Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 141

boom!

boom!

boom!

Wu Yu's face was as heavy as water as he walked quickly through the factory building. Every window along the way was shattered by a shot. The howling cold wind poured in with the continuous explosion of the glass, forming a strong north-south convection and dispersing the already very thin toxic gas.

"Who-ah!"

As soon as the poisoned bodyguard staggered around the corner, he was shot in the face by Wu Yu. He fell to the ground with blood mixed with white brain matter gurgling out from his forehead. Wu Yu leaned over and grabbed the submachine gun from the corpse's hand. He ducked into the corner before more bodyguards arrived, and kicked the empty wine bottle that had been thrown there at some point on the ground. Whoops -

The glass bottle made an arc in the darkness and crashed into the garbage pile far away in the corridor!

The bodyguard's conditioned reflex: "There!" "There!"

Several submachine guns fired at the trash can. At the same moment, Wu Yu appeared from the other corner and fired accurately within a thousandth of a second. The timing, accuracy, and bullet utilization were all at their peak. The opponent Several people didn't even have time to react, and were beaten into a sieve in the blink of an eye!

"Who?" "Stop!" "Stop!!"

More horses were attracted by the sound of gunfire, but Wu Yu seemed to be a cheetah running wildly in the night. He kept walking and moving his gun forward. There was no gap in the firepower. His terrifying aim was almost like a meat grinder, harvesting lives along the way. Shell casings clinked and flew. When there were only a few bullets left in the submachine gun, he held the gun in one hand and changed the magazine with the other. He clicked the trigger and turned around the corner of the corridor. His sharp black eyes narrowed behind the gas mask.

It's Bu Chonghua!

In the middle of the long corridor in the distance, Bu Zhonghua was pressing Shark to the ground and strangling his neck. On the stairs further away, several horse boys were roaring and running down. The leader had already raised his hand to Bu Zhonghua. gun--

There is no time to say hello, no time to react, all life and death are in this moment.

Wu Yu raised the gun with both hands and opened fire, charging bullets pouring out!

Da da da da da da!

Hot bullet casings flew everywhere in the narrow space, and the horsemen on the stairs instantly turned into human shields, roaring and running away. A few seconds later, Wu Yu filled the magazine and emptied it. He flicked the empty magazine with his hand, and the gun whirled in mid-air. There was a loud "pop!" and the man who was shooting with the probe was hit with blood from his mouth and nose!

"Fuck you!" The last remaining bodyguard was furious. He squatted by the handrail of the stairs. He was about to take the opportunity to fire at Wu Yu, but he saw that not far away, the young god of death in black disappeared.

The next second, a strong wind accompanied by a black shadow struck from above his head. Wu Yu flew down from the sky like a flying falcon and knocked him away with a knee!

With a plop, the bodyguard fell a few steps away, his sternum collapsed and his whole body twitched. Wu Yu stepped forward and stepped on his chest, leaned over exhausted to pick up his gun, and then "click!" with one hand and broke his neck bones.

The corpse's head hung limply, Wu Yu stood up, panting and looked at Bu Zhonghua.

Bu Zhonghua lay on his back on the ground. The poisoning and physical exhaustion had made his consciousness very dazed, and he could hardly tell whether what he saw in front of him was reality or a dream. He saw the thin figure in black walking forward step by step, half-kneeling on one knee beside him, taking off his gas mask, revealing a familiar and sad face.