Chapter 30 I am a legend

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know if Jill would believe his words, so he simply didn't go into the room, took off the m16 on his body and threw it into the door, shouting, "Climb on the floor, don't move around." As he said that, he rushed in again with a spare magazine. Listening to the sound of the gun and magazine sliding on the floor, he knew Jill would definitely find it.

Hearing his screams, another rain of bullets swept over. Ye Zhiqiu's pistol had been thrown away. At this time, there was no weapon to fight back, so he had to turn around and run towards the roof.

Before he could go up the stairs, he heard some crisp shooting sound of the m16 rifle on his head. Carlos used the m gun tribe when he was in the army. m16 and m4a1 are compulsory courses, so an m16 is easy to use in his hands. He kept shooting shorter while moving distances. It was obviously suppressing the enemies outside the house.

Ye Zhiqiu screamed and jumped out of the attic. He called out first to prevent Carlos and Jill from learning, and he also shot him first before speaking.

Carlos was not caring about himself at this time. Even if the enemy jumped out, he had no time to take care of it. He heard Ye Zhiqiu's scream and shouted: "Let's go down, there is a sniper."

Ye Zhiqiu rolled on the ground, straightened up, and heard Carlos's scream, his feet slipped and fell to the ground immediately. A bullet hit a place not far behind him, splashing a bunch of wood chips. He stretched out his feet and hooked up a straight-loaded rifle that was upright, jumped up like a spring, fired a shot in the instantly determined direction of the shooting, and then fell heavily to the ground. Carlos changed his position at this time, shot a point downstairs, and shouted: "Your direction at four o'clock."

Ye Zhiqiu threw away the rifle in his hand, picked up another gun, rolled to the edge of the roof, and then poked his head out. Just as the sniper in the distance fired another shot. At the same time as the flames flashed, he also fired. Based on his feelings, he knew that the shot was not in vain. Then he quickly sat down and shouted, "How are you?" The sniper was not firing at him just now, so he asked Carlos.

He answered another short shot, and then Carlos shouted: "Where is Diana?"

"In the room." Ye Zhiqiu heard the fierce gunfire from the house downstairs, and judged that Jill was blocking the corridor and shouted: "You stay, prepare to pick them up." As he said that, he turned over and jumped down from the roof.

At this time, the shading measures placed by Carlos behind each window became an obstacle for him to enter from outside, so he could only give up the idea of ​​directly entering the second floor. Who knew if someone would shoot him on the ground when he kicked open the window? So he jumped directly from the room to the ground.

When he landed on the ground, he did not dare to stop, but instead rolled in. Then he found that one of them was running from the yard and just approaching him. Ye Zhiqiu simply lay on the ground and stretched out his hand and pulled the man to the ground. The man suddenly fell to the ground and immediately threw away the rifle in his hand. He was about to have a fatal affair with Ye Zhiqiu, but he felt a severe pain in his abdomen. Ye Zhiqiu had already been kicked heavily at the root of his life. His body shrank like a conditioned reflex, and when he arched up like a dying fish, he had already been pinched by Ye Zhiqiu.

It was not until this time that Ye Zhiqiu really saw the enemy clearly. The man was wearing a standard special forces uniform, a helmet on his head and a bulletproof vest on his body.

Ye Zhiqiu reached out to pull out the pistol from the holster on his body, jumped into the gap that had been knocked open by zombies before.

There was a light of tactical flashlight flashlight flashing in the living room because he came in from outside. The people inside thought it was their own, and someone shouted: "There is an m16 on the second floor, which has a strong firepower, and we need heavy weapons." Before he could finish his words, Ye Zhiqiu had already shot him.

With lights, Ye Zhiqiu fired continuously. Glock's 18-type two-shot continuous shooting mode ensured his shooting accuracy during high-speed movement. By the time he emptyed a magazine of 17 rounds, there were no living people in the living room. All eight people were shocked, including five wounded men who had just retreated from the stairs and lying on the ground. At this time, he happened to walk under the stairs.

Ye Zhiqiu threw away his pistol, caught the m4 rifle that he had lifted from the ground with his feet, and rushed up the stairs in one step. A man appeared on his head and asked, "What's going on?" Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu had already shot him.

Ye Zhiqiu jumped upwards, just received the falling corpse, and then rushed up from the stairs. With a burst of gunfire, the corpse was whipped by at least three automatic rifles, Ye Zhiqiu had already slid off the floor and raised his gun to shoot at the place where the fire of the powder was flashing.

The corpse bumped into the wall and bounced back, landing heavily in front of Ye Zhiqiu, smashing his m4 to the ground. The gunshot stopped abruptly, and the corridor that returned to silence was filled with the choking smell of ejecting medicine. In the narrow corridor, several beams of tactical flashlights slowly moved, and then fixed at one point and stopped moving. Another slowly rolled on the ground, shining weakly with the slowly dissipating smoke.

Ye Zhiqiu slowly pulled out his pistol from the body in front of him, waited for a while before shouting loudly: "Gil?"

After pausing for a while, Jill heard his scream: "Ye?"

"It's me." Ye Zhiqiu shouted: "Is anyone injured?"

"No." Jill quickly replied, "How is it outside?"

Ye Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Stay in the room and wait for me to call you." After saying that, he was not relieved, and he used a pistol to shoot the heads of several corpses in the corridor, then picked up another rifle, pulled out two magazines from the tactical vest of one corpse, and jumped down the stairs.

The sudden silence in the room made people outside the house feel abnormal. Ye Zhiqiu turned his head, pulled his helmet from the head of a corpse in the sound, and immediately a bunch of things fell out of it. Ye Zhiqiu kicked the head that only half was left, squatted down, and picked up an earplug-type telephone from above. The battery of this telephone is powered by the battery inside the helmet, and fortunately he was not bombarded into pieces by Ye Zhiqiu.

Although Ye Zhiqiu was not afraid of disgust, he was not interested in picking up the helmet that had already opened a big hole, not to mention that there was a big stick of brain matter inside, so he just squatted down and put the headphones close to his ears. He heard an anxious voice inside repeating: "Report your situation, Andy, Lucas... Damn it, report your situation, what happened in the house?"

Ye Zhiqiu knocked on the microphone and found that it was still useful. So he slowly put it to his mouth, smelled the fishy smell on it, and said in a deep voice: "They are all dead. You have two minutes to leave, otherwise you will go to see them."

The sound in the communicator immediately disappeared. After a while, someone asked, "Who are you?"

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a moment and whispered, "I am a legend." After saying that, he threw away the communicator, stood up and walked out, and his footsteps fell, stomping the communicator to pieces.
Chapter completed!