Tomb Raiders: Inherit the King, start the Yunnan Insect Valley

Just as Wang Ye was thinking, Shirley Yang's exclamation came from inside the cargo compartment of the transport plane.

"Wang Ye, Lao Hu, Fatty, come and take a look, there are really good things in the warehouse, several boxes of weapons and ammunition."

Hu Bayi and Fatty were very excited when they heard that there were ammunition inside.

They encountered so many ferocious beasts before entering the "Insect Valley". They only regretted that they didn't get sharper weapons before entering the mountain.

The kind of air gun that shoots steel balls is really useless in the woods.

Firearms that cannot form sustained firepower can kill people alive.

Although the strawberry-style equipment in the transport plane's cabin is all old-fashioned, it's a hundred times better than going into the mountains with a shotgun.

Soon, Shirley Yang got out of the warehouse holding a few dark things.

Wang Ye also jumped down from the lurking branch.

He knew that what Chief Yang found this time was really a good thing.

After Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang saw clearly what Shirley Yang had brought out, their eyes lit up.

"Staff Yang, what is this?"

Shirley Yang clapped the submachine gun in her hand, and replied, "It's a Thompson submachine gun. The Mafia in Berry Country prefers to call it a Chicago typewriter. This gun is too heavy."

Since this transport plane is used to transport ammunition to the troops, the materials inside have been strictly sealed, and guns like M1A1 are afraid of water.

Therefore, the complete set with the bullet bag is wrapped in a plastic bag, and there is lubricating oil on the new gun.

After the plane crashed, a very small part survived under such harsh conditions in the forest, all thanks to the forest behind the "Zhelong Mountain".

Although the underground rivers are crisscrossed, there is little rain in the sky.

Otherwise, in the past few decades, there will be a few heavy rains, and no matter how tightly the submachine gun is sealed on the top of the tree, those bullets will never be used.

"This is a good thing, but it's too heavy to hold."

Hu Bayi said excitedly.

"really."

Shirley Yang nodded. For him, the Thompson submachine gun was indeed a bit heavy.

But Wang Ye, Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang don't dislike it.

There are only four people in total, and it is enough to make more than four intact Thomsons.

Can't move any more.

Wang Ye took over a Thompson submachine gun from Shirley Yang.

The heavy hand immediately gave Wang Ye the urge to shoot something.

Self-inflicted murder with a sharp blade.

"Good guy, Fatty, I don't want to use that air gun for a long time. The accuracy is so poor, and the power is still small."

"Now I don't have to be afraid of those snakes, insects, rats and ants anymore. If anyone dares to provoke the four of us, I will smash him."

Fatty Wang patted the gun body arrogantly, really looking like a death squad.

"Fatty, you've got to be fooled."

This time it was rare for Hu Bayi not to complain about Fatty Wang, because these submachine guns in his hands really made him feel fearless.

However, Wang Ye became alert right now.

The golden-eyed owl is a top bird of prey and possesses an extraordinary hunting instinct.

Wang Ye, who devoured the golden-eyed eagle owl, also became extremely sensitive.

It seems that something is rapidly approaching the big banyan tree.

Sure enough, a gust of wind swept over.

Wang Ye turned around suddenly, came behind Hu Bayi, and opened the "Golden Steel Umbrella" in his busy schedule.

There were only a few sounds of "噗哘咙哩", as if a few steel knives had been scratched on the umbrella god.

The fat man on the opposite side yelled: "Fuck, such a big night owl."

Lift the Thomson to aim and shoot.

Only then did Hu Bayi know that an eagle owl had sneaked up on him. If Wang Ye hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been scratched by it.

Hu Bayi looked at Wang Ye gratefully.

Fatty's gunshot also rang out at the same time. Unexpectedly, although the horned owl's body was big, its movements in the air were erratic like a ghost in the forest. In addition to the darkness, Fatty's shot failed to hit it.

At this time, there were mournful and mournful voices, sometimes far and near, high and low.

It really sounds a bit like a female ghost in the night sky.

The expressions of Wang Ye, Hu Bayi, Fatty Wang, and Xueli Yang suddenly changed.

A faint golden light flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, and he looked into the night sky with the faint moonlight.

coming!

A flock of horned owls has arrived!

Those giant eagle owls with a strong sense of revenge actually came in groups to avenge their companions.

Wang Ye touched the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, grinning.

Welcome!

These giant eagle owls are simply the energy values ​​rushing back and forth in the night sky.

Wang Ye returned the vajra umbrella to Shirley Yang, while he himself climbed onto the top branch of the big banyan tree.

A suitable location was quickly found.

The hunt has begun!

The giant horned owl in the night sky also saw Wang Ye who had climbed to the top of the banyan tree, and they all swooped down screaming.

Sharp claws flashed.

Wang Ye took a deep breath and stabilized the Thomson submachine gun with both arms.

The golden eye skill has been activated.

In Wang Ye's eyes, the swiftly swooping Giant Horned Owl was extremely clear, and its movements seemed to be in slow motion.

Thomson submachine gun fires!

A string of fire snakes spewed out of the muzzle, and traced a trail of light in the dark night sky.

At the same time, the crisp and rhythmic dab-d-da gunshots unique to the Thomson submachine gun also echoed in the valley.

The Thomson submachine gun has a very fast rate of fire and great power.

What Wang Ye was holding in his hand was the version with fifty rounds of magazines that had been refitted with a drum.

Soon several giant eagle owls were smashed into rags by the air, fell to the ground, and died.

When Wang Ye first started shooting, he was still slightly uncomfortable.

After firing a dozen or twenty rounds, the recoil and muzzle shake of the gun are already familiar, and Wang Ye's design is more precise.

The submachine gun was stunned to play the effect of a burst sniper rifle.

Wang Ye adjusted the window while firing.

In the night sky, the giant eagle owl screamed and fell.

In the blink of an eye, a shuttle of bullets lit up.

Twenty or thirty giant horned owls that could almost block the moonlight like ghosts had already been killed by Wang Ye, more than ten of them.

While Wang Ye was changing the drum, the other giant horned owls regrouped and swooped down again, as if they saw an opportunity.

Wang Ye kept his hands on his hands, grinning at the corner of his mouth.

"A flat-haired beast who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Following the release of Wang Ye's ancestral dragon blood, a huge golden-eyed horned owl hidden in midair swooped down, blocking the way of the giant horned owl.

Those giant eagle owls were stunned for a while.

The golden-eyed eagle owls are clearly of the same species, and they actually began to hunt giant eagle owls in the night sky.

The giant claws waved and the iron beaks bitten, and within a few efforts, several giant eagle owls in the night sky were killed.

By the time the other giant horned owls reacted, Wang Ye's Thompson submachine gun had already replaced the drum.

"Big cats, fight against the fat man, who are you?"

"come!"

"come!"

Fatty Wang was even more powerful. He directly carried Thomson and rushed towards several huge horned owls.

Hu Bayi seemed to be in a bad mood after being attacked by eagle owls, and also frantically chased and beat several eagle owls.

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