"Where is he?" A hooligan with a black star in his hand shouted to a companion beside him.
"Who knows? Keep your fucking gun low and don't point it at me! Be careful!" the old man said nervously.
"Ah! Come out, bastard! Your mother is forcing you to be a coward! Do you dare to come here and take the lead?" A hooligan shouted loudly, but he was the only one in the huge factory building who was cursing his mother. It was eerily quiet all around.
There was no way, everyone could only split up and search inward along the paths between various machines. A total of 40 hooligans were divided into 40 groups and walked inward together from all directions.
They were just the vanguard. Outside the factory building, there were an equal number of gunmen guarding the front and rear doors, but one or two miniature submachine guns could already be seen in their hands.
The hide-and-seek game is still going on in the factory. A hooligan walks through a long conveyor belt with a pistol in hand. Without any warning, a chef's knife sticks out from under the conveyor belt, as precise as a surgeon. severed the Achilles tendon.
The two companions next to him rushed over immediately, only seeing the hooligan wailing on the ground, but no sign of Shen Ming.
The bright red blood on the ground seemed to spread around, and a hooligan at the head of the plane patted his companion. With sharp eyes and quick hands, he saw a string of bloody footprints on the ground, extending right behind the thin hatch of the opposite machine.
"Kill him!" The head of the plane greeted his companions to aim at the hatch! bump! bump! Shooting frantically, the bullets scattered sparks and craters broke out, and the bullets of the two of them were all shot empty in an instant.
The smoking cabin door was barely pierced, and the dazed two remembered to change the magazines, but the cabin door had already been kicked open, and Shen Ming waved two hammers, hitting their foreheads and hands. The two hooligans clutching the clips fainted to the ground.
This group of idiots obviously watched too many movies, and they really thought that bullets could pierce through everything, and simply judged the penetration ability of bullets based on their thickness.
Completely forgetting the kinetic energy of lead bullets and pistols, they are so powerless in the face of steel plates, even if they are only 3mm steel plates.
Shen Ming casually turned on the power distribution switch behind him, and all the machines in the factory started to move. The sound was abnormally noisy for a while, and many hooligans were so frightened that they even shot.
Shen Ming walked through the rumbling machines, and quietly touched behind the gunman, a Wang Mazi brand chef's knife cut through the fragile flesh, like a knife cutting a cow.
Shen Ming could always cut off their tendons accurately, usually with only 4 knives, a vicious hooligan would fall to the ground, twitching and unable to move. These guys are still naturally dumb, and they will turn their heads to look at them if they make any noise. Shen Ming is so cut that he wonders if these guys are meat pigs with pistols
The sound of machinery, gunshots, and screams in the huge processing factory continued for 10 minutes. The screams turned into wailing, and the gunshots stopped. Only the sound of machinery continued.
Shen Ming stood in the center of the factory building, his whole body was covered with other people's blood, and the bulletproof vest on his chest was shot three times from the front, which opened the flower, but he was not injured at all.
The forty gunmen who rushed in were a mix of rookies and veterans, and they deliberately mixed up and down to confuse the public. But this trick is useless to Shen Ming. To him, these guys are noobs no matter they are veterans or novices.
Gangsters train gunmen, and most of them only train shooting skills, because what they have to deal with are mortals, and there is no tactical positioning or coordination. These guys are not dead. If they are still hooligans after their injuries, they will definitely improve a lot, and the mistakes they remember with their bodies are always particularly solid.
"Hey! Is there anyone alive? Call me back!" A rogue's roar came from the walkie-talkie.
"There are a lot of living people, and I'm the only one who can move. What's the matter? Do you want to come and play with me?" Shen Ming replied while collecting bullets from the gunmen, and glued them together with tape.
"Boy, you are awesome. You dare to single-handedly pick our place. I won't kill you today! I'm not called Wang Zhong!" Wang Zhong's voice was trembling.
"You can change your name to bastard. By the way, how fast are your friends with guns outside sprinting 10 meters?" Shen Ming has already tied hundreds of bullets to the Xiaomi power bank.
"What do you mean?" Wang finally was puzzled.
"I promised my assistants not to kill people, but if they make themselves stupid to death, don't blame me." Shen Ming raised the nail gun and shot at the ventilation window on the front, and the glass was blown out. splashed out.
"He's at the main entrance!" The gunmen who stood together outside opened the safety of their guns, and when they were about to shoot, a football-sized metal was thrown out almost in a straight line, and it landed in the middle of the group of gunmen.
"Damn it! It's a bomb!" A knowledgeable gunman yelled, and a group of No. 20 people ran around like crazy. After a full 5-second explosion delay, the fastest guy had already run 20 meters away. .
A veteran is a veteran. When avoiding, they all know to look for solid obstacles, and fat people who can't run fast just run 10 meters and lie down on the ground. There was a loud bang, and the high temperature of the explosion triggered the primer on the surface, and the ground within the explosion radius was plugged.
Accompanied by the sound of the explosion, Shen Ming rushed into the stumbling crowd with a nail gun in one hand.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The continuous shooting of nails knocked the terrified gunmen to the ground, like slaughtering chickens and cows.
