I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 366 Garbage Collection
He picked up the walkie-talkie and called the captain.

The captain hurriedly directed the sailors to take a look on the deck. The sailors exchanged glances with each other, rushed into the gun storage, and rushed to the deck with their weapons.

An ominous premonition shrouded Wu Yong's heart, hesitating for a moment, he took out the silver sand eagle that was tucked under the pillow, and stuffed it into his belt.

With a gun pinned to his body, he felt more confident. Wu Yong took a deep puff on his cigar, and Huo De strode out of the room.

In the corridor, he bumped into Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu's expression was also not good-looking, the two of them looked at each other, and then, Uncle Liu raised his hand and threw a bunch of keys, he raised his hand to copy it, and caught it firmly.

"This is?"

"Go to cabin A-121 and hide."

"how about you?"

"I'll look for you later." Uncle Liu put his hand behind his waist and took out a 54 pistol.In his impression, Uncle Liu has always been gentle and polite, but now, with a gun in his hand and lowered eyes, it feels like a different person.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you go quickly." Uncle Liu glanced up at him, seeing that he was still standing there stupidly, stared at him, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Then be careful." Wu Yong came to his senses and stepped forward boldly. At the moment when the two of them passed by, Uncle Liu suddenly stopped him.

Wu Yong stopped and looked at Uncle Liu with a puzzled expression.

Uncle Liu seemed to have something to say, Wu Yong waited patiently for him to speak.

"Forget it, be careful." Uncle Liu said dejectedly.

Wu Yong was at a loss, he really wanted to ask, but now is obviously not the right time.

He forced himself not to think about it, turned around and ran to the cabin below.

Uncle Liu glanced at the 54 pistol in his hand, and subconsciously clenched the handle of the gun, as if this would give him a sense of security.

Give it a try.

He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and slowly walked towards the deck with the courage to face death.

On the other side, chaotic footsteps resounded on the deck, like chaotic drumbeats.The helicopter landed on the deck.

A middle-aged man in a black windbreaker with a resolute face opened the cabin door, took a melon-style grenade from the tactical strap, pulled off the ring, and threw it far away.

Several sailors watched the grenade fall at their feet, and before they had time to dodge, the grenade exploded.

The scorching air wave rushed towards the face with dense steel sheets, and the two sailors were dripping with blood. This sudden scene scared many sailors to scatter, and each looked for a cover.

The middle-aged man took advantage of this time to set up a machine gun inside the helicopter.

A sailor cautiously showed his head behind the cover, and then, a bullet roared, and he fell to the ground in response, with a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

There's a sniper in the helicopter!

Blood flowed out on the deck, and all the sailors changed color.

At this moment, deafening gunshots ruthlessly ran over their scalps.I saw the middle-aged man holding a machine gun, pulling the trigger, and the muzzle shot out a dazzling flame.

He swept out a fan with no expression on his face.

In an instant, sawdust burst into the sky, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The sailors hiding behind the bunker curled up subconsciously, not daring to lift their heads. The continuous gunfire made them breathless. As time went by, many bunkers were smashed by dense stray bullets.

Those sailors hurriedly threw themselves to the ground, hugging their heads, their reaction was slow, and they were shot into a sieve in an instant.

A few vigorous young sailors couldn't suppress their inner anger, raised their submachine guns, exposed half of their bodies from behind the cover, and fired back.

The sniper aimed and shot in an orderly manner, and the sailors fell to the ground one after another, and some of them had half their heads cut off by the bullets.

This is completely one-sided massacre.

Uncle Liu arrived late with a May Fourth pistol. He knew he was invincible, so he took advantage of the confusion and climbed over the railing.

He is now more than 20 meters away from the sea, and at first glance, he is even a little dizzy.There were fewer and fewer sailors left, and there was not much time left for him to hesitate.

Looking at the pitch-black sea, Uncle Liu's breathing became heavy, he hesitated for a short while, he gritted his teeth, took out the needle of epinephrine that he carried with him from the inside pocket of his coat, raised his hand and stabbed the needle heavily into his thigh .

Adrenaline flowed into the heart along the blood vessels, and immediately after, his heart beat violently, like a water pump out of control.

A morbid flush appeared on Uncle Liu's face. He took a last look at the location of the helicopter, gritted his teeth, jumped up, and plummeted straight into the sea.

Under such ferocious firepower suppression, he ran away early with a bright head.Some hid in containers, and some ran to fight for lifeboats.

The middle-aged man fired hundreds of bullets in less than a minute, and he didn't stop until the machine gun emptied.

Holding two assault pistols, he jumped out of the helicopter, and when he met a sailor who was still panting along the way, he would make up a shot.

From the beginning to the end, he remained expressionless, and killing people was like slaughtering chickens and dogs, without showing any softness.

"I have sent the target location to your personal computer, pay attention to check it."

A lazy voice came from the headset, and the middle-aged man raised his arm upon hearing this, and a palm-sized screen popped up on the arm armor.

The screen lit up, and a three-dimensional modeling map of the freighter appeared in front of him.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the flashing red dot on the screen, and the target was less than 200 meters away from him.

The middle-aged man pulled the trigger casually, and seven or eight bullets poured out from the muzzle of the gun. At this moment, a sailor jumped out from behind a bundle of cables, was shot several times in the chest, and fell to the ground like a sack.

He took a step forward, followed the red dot, and walked to the door of the infirmary.

He fired a few shots at the door lock, then raised his leg and kicked hard at the door of the infirmary.

At the moment when the door of the infirmary opened, the middle-aged man could not help but shoot and sweep out a fan.

The surgeon's body was smashed into a sieve, and with a plop, he fell into a pool of blood.

The middle-aged man turned his gun and tentatively opened the door inside. He saw Lin Shouye lying on the operating table at a glance.

To be precise, it should be Lin Shouye's clone.Until this moment, a smile appeared on his tense face: "I found the target."

He walked to the operating table, raised the pistol, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da.

Clusters of blood mist rose from the chest of Lin Shouye's clone. At the same time, the electrocardiograph beeped harshly, and a straight line crossed the screen of the electrocardiograph.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, lowered his arms, and said in a deep voice: "The target has been killed, please retreat."

"Agreed to retreat." At the end, the radio station added: "Recycler No. 002, well done."

Recycler No. 002 did not speak, turned and left here.

(End of this chapter)