Chapter 1140： Gunshots at the intersection

"Damn! This group of bastards! This group of bastards!" The escaped demon cursed desperately as he ran through the ruins one after another.

Their home, everything they are proud of, has become such a worthless ruin in front of them!

Even at the feet where these demons rushed past, the corpses of demonic civilians were upside down. In an early morning or night, they were hit by bomb fragments or flying rocks, and fell here waiting to decay.

"Run! Keep running!" In front of an intersection, the leading demon veteran stopped, and he waved to the demon soldiers behind him, beckoning them to rush through the empty intersection first.

A demon soldier carrying his long sword, panting and passing the veteran of the corner, he saw the demon guard on the other side of the street, and he felt that he was going to be safe soon.

So he rushed out of the intersection and rushed towards those companions, and then he saw the demon defender on the opposite side, waving his hand frantically at him.

It was a gesture for him to stop, it was a dangerous gesture. Before he could regret it, the poor demon suddenly felt that one of his legs had lost his control.

Running wildly, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. His face slammed heavily on the earth, and he was stabbed with pain by the small stones on it.

At this time, he finally felt something pierced through his thigh. It was a piercing pain, and it was a desperate pain with broken bones.

The sound of gunshots echoed in his ears, and he struggled to see that one of his legs was pierced by a bullet. Black blood ran down the torn trousers everywhere, and it dyed the trousers on his other intact leg black.

"Help! Help!" The poor demon recruit put his hand on his thigh and looked desperately at the veteran in the corner behind him.

He desperately yelled at the veteran, hoping that someone could help him and let him leave this dangerous place.

It is a pity that because there are human snipers, no one will rush to the streets to rescue him, and he can only rely on himself now.

"Who will help me! Help!" The recruit was struggling on the ground. He looked at the comrades who were curled up in the corner. He hoped that someone could come and help him at this time. He really hoped that someone could come and help him. .

It's just that no one will rush out to help him at this time, he can only lie in the middle of the street in despair, even having difficulty turning over.

Without any hope, he rolled over, gritted his teeth, and ignoring the pain in his leg, stretched out his hand and crawled to the other side of the street. He knew that he would be hit because of the arrangement of the veteran. If the other side refused to let him He took a risk, and such a thing would not happen.

Regrettably, there is always someone to take risks for everyone in that situation, but he happens to be in the second position.

So, this poor demon began to crawl like this, he stretched out his hand while praying in his mind, praying that the **** of magic could protect him and let him reach the other side of the street safely.

Well, at this moment, the **** of magic is too busy now, because too many people are praying to him.

When the poor demon stretched out his arm for the second time, a bullet flew mercilessly again and hit him in the shoulder.

The bullet shattered his shoulder blades and embedded flesh and blood into the dirt road on the side. Black blood splashed out, accompanied by the screams of the recruit.

"He's tempting us out!" The demon veteran leaning on the wall pressed an impulsive comrade beside him, looked at the companion struggling in the street, and said coldly: "Let's find him out!"

After speaking, the veteran turned his head, changed a direction, and got into an unremarkable alley.

The recruit who followed the veteran all the way frowned and followed the veteran with a long sword. The other two demons looked at the wounded soldier struggling in the street, and quickly walked into the alley where the veteran had disappeared.

The remaining demons did not move, they all just looked at the demon recruit on the street, watching the black blood flow along his clothes and slowly spread on the dirt road.

And as time passed, the poor recruit's movements became slower and slower and harder to detect.

If you look closely, you can still find that the poor wounded is still breathing, but he has no other movements except breathing.

On the other side, the demon veteran with a long sword leaned against a wall that had fallen more than half after running two blocks quickly.

He made a quiet gesture to the three demon soldiers behind him, and then observed the surrounding terrain.

"Have you seen that two-story building? That **** human is probably hiding in that place! We have to rush to the second floor... But this process is very dangerous. Who will take the first one?" The veteran pointed not far. The ruins of the magic tower that collapsed so that there were only two floors left, lowered his voice and said.

"I'm going! I want to take out his intestines, and then use that intestine to strangle him!" A demon gritted his teeth, trying to avenge his companion.

The wounded demon soldier lying in the middle of the road is a good friend of the demon. Now the anger has dazzled his head, so that he even forgets the fear.

The angry demon carried a long sword full of rust, stepped out of the corner, and pasted the magic tower, which was more than half collapsed.

He walked around the mottled wall, stepped on the door of the wooden house that fell to the ground, and rushed into the room that was left on two floors.

No one saw it. The moment he stepped into the room, the red light emitted by a device was blocked by his feet in a few randomly scattered cracks in the corner of the door.

The human sniper team that was blocking the entire street on the second floor, the device on the arm of the deputy shooter who was in charge of watching and covering suddenly shook.

"Someone invaded!" The wide-angle telescope was put down smoothly, and the deputy shooter picked up his assault rifle and stood by the door: "Four!"

"Solve a few first, otherwise it will be very troublesome!" The sniper said to his companion without looking back.

"Understood!" The deputy shooter gently swiped the control panel of the device he was wearing on his wrist twice, and the pre-arranged booby mine downstairs exploded.

The ground shook and the mountain shook, and the deputy archer felt the nervous shaking of the floor under his feet. This building could really collapse at any time, even if what the deputy shooter activated was just a booby trap for destruction.