Chapter 18
The struggle of the life and death
With the “Puff Puff” several stuffy sounds, didn’t know how many bullets hit those militants, and how many bullets hit the hard cement wall. In the darkness, only could see the shadow figures of six or seven militants, one of them had a stuffy hum, the neck had a snap and then fell down.
Sheilor never joined the army, just for machine maintenance petty officer examination of the Ministry of National Defense, he remembered countless combat regulations and combat formations of the military. Actually these knowledge didn’t have too much effect for his examination, but uncle Fengyu still let him learn, then he learnt those things honestly. He didn’t expect that those knowledge played the role at this moment, the randomly shooting bullets in tension, incredibly hit a target successfully.
This should be the first time he opened fire, the heavy feeling in the wrist, and the slightly limp and numb recoil force, let his that lying in the blood body feel somewhat uncomfortable. This system volleying gun should belong to a security personnel of the Tai family, but that security personnel had already died in the surprise attack of that military mecha, and didn’t know how many fragments his body had already become. But also thanks to the safe of the gun had already been opened, then it let Sheilor could finish the shooting in the first time.
The reaction of Sheilor was very quick, the more respected thing was his that never yielding, silent but firm character, shocked flying to the ground by that mecha, his subconscious action was groping for a weapon on the ground, he would struggle for his own life nonstop… even if it’s only the struggle.
In order not to expose his target to the other party in the darkness, Sheilor raised his shooting right arm very high, but even so, that group of well-trained militants, still judged out his position accurately. A burst of rush bullets sounded up, the sharp breaking air sound blew up, countless water and cement fragments were blown up disorderly!
Just bitten by a mosquito.
Sheilor leaned on the back door and breathed rapidly, his chest kept up and down heavily. He felt several pains on his right arm, he knew that he had already been hit by those militants before he sneaked into the back door. Just in the darkness, he didn’t know where he was hit. He just knew that he had a penetration injury on his right arm, the bullet hit his upper arm, the blood was running, the pain was destroying his nerve.
Just bitten by a mosquito! Nobody could see that his face was so pale in the darkness, his eyes were so bright to a very horrible degree. He breathed heavily, no longer paid attention whether those militants could hear it or not, he kept repeating the words which were relevant with the mosquito, convinced himself not to care about that he was wounded, and convinced himself that he still could survive in such a hard time.
The more severe thing than the gunshot wounds, was the injury of his right leg. Earlier for shocking that huge and heavy mecha, he focused all his body strength on the leg and kicked it out, although he destroyed the attack of the mecha main gun successfully, but the recoil force of that share of huge power, ruined his right leg directly. His right leg was twisting with a kind of very ghastly posture at this time, the fracture bones were lancinating his red and swollen leg muscle inside.
It’s very painful, the pain to the acme is the numb, but Sheilor couldn’t feel it at all.
The rain was still spraying in the underground parking lot, the bloody smell was lighter than the earlier, but the burnt flavor was getting thicker and thicker, didn’t know whether the distant room of the gymnasium hit by the mecha main gun, was lit the raging flame or not.
Sheilor was lying on the ground and holding that strange metal gun silently, on the other side of the door were several participating in the assassination militants. Those several militants obviously had the military background, they used to have the group action following behind the mecha, but for the individual combat, they also were not strange.
This kind of silent and tense confrontation didn’t last very long, at least it’s not as long as what Sheilor felt at this moment. That group of militants didn’t have too much time to waste with him, they had to retreat before the federal power department had the reaction. Although in the splendor of the First Charter, even they could retreat, it’s estimated that they were still hard to leave the Federation.
The “Chug Chug” gunfire were resurfaced, countless bullets hit on that heavy door, splashed the sparks and fragment. If this door of the underground parking lot is not made of the metal, it’s afraid of one thing that the behind the door Sheilor had already been hit into the hornet nest at this time.
Sheilor tried to crouch his body as far as possible behind the door, in order to avoid to be hit by those scattered everywhere in the passage stray bullets, he didn’t dare to look up, also didn’t dare to have any action. But that gun was raised up by him subconsciously, aimed it at a certain angle at his side, this was completely out of his intuition.
The gunfire just stopped, a swift and fierce figure rushed to inside. Sheilor pulled his index finger slightly, then the bullet sprayed out from the barrel in his hand, and hit down that figure directly…
However, after he pulled his index finger, then he knew that he was wrong. Because this was not one of that group of militants, but a security personnel dead body who was cut half body off by the mecha bullets!
Sheilor had his eyes narrowed, he knew that he had already come to the moment between life and death. The originally empty body, didn’t know since when surged up a share of newborn power, he had a stuffy hum, treaded on the door back with his that one and only intact left leg, and slid half meter sideward on the ground forcibly.
