As Arou's gunshots fell, the entire conference room suddenly fell into silence. Only the lingering sound of bullets and the unwilling screams of the fallen Japanese officer.

Arou's double-barrel hunting rifle is very cruel, and the guns are densely covered with sand. Many Japanese were hit by dozens of guns and sand.

It would be fine if he died on the spot, but if he did not die on the spot, then the only thing waiting for the Japanese was left with endless pain and torture.

Arou shot and dealt with the Japanese officers in the conference room. At this time, the Dragon Boat Festival also reinstalled the magazine in the submachine gun.

And Dragon Boat Festival also carried the remaining submachine guns on its back.

Dragon Boat Festival asked, "Where is your lady?"

Arou replied: "I'm killing the Japanese, she asked me to help you."

Bang! Bang!

At this time, before Arou finished speaking, gunshots were heard in the corridor.

Dragon Boat Festival frowned and rushed out quickly. He was worried that Tang Jiujiu would suffer a loss.

As soon as he arrived at the corridor, there were dense footsteps.

Tang Jiujiu was the first to appear. After seeing the Dragon Boat Festival, she rushed forward and then slid against the ground.

Dragon Boat Festival and Tang Jiujiu had a tacit understanding, and pulled the trigger at this time.

At the corner, a Japanese soldier chased after him and was hitting the gun of the Dragon Boat Festival.

At that moment, time seemed to have frozen.

But a trace of fear flashed in the despairing eyes of the Japanese, and then his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting heavily on the wall, splashing out a bright blood flower on the white wall!

But at this moment, the shooting of Dragon Boat Festival has not ended, and the Japanese also hit the guns of Dragon Boat Festival one after another.

They came after Tang Jiujiu, and everyone tried their best.

But at this moment, this became their death talisman.

They were almost sent to the Dragon Boat Festival gun, even though their brains had already issued orders to stop. However, their bodies still rushed out from the corner of the corridor, and then were bullets pierced through their bodies.

They had no chance to avoid or fight back. Under the Dragon Boat Festival, all their actions and ideas were futile.

The Japanese fell one after another, and some were hit by the vitals. They were lucky, and they were burping on the spot.

But some of them were seriously injured but not dead. They fell to the ground in pain and rolled, and wailing sounds one after another.

But their wailing was quickly overwhelmed by gunfire.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even if it made people smell it, they had the urge to vomit.

But for Dragon Boat Festival, this kind of atmosphere is too ordinary.

He kept pulling the trigger and shooting wildly at the constant appearance of the Japanese and the undead Japanese.

But at this moment, seven or eight Japanese suddenly appeared at the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

They rushed up and shouted, and prepared to shoot at the Dragon Boat Festival where they were shooting.

These Japanese did not know the fake identity of Dragon Boat Festival, otherwise they would hesitate before firing.

So when they saw Dragon Boat Festival shooting at their colleagues with submachine guns, they made a judgment that the other party was the enemy, and they immediately shot with the gun.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, a burly maid suddenly blocked their target with a gun.

The Japanese were surprised, and then their faces were filled with fear.

Because while the tall maid blocked the back of Dragon Boat Festival, a double-barrel hunting rifle like two small steel cannons had already rushed towards them.

The eyes of the Japanese instantly frozen, as if they were sealed by cold ice.

Fear arose from their hearts like a tide and quickly submerged their reason.

They had never seen such a terrifying hunting rifle.

And is that a gun? Is it obviously a cannon?

The leading Japanese man made a "gurgle" sound in his throat, which was the instinctive reaction of his body when he was extremely afraid.

He tried to retreat, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead water and could not move at all.

The Japanese around also showed fear.

Some of them opened their eyes wide, and some opened their mouths wide, but they couldn't make any sound, and there was a suffocating despair in the air.

"You, you... don't do anything random!"

A Japanese man shouted in a trembling voice. Although it was a commanding tone, anyone could hear his inner fear at this time.

But at this moment, Arou was slightly happy and then gently pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gun was activated, as if it was like a shell that broke out from the muzzle.

With a deafening roar, the air seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and a strong shock wave spread out to the surroundings with a deafening roar.

This is not just a gunshot, it is more like a heavy hammer on the battlefield, directly hitting the hearts of every Japanese present.

The huge caliber of fifty millimeters is like a small explosion.

The high-pressure gas accumulated in the gun chamber instantly fuses with the heavy shotgun, turning into a devastating force that gushs out from the muzzle.

The massive shot bombs were like hail in a storm, densely and rapidly covering a large area ahead.

The Japanese, who had nowhere to escape, seemed so small and powerless in the face of this sudden death storm.

Their expressions of horror or shock were frozen in this moment forever.

Because then, they were swallowed by the endless shots and fell into eternal darkness.

However, before their remaining consciousness dissipated, Arou's second shot arrived again.

Arou was afraid that the Japanese would not die. After all, there were seven or eight Japanese, so she fired continuously.

The unlucky Japanese encountered a second wave of death storm before they could lie down.

Their bodies shook like electric shock in the storm for a moment, and finally fell to the ground weakly and had no resurrection.

The blood and limbs were extremely terrifying in this corridor covered by death. Even if the Dragon Boat Festival used a submachine gun to knock more than a dozen Japanese into sieves, they were not as tragic as Arou.

Of course, the battle is far from over at this time.

There were many Japanese in the Japanese command center. After hearing the gunshots, they were rushing to the scene.

Hearing the dense footsteps of the Japanese, a trace of determination flashed in the Dragon Boat Festival's eyes. They could not fight in the Japanese headquarters, otherwise the Japanese would roll more and more like snowballs.

Thinking of this, Dragon Boat Festival took a look. The window that was shattered by Arou with a shotgun in the conference room was already scheming.

They are on the third floor. If they use the curtains on the windows, it will be enough to have more than two meters.

Dragon Boat Festival immediately ordered: "Jiujiu, Arou should not fight, retreat immediately and walk through the window of the conference room."

Tang Jiujiu retreated behind the Dragon Boat Festival and said, "There are many Japanese, so you have to be careful."

Dragon Boat Festival nodded and said, "Be careful, there may be ghosts below."
Chapter completed!