Along with shouts and footsteps, the short firing sounds of the MP5 continued to ring out, and the shells fell to the ground and bounced again. When Wang Ping opened the car door and ran down, he heard a sharp wail suddenly from behind, and the gunfire stopped instantly.
Looking under the car, I found a man lying on the ground with his arms in his arms, his face full of pain. His palm was pierced by a rubber bullet and blood was gushing out.
“Great marksmanship!”
A badger secretly praised, grabbed the strap of the canvas bag, dragged the snatch box with his other paw, and ran into the depths of the dust.
"Fuck, he's over there!"
Hearing the noise caused by a badger, the man who was about to pull the injured person to hide over here shouted loudly, and the others squatted down immediately after they stood up, not daring to show their heads, but just pointed their guns forward across the car body.
"My hands, cover me! Save me!" The man lying on the ground kept wailing.
"Stop yelling and pick up your gun!"
"Bang!" A rubber bullet suddenly hit from the side. The man who had accidentally dodged it because he bent down to change the magazine broke out in a cold sweat and shouted in panic.
"On the left, on the left!"
"Fuck!"
"Where the hell is he!"
"I can't see him!"
Various chaotic shouts were intertwined. In the dust on the northeast side, a slender figure was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a pistol with a silencer, aiming at the position of the Hummer.
About half a minute later, the pistol made a light sound. The moment the rubber bullet was fired from the muzzle, the figure rolled on the ground, stood up and ran to the north. There was another scream in the dust. Less than two seconds after the figure ran away, a bullet hit the place where he had stayed before, and gravel flew everywhere.
Two people beside the Hummer were already injured. One had his palm shot through, and now he was leaning against the car door with a pistol in his other hand, sweating coldly. The other driver, who was originally driving, was now holding his butt and cursing. It can be seen that the location of the wound was a bit tricky, almost hitting the bull's eye.
"The opponent is hiding in the dust and attacking us by surprise. We can't find him at all. Let's think of a solution quickly!" someone shouted anxiously.
"There's only one person. We guard the four directions and shoot if we see anyone!" another person shouted in a deep voice.
At this time, the man holding a Beretta threw away the magazine on the gun, reached for his waist but felt nothing, and hurriedly turned around and opened the back door.
The rear door of the car on the south side was open at this time, but the man didn't care. He leaned his whole body in, and when he was bending down and reaching his hand towards the back floor, he was stunned.
"Shit! Who has the magazine?"
"The magazine? Isn't it in the car?"
"It's in the car! Inside the canvas bag!"
"Fuck! Our ammunition has been stolen!"
"Walter?"
“Bang!”
There was another light sound, and the man who was lying in the car door screamed and hurriedly got into the car. The calf that was exposed before was now bleeding profusely, and a rubber bullet was embedded in the flesh.
"If we continue like this, we will be wiped out! Why don't we retreat first?" someone suggested loudly.
"Retreat? You coward! They're just rubber bullets. Don't forget how we got in! If we retreat now, the boss will definitely send someone to kill us!"
"Get in the car! He's alone, let's drive over there!"
In a panic, several people opened the nearest car door and got in. The only person who was not injured was the man who had been sitting in the passenger seat. He got into the driver's seat and reached out to touch the place where the car key was originally inserted, but it was empty.
"Where are the car keys?" The man turned around and reached out to the driver in the back seat who had been shot in the buttocks.
"Shit, the key is right there!" The driver, who was kneeling on the back seat, pointed his gun out of the window and said without turning his head.
"Fuck! It's not in the car! Whoever took the key, bring it here quickly!"
“I didn’t take it!”
"Not with me!"
"Oh shit!"
“Bang! Bang!”
Everyone was shouting and shooting outside the car.
"Save some bullets! All our bullets have been stolen!" The man sitting in the driver's seat had just finished speaking when a rubber bullet hit the windshield, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it subconsciously.
"Fuck!"
The man cursed and pounded the seat back, then pulled a dagger from his leg, pried open the instrument cover under the steering wheel, and pulled out a bunch of wires to find the ignition wire.
About 40 meters northeast of the Hummer, a figure wearing a khaki training uniform, goggles and a mask put down the pistol in his hand, pulled out the empty magazine and cursed inwardly.
Ilu's reminders and Luke's questions kept coming from the earphone on one side.
After thinking for a while, the figure stood up and ran westward, bypassing the Hummer and going back to the south, running towards the camouflaged pit where he was hiding. At the same time, he pressed the earphone and replied: "There are 4 people in total, with automatic weapons and strong close combat firepower! Give me some time!"
The cold voice was heard, but was drowned in the wind. In the open space less than 20 meters away from her, a small figure suddenly froze.
Anna quickly ran back to the hiding place, lifted up the canvas-covered bunker under the wind and sand, and crawled in. Inside was a hiding pit that was only big enough for one person to turn around, and there was a backpack.
Anna reached out and opened her backpack, took out less than half a box of rubber bullets, and quickly pressed them into the empty magazine.
Outside the soldier hiding cave, the wind blew the canvas, making a rustling sound, and occasionally there was the sound of clods of soil rolling across the ground.
Not knowing who said what on the radio, Anna frowned and said coldly: "I know! As long as they choose to retreat, I won't chase them!"
The two magazines were full, and after thinking for a while, Anna simply took the remaining bullets and stuffed them into the side pocket of her pants, turned around, lifted the canvas camouflage, stepped on the edge of the pit and ran out. But just as her body was about to stick out of the hole, the place she was standing on suddenly flipped up.
"thump!"
A badger saw a familiar figure coming out of the soldier's hiding cave, stepped on the gun box he had secretly placed at the door, and threw it heavily to the ground.
Wang Ping: …
"I said I didn't mean it, do you believe me?"
"What?"
Anna sat up from the ground, turned around with a look of surprise, and was suddenly stunned when she saw the long black box under her feet.
Raising her hand to open the box and seeing the sniper rifle inside, Anna subconsciously pressed the headset and asked, "Sama, have you been here?"
"No." Sama's voice came from the headset, and it seemed to be accompanied by Ilu's shouting: "The visibility is so low, I don't want to get hit by a stray bullet."
"strangeness…"
Anna muttered, then looked down at her pistol, then at the sniper rifle in the box, decisively put the pistol back on her waist, and began to assemble the sniper rifle.
"good girl!"
Wang Ping was standing behind the canvas bag he was dragging, hiding less than five meters from Anna. Because he was too small, he was not afraid of being seen. However, the badger got carried away and squinted his eyes and lay on the bag in front of him, pressing down the things inside.
“Crack!”
There was a metallic clanging sound between the pistol and the magazine.
Anna stopped what she was doing, then reached out and pulled out the pistol from her waist, stood up and walked towards this side with her back bent.