Steel Steam and Flame

The fingers moved quickly on the console, and the dial with the countless hands shaking and the small lights shining in each color all entered the scope of Norentel's consideration. He manually activated the differential engine on the rearrangement, and then called up various programs previously stored in the rearrangement based on the current situation of the rearrangement, combined them, and set the specific time for the rearrangement.

Then, he photographed all the main control buttons for opening and closing the side doors of the cargo compartment, glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, and considered the time needed to deal with the remaining enemies. After setting the closing time of the side door, he went from the side. A handful of firecrackers were removed from the half of the corpse, took plenty of ammunition, changed the magazine and loaded it.

From the front control room, there was a "chichi" sound of the air valve releasing pressure, and bursts of gray steam also overflowed from the ends of the pipes everywhere, floating in the air, and slowly sinking toward the ground.

Norenter used a mirror to observe the side of the warehouse, and the diffuse gray mist only left a faint shadow, which no longer had the effect of affecting his vision. Toxic substances are also diluted to a small amount due to the air circulation system of the warehouse itself at this time. Nollenter pulled off his mask, revealing a flushed face. The blood vessels on his forehead were still half swollen, and sweat dripped down his chin onto his clothes.

With the other hand holding the shield tightly, Norunter seemed more calm now. He is the only one left, but there may be many more enemies, at least two digits. He didn't feel the flustered breath at all, but he was nervous, that was a warning to that sniper.

A similar situation has been encountered before, and in the end he was the only one left in the team. So I don't feel that there will be any pressure in my heart, and there will be a future if I survive. This is the belief that he has always believed and practiced until now. He was not born as the captain of this special team. There were many people who were stronger than him in the past. But after the missions time and time again, they all died, and then this position did not know how long it was his turn.

He warned himself not to worry now, as long as he waited for all the enemies that got into the cargo compartment to come out and fired a bullet from the magazine, they would be solved in less than a few seconds. Just wait and seize the opportunity.

The side doors of the cargo compartment were fully opened at this time, and the stuffed cargo was able to see the dim light around again.

After less than a minute, the people hiding in the carriage have gradually descended with a trance expression. The warehouse is very quiet, the steam engine and the furnace are in the preparation stage, and the sound produced cannot be called a sound. Only when the pressure of the pipeline is relieved from time to time will a sharp sound be emitted.

These people are still holding guns, and the nerves in their bodies are paralyzed because of the poisonous gas. The specific situation reflected is generally weak hands and feet. They jumped on the unloading platform as if they fell from above, nothing like what a surgeon should have.

",,,,," Some people were very careful. Seeing the side door opened, they did not rush down, but shouted in the carriage. Norenter had never studied the language of the Common Ocean Country, so he could only speculate in his heart what they would say. He also spent most of his energy on finding that sniper. That is his main goal.

Slowly, more and more voices sounded. These people seemed to be exchanging basic information, and they were also holding guns to guard their surroundings. More and more people dropped from the carriages in the first half of the rearrangement one by one on the unloading platform. There were less than twenty people in total, and maybe more than that. But those who can't come down now may never come down. The part where the poison gas finally paralyzes is the brain. At that time, the body's various systems will be completely stopped under the action of the toxic substance, and then those people will die.

Norenter was very patient. Those people were very careful when they got out of the carriage, but when they saw a corpse in front of them, their bodies paralyzed by poison gas also affected their own alertness. They relax quickly mentally and have to relax, and those loose bodies can't support them to concentrate for a long time.

Someone climbed on the roof of the car, saw the scene on the other side of the rearrangement, and began to scream. More people climbed up, then shouted around. They don't think that except for them, everyone on both sides is dead, and no one is left. But there was no response to all the shouts, and the whole warehouse seemed to be the only ones left.

Finally, some people realized that the relisting should be started immediately and leave Xuefeng as soon as possible. Those people slowly descended from the roof of the car to the unloading platform, hurriedly rushing to the rearranged control room.

Nollenter took all these things in his eyes. The timing was ripe long ago, and he has been looking for the sniper's shadow since then. But there was never the slightest notice that the opponent was obviously much more professional than him in sniping, and patience was incomparable. He was still anxious.

He didn't wait any longer, leaning on the door of the control room at this time, after taking a tight breath, he turned his body over a small angle and only exposed the half of his head needed for aiming. A bunch of golden bullet shells were ejected from the side of the fire blatter, and the bullets hit the quasi-centered head accurately in an instant.

There were less than twenty people, and the bullets in one of the blunderbuss' magazines hadn't even been completely hit, and all of these people died.

Norntel encountered no resistance. This time shooting gave him the feeling as if he was currently in the shooting range and was hitting those fixed targets with the gun in his hand.

But a lot of sweat still oozes from his forehead. The threat from that sniper has been pressing in his heart, and it is impossible for his body to relax without personally sending the bullet into the sniper's head.

The side door of the cargo compartment was closed ahead of time, and Norenter quietly hid in the fourth section of the tractor from the trail hanging outside the tractor. He was about to hide in the cargo compartment behind. The enemy probably believed that he would be in the front of the first four quarters, because the rearrangement needs to be controlled, and now he is the only one left. But he has no idea where the enemy is, which is very dangerous. He needs to make some preparations to make this game of hunter and prey more fair.

The surrounding furnaces increased the temperature a lot, and Norrenter took off his body armor at this time. That thing has absolutely no way with sniper firearms, and it has no effect on the body.

"There are still fifteen minutes." Norenter was still in the front of the tractor in the fourth quarter. The temperature here made him feel an indescribable sense of security ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ although he could not figure out the reason. He wanted to go to the next few cars at once, but he didn't want to move when he stayed here for some reason. Thinking that he was tired, Norenter learned that this was his own instinct, and it was safer here. Even if there is some heat here, it is almost able to catch up with his body temperature.

He was sitting on the ground at the front of the fourth section of the tractor. The doors on both sides were closed by him. From the outside, he would never see the details inside, and the windows were also white. Just squeezed in a hidden corner, Norenter put the shield on one side of his body, and he leaned against the steel wall behind him, collecting any small sounds outside.

"The enemy will probably not come out. I must wait for the relisting to start." Nollenter said, "It depends on who is more patient."

He sighed, took out a pack of completely squashed cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and picked one out of it. After hesitating, he looked around, and even if smoke rose, there would be no possibility of detecting it from outside. So he lit the cigarette and took a hard breath. Smoking at this time, for him, is indeed an excellent enjoyment that he can't usually experience.

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