Chapter 3459: The enemy of iron fist (twenty-six) hell (2/2)

The ice and fire assault shells roared out, the strong recoil made his shoulder hurt, but as the pain swept through the body like a tide, the strange sense of familiarity also passed from the fingertips to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the eyes.

The hands, shoulders, and eyes are perfectly coordinated, the trajectory is stable and precise, and no half of the bullet deviates from the target.

It's strange that this is the first time the young man has come into contact with the ”Thunder-3” assault rifle, but he seems to have been sleeping with this weapon since he was born. Familiar with it is better than familiar with his own babble.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

In the depths of Gus's pupils, two **** appeared, no, they were countless fireballs mixed with frost.

Demon weapon, terrible.

The teenager was excited and enthusiastic.

But in the next second, the surrounding shooting range was shattered again, and his soul plunged deeper into hell, falling onto a muddy and **** battlefield.

”Come on, the elites of the empire--”

Gus heard a roar that was more ferocious than the gorilla instructor just now, ”Kill these Federation people!”

When he looked back, Gus saw a black three-star Blitz flag burning in the gale.

He found that what he was holding in his hand was no longer the ”Thunder-3” assault rifle of the Star Federation.

It has become a triple-mounted heavy Vulcan cannon of the ”Kuroshio Legion”, the elite special team of the real human empire.

Similarly, at the moment the finger touched this black-and-black killing artifact, the parameters, use methods and even some mottled use screens of this weapon were all imprinted on Gus's soul.

Gus was in a daze, his expression gradually becoming as hideous as the immortal cultivators around him.

Carrying the Vulcan cannon, he aimed at a slowly approaching Federal armored vehicle, shot out three full bullet chains, and directly blasted the armored vehicle into the sky.

The moment the armored vehicle went to the sky, the picture changed again.

That's right, this time Gus became a soldier of the Covenant Alliance, carrying the ”Shenzhen-7” rocket launching nest on his shoulders, against the coalition forces of the Federation and the Empire.

This time there were no gorilla instructors or hideous commanders.

The battle of the Saint League has always been quiet.

Just like a real machine, unless something breaks down, it reaps life without a word.

In the quiet harvest, Gus also quickly mastered the use of the ”Shenzhen-7” rocket launching nest and became a master.

As a result, a ball of fire exploded fiercely in front of his eyes, blasting all the illusions to pieces. Gus was surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies and returned to the real world, on the cliffs where the mountain wind raged.

”Huh! Huh! Huh!”

The teenager shuddered, sweating all over, unable to be alone.

He seemed to have spent a long, long time in the illusion of hell, but judging from the torch slowly approaching in the mist, time only passed for a moment.

When he looked at the three weapons in front of him, the look of the junk boy had changed his eyes.

It's like looking at the former lover so familiar and eager.