"Ah? What did you say--"

As soon as the Templar raised his head, he saw a bright and dazzling spark suddenly burst out in the darkness. It was a muzzle flame formed by the launching medicine that did not completely burn in the barrel. It appeared together with the spark, and there was a burst of rapid and sudden gunfire!

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The Templar felt that it seemed that someone had punched hard in his chest and abdomen. Before the severe pain reached the cerebral cortex, he felt that his body had lost control, and there was only darkness in front of him. He fell back to the ground with a thud, and the walkie-talkie in his hand also fell out from a distance.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The players of the Mutual Aid Association suddenly became a mess. Some of these players who had not received training immediately lay on the ground, and some were panicked and ran around in panic. Only less than half of the people began to hold their weapons in their hands and start shooting randomly into the darkness.

The gunshots in the sewer were heard in an instant.

Compared with weapons, military strong light flashlights are more rare. Among these players of the Mutual Aid Association, there are only five flashlights. However, the five Templars holding flashlights were named by bullets flying from the darkness almost immediately. After that, all players who bent down to pick up flashlights will not be shot by the mysterious attacker of that person.

In this way, no one tried to pick up the flashlight, and both sides were shooting at each other in the darkness.

For Qi Lin, darkness does not exist, but for the players of the Mutual Aid Association, they can only rely on the flames at the muzzle to judge Qi Lin's approximate position.

However, Qi Lin adjusted his position every time he pulled the trigger, and no player from the Mutual Aid Association could hit him with a single shot.

The distance between the two sides was one hundred meters away. In fact, at this distance, even on the bright and empty ground, players who had not received professional training would not necessarily be able to hit Qi Lin, let alone in the extremely dark sewer.

While shooting at the players of the Mutual Aid Association, Qi Lin kept getting closer. As the distance between the two sides was shortened to about fifty meters, Qi Lin finally drained the first magazine.

A magazine of the Type 56 rifle was thirty bullets, and Qi Lin killed a total of eleven people with these thirty bullets.

Leaning on the ground and quickly changed the magazine, Qi Lin jumped up and shot again, killing four players who turned around and wanted to escape.

He could not let these people go back. As long as one of them was let go, the mutual aid will definitely send more knights to search him immediately. The next time he will face is not these ordinary people who can't even shoot the gun.

The terrain in the sewer is special, and it is impossible to use a killer like a rail cannon. If you shoot it, the entire passage may completely collapse and bury him and the players of the Mutual Aid Association in it.

Qi Lin pulled out the Tokarev pistol from his waist with his left hand, held the 56-style with one hand, and pulled the trigger with one bow with one hand. It took less than two minutes from the first shot to the last mutual aid player's death.

After putting away the weapons, Qi Lin walked to the side of the corpse, signaling Cooper to relieve the signal interference, and then bent down to pick up the walkie-talkie on the ground.

"…hiss…hee!…hiss! 015 team?!……quick answer!…hiss…we heard the fierce gunfire above, and the bottom...hiss…what happened?quick answer!”

As soon as the interference was lifted, a man's nervous and impatient voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Qi Lin glanced at the walkie-talkie and put the smart brain on his wrist to the side of the walkie-talkie microphone.

"Squad 015 reported that we had just been attacked by a large number of bloodthirsty rats, and one person was killed in battle. Now the threat has been lifted and no target has been found yet. We will continue to carry out the search mission and be completed."

Cooper's voice came from the smart brain's speakers, almost exactly the same as the Templar who had been killed by Qi Lin.

"...neck...bloodthirsty rat?...neck...I know, you continue to carry out the mission...I find out...neck...I report immediately..."

The sound on the walkie-talkie was slowed down, and it seemed that I had believed Cooper's report.

Qi Lin hung the intercom on the shoulder strap of his backpack, threw away the Type 56 assault rifle in his hand, picked up an 81 bar with better performance from the body of a Templar, and picked up six thirty round magazines.

In fact, there are more advanced Type 95 rifles on the side, but in the wasteland, most of these small-caliber rifles are not as popular as large-caliber rifles. The reason is that small-caliber rifles may be okay to hit people. When facing mutated creatures, the disadvantage of insufficient power becomes very obvious.

For example, in military factories in wasteland cities, most of the new guns produced by mass are based on the old AK and FAL as templates. Moreover, not only that, the caliber of the gun is still developing towards an increasing trend.

Of course, there are also reasons why there are more and more evolutionists. Weight and recoil are no longer restricting the power of individual weapons. If Qi Lin is willing, he can hold a Lao Ganma with a firing point of 50 bmg as a submachine gun.

The Mutual Aid Association seems to have determined that Qi Lin has only one person. Not to mention heavy weapons, these players don’t even have a grenade.

However, on the backs of two tall Mutual Aid Club players, Qi Lin found a backpack filled with clean drinking water and dry food.

After a little replenishing food and water, Qi Lin finally checked all the bodies. After confirming that they were not pretending to be dead, he began to run towards the exit of the sewer.

The time agreed with Cheng Yanqiu and the others was not much left. Those bloodthirsty rats and this mutual aid club had wasted almost half an hour of Qi Lin.

Although I don’t know if other people encountered any obstacles on the road, Qi Lin didn’t want to be the late person.

There are many forks in the sewer, just like a huge underground maze. Fortunately, Cooper got the engineering structure diagram left when the sewer was built in the computer in the military port area of ​​the old era, so Qi Lin didn't have to worry about getting lost at all.

Moreover, after killing the Rat King, Qi Lin did not encounter any other mutant creatures. Instead, he saw many mutant creatures and human skeletons along the way. It seems that the sewer system of this Iron City should have been ruled by the bloodthirsty rats before.

Qi Lin ran for twenty minutes, and a trace of light finally came from the front of the sewer.
Chapter completed!