Chapter 1793 (1/2)

Sweden.

Stockholm.

Workshop.

Five seconds later.

Attack stopped.

”Stop.”

Everyone was relieved.

After all, they are not those who see death as a return. They are not the kind of people who dare to charge on the battlefield. They are also afraid that the weapon of that caliber is the life harvester. They will die one by one without any body.

Now.

One becomes three.

Of course.

You can also walk on your stomach.

However.

Judging from the attack just now, they didn't mean to kill them all.

Left a thread of life.

Flat shot, clear purpose - warning, don't act rashly, otherwise, if flat shot becomes a dive, they will not be unable to rush, but will run fast and slowly.

This.

It was confirmed immediately.

At this point.

A big black man looked at the concrete mound not far away and climbed quickly.

Upon arrival.

Sit up.

Back against a stone pier nearly one meter thick, panting, more than ten degrees below zero, the sweat from his forehead has frozen into ice, a wipe of his hand, Kaka's broken ice falls, which reminds him of polar training.

Just.

It was a hot sweat at that time, but this time it was because of tension and fear.

Just two breaths.

”Boom! Boom! ”

The vibration came from the stone pier, as if he was hit by a small hammer on his spine, not a wooden hammer, but a hammer. Once, he almost knocked out his heart and escaped, which was the only idea.

No hesitation.

Roll right a few times and leave the shooting area.

Get down.

Hold your head.

There was a flash of fear in his eyes.

Next.

He watched as the cement pier was smashed to pieces and torn! A stone splashed over, hit his finger, and clicked. The second joint of the index finger was smashed and fractured.

”Hiss!”

It's painful.

”Escape.”

A dozen more tumbled, and the black man was far away from the area.

At the same time.

There was a roar in several directions. Everyone was too scared to move any more. They were completely sure that their actions were being watched by the enemies inside. Someone was moving forward. Attack.

”Don't get up.”

Commands come from the headphones.

Immediately.

The scene personnel breathed a sigh of relief.

。。。

Greece.

Manor.

”Pa!”

The old man blew his beard with anger.

Suppression.

It's a shame that their people are so suppressed that they can't move. There are three harvesters. How many people do they have to fill in to achieve their goals and get information.

Fifty.

Or a hundred? Or more.

No way.

Needless charge, the cost is too big, now he is also to see clearly, people did not kill the meaning, revealed a message - do not want to kill the major financial groups.

But.

I'm not afraid to conflict with you.

This is it.

It's not up to him to decide.

Immediately.

”Contact them.”

The old man ordered.

”Yes.”

They.

Of course, it's not the enemy, but the consortia. If they don't speak, but suppress, they are saying, ”shall we talk?”. Therefore, he has to call other people together to discuss.

Because most of them are at the theatre.

Soon.

There are all the people.

”All three groups of kovoro elites have lost their combat support ability. The number of opponents is unknown, they are well equipped, they have weapons of large caliber, and the number of ammunition is unknown...”

The old man said simply.

”Over 30 mm?”

”Are you sure?”

”Where did it come from?”

”Are they crazy?”

“。。。”

I'm done.

There was a lot of discussion, not without seeing it, but it was smuggled into Sweden by an unknown force, with a caliber of more than 30mm. In all countries, it is the level of gun.