Just right at the moment when he was sliding, a black barrel stretched in behind the door without a sound, and hit the place where he was originally, splashed up the sparks. Escaped this round of shooting dangerously, a very bright light flashed in Sheilor those narrowed eyes, he threw himself to the side with a rush, and the gun was fired once again in his hand.
The holding the submachine gun with both hands, rushing into the door that militant was shrouded in this fluffy bullets immediately. The bullets hit the body armor of this guy, made the dull sounds, directly hit him to smash onto the door heavily, and made a loud crash.
Sheilor raised his muzzle slightly, directly shot the head of this guy into a falling down from the high attitude watermelon.
Inside of the door, just like a big mouth of the monster in the legend, it seemed that it could swallow all the lives in. The militants on the other side of the door should think like this, and behind the door Sheilor also thought like this. He half-squat down to lean against the wall, and he didn’t know how many bullets left in the gun in his hand.
He should go to pick the submachine gun of that dead militant, but he just moved over to that side carefully, hid his body behind that dead body, hung down his hand slowly, and touched the side of his boot.
Just right at this time, that quiet dark passage behind Sheilor, suddenly a burst of footsteps came from. The footstep sound was very light, it should be either the child or the very light weight woman, and it should be more than one people.
In such a tense moment, incredibly some people still didn’t evacuate in the gymnasium. The deep worry surged up in Sheilor’s eyes, if let those innocent people arrive here, that would be the nothing one could do except die.
“Fuck your mama, fuck your mama.” Sheilor scolded the bad language expressionlessly, didn’t know what these bad language meant to him, but his that pair of always smiling, seemed very sincere eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and more and more desperate.
“Don’t come over! He shouted loudly at the masters of those footsteps behind him in the darkness.
As his voice came up, the gunfire outside of the door sounded up intensively once again, the gunfire cut apart the space in front of Sheilor. He couldn’t make any action, only could watch the figures of two militants rushed to come over, and came into behind the door.
“Fuck your mama!” Sheilor scolded the words softly, and then threw himself on those two figures. Those two militants obviously didn’t expect that he would be so defy the death to hide in such a close place, and also didn’t expect that the reaction of the other party would be so quick.
The action Sheilor had at this time was really quick, at the moment of life and death, he broke out all the power in his body, those trembles began to squeeze his that already exhausted body, it seemed to squeeze every drop of the power out from his every pair of the muscle fiber.
He threw himself on like a gray shadow, pulled the trigger in the very short range, shot down that a bit farther militant with the firing in bursts. And then threw away the gun in his hand, at the same time when he threw away the gun, his body bumped against on the body of another militant with a rush.
Stretched out the elbow, hit the throat cartilage of the other party; bumped the hip, with the hard bone of his waist side, bumped on the crouch vital part of the other party; stretched forward the fingers, the finger tips poked into the eye sockets of the other party ruthlessly.
Started the practice from the days when he was in the mine, to when he became the porter of the Pear Garden university, he didn’t miss a day of the practice. The hard training, let the ten postures which uncle Fengyu taught Sheilor became some kind of instinct in his body. Just in this moment, his strength broke out comprehensively, and was brought into play incisively. That kind of comfortable but violent feeling, unexpectedly let him forget that he was dragging a broken leg and was hit by several bullets.
It’s all the strange and heroic marching skill!
The throat is broken, the scrotum is broken, the eyes are burst, and the blood stormed out, that militant didn’t even make a hum sound, then fell down in front of Sheilor.
But his body had already exposed by the door side at this moment, Sheilor didn’t have any pause, he pushed the dead body of that militant, rushed out silently and bravely.
“Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk” in the gunfire hit the dead body sound, Sheilor had a metal tool in his right suddenly, he pressed his finger on it, a light blue arc immediately lit up this corner of the underground parking lot.
A militant on his side was hit by the electric arc, his body had a twitch and fell down to the ground, but in his hand that still shooting submachine gun, the shooting out bullets hit the thigh of one of his companions.
Sheilor blunt rush over, the knifepoint of the electric shock stick had already stretched out, directly poked at that kneeled down on the ground guy.
However, these militants were worthy of the military elite soldiers. Although Sheilor was a emergent variable, and he killed several his companions somehow. But this accidentally injured by his companion guy, at this critical moment, still showed the extremely great individual quality of the federal soldier.
In such a short time and such a short distance, couldn’t lifted the gun to shoot, that militant had a stuffy hum, in a very short electric arc light time, saw clearly the position where Sheilor had his knife stabbed at, he blocked with the submachine gun in his hand, very skillfully blocked the wrist of Sheilor.
The Guest: Book 3 Page 18
