NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 39
Chapter 39 Reenactment Of The Underworld Scene, Gatling’S Firestorm
Looking at the dazzling fireball in the sky and thinking about the previous scene, all the HYDRA agents were about to collapse and shouted:
“Fack, this damn thing still uses RPG?”
“It’s hard enough to fight without a weapon, but this thing even knows how to use a weapon, go to hell!”
“Its wounds have healed, and it has even become stronger. It’s really a monster!”
“This monster actually knows how to trick us. What the hell are we fighting with?”
“The devil! It’s a devil!”
Crossbones Rumlow also looked shocked, but he is a ruthless man who has seen big winds and waves.
So soon, Crossbones calmed down and shouted:
“Shut up!”
“What are you panicking about! According to the original plan, rely on the bunker for heavy fire coverage.”
“As long as you spread them out, you won’t be afraid of the rocket launcher bombing!”
“I see it has a few rockets that can be used!”
While giving orders in an orderly manner, Crossbones Rumlow quietly chose the most convenient location for escape.
However, he did not intend to use the vehicle to escape because the target was too large.
In the dense forest, after an RPG shot killed the helicopter in the sky, the pursuer remained silent, and his cold and stern expression did not change at all.
It is definitely difficult to see the expression changes from its ferocious “chic” face.
Then, the trackers couldn’t see the burning wreckage of the plane that was falling in the sky.
It threw away the RPG in its hand, and slapped hard on the last unopened metal container with its left hand.
As before, the metal container also flew up and opened the door at the same time.
Before the metal container landed, the extremely tall tracker had already taken out a domineering five-barreled heavy-fire Gatling machine gun from it.
This is the modified 12.7-caliber machine gun, the Vulcan machine gun, which uses a special high-explosive armor-piercing bullet, which is as powerful as a conventional 20mm machine gun.
With rapid fire, even infantry armored vehicles will be pierced.
Coupled with a long chain magazine, the entire Vulcan cannon weighs as much as 200 kilograms, and the recoil force is astonishing when fired at high speed.
Ordinary people would not even pick it up, not to mention bearing the terrifying recoil.
However, this extremely heavy Vulcan cannon is indeed like nothing in the hands of the tracker.
After easily holding the Vulcan with both hands, the tracker even had the strength to hang another string of heavy chain magazines in the metal container around his neck.
The tracker with many bones on his chest held the astonishingly powerful Vulcan cannon in both hands, and walked in the direction of Crossbones Rumlow like Shura Death God.
Although it carries an astonishing weight, its speed is not slow at all, it can even be said to be unimaginably fast.
By the time the HYDRA direct secret forces and the Crossbones realized something was wrong, the tall body of the tracker had crashed to the ground.
The breath of death, like the whistling wind, froze the air and the souls of HYDRA’s most elite combat troops.
The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, the birds and beasts have been scared away, and even the insects have stopped singing, as if they are afraid of disturbing some terrible monsters.
At the moment, even the voices of trees and land are very clear.
In the next second, the tracker raised the Vulcan cannon, and the fire flashed, and the surging gun flames were still very eye-catching during the day.
The five gun barrels rotated rapidly, and the sound of loud bullet firing continued, completely covering up the sound of the bullet casings falling to the ground.
In just one breath, the Vulcan Cannon poured out countless bullets, tearing several key targets into pieces.
Almost at the same time, HYDRA also opened fire.
The sound of gunshots, explosions, and exclamations broke the silence, and the eardrums of the people who were shocked were aching, and they were almost deaf.
In an instant, this place became a purgatory on earth, and blood flowed like rivers.
Everything around is being smashed to pieces.
After all, this HYDRA unit is the most elite fighters, and various tactics have become a muscle instinct.
While their minds and spirits were still immersed in fear, their bodies moved first.
It’s just that facing the close-range high-speed shooting of the Vulcan machine gun, their poor bunker is as if it doesn’t exist.
After a round of fire from the Vulcan cannon, whether it was stones, vehicles, or heavy fire weapons that had just been set up, they were quickly blasted into pieces.
Several HYDRA ace soldiers who originally wanted to use heavy firepower to suppress the pursuers were also smashed into sieves in an instant.
Even hiding behind a bunker and wearing multi-function protective clothing worth hundreds of thousands of dollars is of no avail.
Under the all-metal storm, everything will be crushed and nothing will grow.
This is the aesthetic feeling unique to human industrial technology, the exclusive violent aesthetics of modern weapons, and the romance of men.
This is also a weapon of “benevolence with Buddha nature”, because after being hit, one can directly go to bliss without suffering, with great compassion and immeasurable merit.
In the hail of bullets, the tracker moved forward steadily as if nothing happened, pouring firepower wantonly.
Bullets, grenades, and flames constantly bombarded its body, tearing its body apart, but it still did not stop moving forward.
There was no way, the “red spots” in my eyes didn’t disappear, and I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t fire.
Red flames lingered around the tracker’s body, once engulfing its tall body.
In the next second, an extremely ferocious face poked its head out of the flames.
Against the backdrop of the fire, the monster-like face of the tracker became clearer, more ferocious, and more frightening.
Under the high temperature and bullet bombardment, the metal magazine on its neck began to turn red, and the bone armor also began to crack.
At the moment, the stalker bathed in flames is like a demon from hell, determined and ruthless to continue to harvest life.
“Da da da da!”
“Da da da da!”
While enduring the recoil force enough to directly destroy the body of an ordinary person, the tracker poker-facedly killed the soldiers of HYDRA’s ace troop into pieces.
As HYDRA thinks, this battle is indeed a victory for technology.
However, what they didn’t expect was that they would be the ones killed by modern technological weapons.
The tracker’s first appearance will soon shock the entire underground world, major military industrial groups, and leaders of various organizations!