the end of the heavens

Firefox's face was not very good, because she saw her bedroom, which was marked with four load-bearing walls, which were rebuilt from floor toilets. Even if there was an earthquake, it would be difficult to collapse.

Textile Factory No. 17 is a building from the last century. A long time does not mean old and damaged. On the contrary, this textile factory is very strong, like a fortress surrounded by high-strength, enough to put many modern buildings to shame.

1000 rats would be hard to level, and the cross knew that, so the rats were there to blow up a bunch of unlucky ones and create chaos along the way.

It is easy to fish when the water is mixed!

The brotherhood has a lot of people. There are three men and one woman on the cross side. It is unrealistic to kill them all. The main target is the leader Sloan and a few core members. Without these top killers, the remaining rotten sweet potatoes and rotten eggs are nothing to fear. .

Since it was an attack on the Brotherhood's stronghold, it would definitely be impossible to rely on four small pistols. Cross opened his arsenal and asked Russell and the others to arm themselves and choose any weapon they liked.

Cross is light-packed. His mission is to snipe all the targets on the commanding heights of the textile factory and cover the invasion of the three Russells. Therefore, in addition to the 'Magnum Kitty Hawk II' that is used daily, he only brings a special sniper rifle. It sounds a lot like 24.

Firefox's beloved modified 1911 pistol was lost during the battle with Russell, and she couldn't use other guns smoothly, so she still chose two 1911 pistols, which were placed in the left and right armpit holsters.

Considering the many narrow passages in the textile factory, she also chose a submachine gun and carried it behind her back.

The hand-to-hand combat with Russell left a lot of shadows on Firefox. She tied a long dagger to her calf and wore knee pads.Outside the black tights, he wore a bulletproof vest, and on the outside was a camouflage combat uniform.

He looks heroic, like a temptation in a uniform, which makes Wesley a little tough.

Wesley uses a 9+ submachine gun, a bulletproof vest and a camouflage combat suit, dressed exactly like Firefox, maybe he thinks this is a couple outfit.

In fact, bulletproof vests are not very useful in combat. If you are hit by a bullet in the front, you will be hit by the kinetic energy of the bullet and your bones will be broken if you are not killed by a gun. The unlucky one playing.

Immediately afterwards, Russell appeared on the stage, dressed in pitch-black tactical equipment, covering his whole body tightly, from helmets to vests, military boots, knee pads, gloves, gas masks, and goggles.

There are 9s in the left and right holsters, a 4a1 on the back, flash bombs, daggers, nylon ropes, shrink sticks, sundry bags, first aid kits, magazine bags, back pockets, leg bags, and a row on the chest Grenade, holding a Remington 870 shotgun in both hands.

The three people on the cross stared dumbfounded. Russell's equipment can be said to be armed to the teeth, and can be dragged to the battlefield to fight.

"You... what are you doing?"

Cross swallowed, they are killers, not special forces, do you want to exaggerate?

Russell took off his helmet, and on his head was a black mask that only exposed his eyes. He shook the 870, "Under the shotgun, all beings are equal!"

"Who asked you this..." the cross was speechless, "I mean, we're not going to fight, you don't have to dress like this."

"No, this is war!"

Russell shook his head, hating his indisputability and said, "You gang of assassins are full of chivalry spirit, I really don't know what to say about you. Will the Brotherhood challenge us one-on-one? Equipment, can it be used to pick up the enemy's weapons?"

This made sense. Firefox and Wesley looked at each other and changed into Russell's equipment.Not to mention, after being loaded with guns and live ammunition, I feel a little more secure in my heart for no reason.

Seeing three guys all in black standing in a row, Cross had no choice but to put on a black bulletproof vest, and now he really became a special police officer.

"If we spray white paint with the word 'sat' on our backs, will Sloan surrender when he sees it?"

Russell asked maliciously, but except for Wesley who was thoughtful, the other two pretended not to hear.

"Okay, now let's get down to business, who drives the garbage truck?"

The garbage truck is full of rats, and the jihadist attack is the first step in the plan, and it is also the most important part of the follow-up plan, which must not be missed.

"Russell, you..."

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that my driver's license expires today. As a high-quality driver who abides by traffic laws, I now refuse to drive all vehicles, even bicycles."

Charge on the front line is the most likely proposition to encounter concentrated fire, Russell decisively chose to refuse.

Cross rolled his eyes, he didn't want to talk to Russell, and he didn't want his son to take risks, so he assigned the task to Firefox, who nodded in agreement, as if it was just an ordinary task.

For a person with the will to die, whether the task is dangerous or not is meaningless!

Firefox is not a fool. Facing the various evidences presented by the cross, she has realized that Sloan is the real traitor, and she also knows that her name is very likely to appear on the loom.

Her faith has collapsed, and the reason why she hasn't committed suicide is to save her useful body to avenge Sloan and those innocent dead.

It is not Wesley's style to let the goddess take risks. He volunteered and asked to perform the mission with Firefox. No matter how the cross persuaded him, he insisted on his own opinion.

The bastard eats the weight, is he determined?

No, he just fulfilled his obligation to lick the dog!

street diary

Sometimes thinking hard and conceiving for hours is not as good as someone else's scribbled by Ji Ba.

Chapter 28 planning in progress

"The snipers are already in place, what's the situation on your side?"

Cross touched the in-ear miniature walkie-talkie. At this time, he was more than 17 kilometers away from the No. 2 textile factory. Even a top sniper would not be able to hit every shot at this distance, but Cross could. He had a lot of adrenaline. , in terms of sniping, the farther the more accurate.

The attack time was not selected at night, which was not conducive to the sniper cover of the cross, and the night would only cause trouble. After all, the No. 17 textile factory was the territory of the Brotherhood, and they were more familiar with the terrain.

The cross was facing the textile factory, and all the commanding heights were within his shooting range. This was the best position he had determined after many investigations, and there were no sniper points around that could threaten him.

In the scope, the garbage truck drove across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory.

"No problem, the mice are already in place!" Firefox sat in the co-pilot and replied coldly.

"Be careful, it takes a lot of time for the rats to rush into the textile factory. During this time, you will encounter a wave of fire. Try not to shoot. I will cover you in case you run out of ammunition later."

This is the style of the cross. If you can snipe, you don't handjob, if you can handgun, you don't fight melee, and if you can melee, you don't bb.

"understand!"

Firefox finished replying and nodded to Wesley, who reversed the car in gear and slammed into the gate of the textile factory.

When the garbage truck appeared, the killers of the fraternity noticed something strange, and many of them opened the small windows and looked down.Each of them is a killer, and they are very vigilant, but because they are all killers, they never thought that someone would take the initiative to attack here.

boom! ! !

The gate of the textile factory was knocked open, and the killers looked at this reckless garbage truck, and then they woke up like a dream, and they all picked up the guys in their hands and aimed downward.

Wesley parked well, with the driver's seat wedged in the door, taking cover from the terrain.From the city wall, the inside of the gate is a blind spot, and the thickened iron sheet of the garbage truck cannot be pierced by ordinary bullets.

Sloan saw the garbage truck below through the window. Under his command, dozens of firepower points began to pour ammunition down, all of which were semi-automatic rifles.

Suddenly, Sloan felt a palpitation of death, and he didn't even want to fall to the ground.

A scream sounded from the top of the building, and the body fell down. When it passed the window, it made Sloan shudder, and when the muffled sound of landing came out, it made him feel even colder.

"Damn cross!"

Using the shadow of the wall, Sloan left the dangerous window, the office on the third floor, which was the safest room in the No. 17 textile factory.He was the chief, delivering orders to the looms, not fighting invaders with guns.