Soap didn’t sigh that the gun stopped, and then a step arrived at the door of the store. He clearly heard the oil drum rolling when it was kicked on the ground-"Bang! Hey! " Two more shots. It’s obviously those men in black who fell to the ground with Noir guns.
"These animals actually know how to mend knives." Soap reached into the gun cabinet and accidentally touched a good thing-"NZ14 defensive Grenade", which is nicknamed "Small Steel Melon" in the military and mercenary circles. This kind of thing looks like a pumpkin and weighs 3.5 kilograms. When it explodes, it will shoot 3,000 prefabricated fragments around it. If there is no bunker, it will definitely be a weapon to end up with the enemy.
"What on earth has this store experienced ….. actually stuffing such things at the cashier counter?" Soap heart couldn’t help whisper.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the wall clock. It was fifteen minutes from the clown’s appointment, and there were ten minutes and ten seconds left.
The footsteps are very close. The heavy rubber-soled boots crushed the glass slag, which made the eardrum extremely uncomfortable … This means that the black man has entered the shop department through the broken glass door.
They are no more than ten meters away from the cashier.
"Try this!"
Soap screwed the "small steel melon" delay fuse to the shortest "one second" position, pulled off the safety pin and threw it out-"boom! ! ！”
In the deafening explosion, all the glass systems in this shop were shattered, and countless pieces of metal flew out all around, cutting down the men in black who entered the shop first like straw, and at the same time, making the shop furnishings and furniture in a mess. The only thing that didn’t disintegrate the furniture was soap hiding in this cashier’s counter.
But with his back against the counter, the soap can still feel the impact of metal fragments nailing the counter, which is like knocking on his eardrum. Thanks to these bulletproof armor plates, it is the real thing. Otherwise, I’m afraid the soap has been beaten into minced meat by dense metal fragments.
The main killing means of "small steel melon" is metal fragments, but the shock wave is not too strong. Therefore, although the explosion distance is very close, the soap is not stunned, but both ears are humming.
"Damn … these bastards don’t know how many died …" Soap didn’t dare to poke his head out to look at the groove at the end of his butt. He hooked up a piece of glass fragments and observed the outside situation with the help of the glass fragments. About seven men in black entered the store. At this time, they all fell to the ground, but no one died. Their bodies all wriggled strangely and seemed to get up from the ground at any time.
"His mother is a group of monsters that can’t be killed!" Soap low scold a way turned and rummaged through the gun cabinet under the table again.
It’s a pity that one of the CQB killers like "Small Steel Melon" is left with some 9mm pistols and a few boxes of bullets. The most powerful weapon in the whole gun cabinet is only one gun butt, which makes the ultra-short barrel short, or 556mm bullets from the old era.
Even the "small steel melon" couldn’t kill the enemy. Soap didn’t expect these guns to have any killing effect on them at all … He picked two grenades from the fittings and threw them at the door of the shop, then hunched over and ran back quickly.
This store is the outermost store with a three-step structure, and then when it enters, it comes to talk about business and see goods. The living room of the shopkeeper is at the farthest side, with a depth of more than 20 meters. The outermost store has won five minutes for soap. If the living room and the living room can be delayed for another five minutes, then he will be finished!
Chapter nine hundred and ninety-three Another team is lucky
Soap ran and conveniently grabbed the furniture department that could be reached around and threw it into the reception room and the aisle of the store, artificially creating a simple roadblock.
The coffee table in the reception room is very thick, and it also has a steel plate sandwich. Although it doesn’t contain Nino alloy bulletproof armor plate like the cashier counter, it is more than enough to stop rifle bullets by thickness alone. It took a lot of effort to overthrow this coffee table and cross your front.
As soon as he put the gun rack on the edge of the tea table, the second batch of men in black had already rushed into the shop. There was a dense gun in the shop, and those sofa tables and chairs that blocked the aisle were directly beaten to powder-there was not much difference between the strength of the imitation wood polymer material and a piece of paper in front of it.
The men in black have never stopped shooting-they are divided into two groups of people who push into the aisle and alternately suppress the fire. Not only that, they make the guns not magazines, but a lot of bullets and drums, which makes the firepower more persistent.
Playing the tea table made the ceramic rock chips splash wildly, and the steel plate interlayer was hit with a dense depression.
Soap still can’t probe to aim at him. He can learn from the "faith shooting" like the black uncle in Africa in the old era to fight back-shrink his body and head behind the coffee table, raise his gun over his head and reveal a muzzle bunker, and fire in the general direction of the enemy outside.
Of course, there is no aim for this fight, and soap doesn’t expect this shuttle to kill several men in black. His only purpose is to slightly hinder the opponent’s advancement … It is meaningful for him to slow down the opponent even for a second.
"If the clown can successfully send the message, I will not lose even if I die here!" Soap gritted his teeth and thought, "Haha, I didn’t expect to be a hero when I was dying … It’s a pity that his mother is a famous hero …"
The simple barricade made of furniture was quickly destroyed, and there was no obstacle in the corridor. Soap could be deafening, and the black men’s boots were heard ringing when they stepped on the pieces of furniture in the gun.
"Mom can’t retreat …" Soap shouted in the heart-he is now filling the bunker. This tea table is four meters away from the entrance to the living room. There is no bunker. If he just rushes over now, he will be swept into a sieve by those men in black.
There is no difference between staying in the same place and waiting for death-although those men in black still retain the real human appearance and body structure, they can’t kill the gun roots in the hands of monsters and different soaps. They can completely outflank the room from both sides with bullets … Even if soap is given a limited bomb, never gets stuck, and the barrel will never overheat, it will never change his doomed ending.
"Finished … this really didn’t recruit … damn what to do … ahem! ！” Soap gasped, and the smell of smoke and lime made him cough constantly.