But I can't be guzzled.

Faster than the fire turns, I have to free my brother Anton and get out.

I left the room, picking up the keys and healing the wounds, with my sore vision.