The shooters at the back door were on their way, but they clearly couldn't help. When Shen Ming was about to count some useful trophies, there was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the concrete floor in front of his feet, making a crater.
Looking along the trajectory, on a container 200 meters away, a horizontal sniper was pulling his gun to reload. He was using the Mauser 98K, the ace sniper rifle of the German army in World War II.
"The sniper rifle that was almost the highest precision during World War II couldn't hit people at 200 meters when you used it... Hitler knew that he was going to be angry." Shen Ming sighed and picked up a domestically produced 05-type submachine gun on the ground, and opened the menu. The firing mode aimed at the sniper on the container.
The micro punch is against the sniper rifle, and the iron sight is against the optical sight. The sniper himself laughed.
"Fingers are so yellow, old smoker." Shen Ming pulled the trigger first while sighing.
Type 05 has an effective range of 150m to 200m, but that's the numbers. The difficulty of driving a 5.8mm bullet increases geometrically after 150 meters, just like the maximum 300 kilometers on the dashboard of a sports car, but you can only drive to 270 anyway.
However, the moment Shen Ming pulled the trigger, the recoil force of the gun was transmitted along the shoulder to every muscle, tendon, and blood vessel in the back, and instantly reached the Achilles tendon of the leg, and was released into the ground, leaving almost zero residue in the ground. in vivo.
With the firearm in its hands, the impact of recoil on ballistics is negligible.
The bullet directly broke the finger of the sniper who was about to pull the trigger 200 meters away, and he rolled down from the container screaming.
This is by no means a skill bestowed upon him by ten years of Nirvana, but a godlike... body with zero recoil!
Ten years ago, when Shen Ming was brought back to Nirvana Station by Colonel Kaos, everyone looked down on him.
This young man from Asia does not have a strong physique, so he cannot hold a Vulcan cannon; without strong muscles, he cannot kill instantly in close combat; without a genius brain, he cannot decipher the most complicated codes. Just good marksmanship is not enough to gain a foothold in the Nirvana camp, and everyone here can become a qualified sniper with a sniper rifle.
As for killing more? 104 hooligans are just a joke to everyone...
But when Shen Ming participated in the first shooting training class, all the Nirvana practitioners were stunned.
They have never seen such a thing before, the recoil entering Shen Ming's body is like "sodium" falling into water, and quickly decomposes and conducts to escape his body. The firearm in his hand can be fired with a nearly 100% fixed attitude, and the ballistic correction is perfect.
Everyone was as excited as discovering a new toy, constantly testing the limits of his body. Whether it is a pistol, submachine gun, assault rifle, heavy machine gun or anti-material sniper rifle, as long as it is a single shot, his body can perfectly digest the recoil.
The only firearm that can affect his shooting accuracy in a standing position is NTW-20, a 20mm anti-material sniper rifle made in South Africa. This thing can directly shatter the shoulder of the shooter without using a stand.
But when Shen Ming used it, except for a slight decrease in accuracy, there was no damage to the bones.
Everyone started calling his monster-like skills "Zero Recoil Body", but later thought it was too long, referred to as "Zero Body".
"Domestic weapons are good, and they are quite comfortable to use." Shen Ming said, turning the firearm back to the burst, facing the corner of the factory building with a shuttle, and all the gunmen who had just appeared were shot back.
"Hey, One Hand, where are you? You don't want me, I'll come and play with you." Shen Ming greeted on the walkie-talkie.
"Boy, do you think you are invincible?" It was not Wang Zhong who answered Shen Ming, but another deep voice.
"Dongchuan?" Shen Ming guessed.
"The employee cafeteria in the center of the factory area, there is a feeling to come over and challenge." Dong Chuan sneered.
"Wait for me for 5 minutes." Shen Ming dropped the micro-punch in his hand, leaned forward and ran in the direction of the cafeteria, one step at a time.
But at the moment, in the canteen of the chemical plant employees, Dongchuan asked Lin Fan to drag the cage with him, and walked towards the kitchen, "I leave this to you, don't embarrass me anymore. I didn't ask Fang Shiquan to come and see my jokes." of!"
"Obey!" The bald-headed Jesus and Wang Zhong bowed off at the same time, and there were as many as a hundred professional thugs gathered behind them.
In the kitchen, Dong Chuan pressed a button on his watch, and the huge refrigerator moved sideways, revealing a secret passage leading to the underground, and below it was the largest drug production base of Xinliansheng.
"Finally, your hand is broken, let me do it this time." The bald Jesus sneered and put on a pair of titanium alloy knuckles.
"Look at the plaster on your forehead. It looks like you're still seriously ill. Let me do it." Wang Mo stretched out his severed metal hand, and two of his men brought an M60 general-purpose heavy machine gun and hung it directly. On the broken arm metal hook.
"You're paralyzed, the M60 costs 500,000 yuan, and you have used it!" The bald-headed Jesus only felt that the guy next to him was a prodigal king.
"A gun is like a woman, you don't have to know how to use it? Don't worry, I will use it for maintenance and refurbishment, but after killing that bastard!" Wang Zhong pulled the bolt and loaded the belt.