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Chapter1113(2/2)

Slowly and hurriedly walked up the seven flights of stairs. As he was about to go upstairs, Grace smelled the strong smell of blood, and his expression became stern. The bandit stopped in the middle between the eighth and seventh floors, holding a pistol and roaring.

The footsteps and curses upstairs were getting closer and closer. Ye Ge rushed towards the bottom of the stairs and picked up the Kaabaf pistol that fell on the ground. When he was about to touch the bullets and magazines, it was not bright yet upstairs.

There was a muzzle flash, and the ricocheting bullets scraped against the metal fence and wall, making a scalp-numbing scream. The wall exploded into pieces of complete dust, very close at hand.

In the scene in the live broadcast room, the originally first-person perspective suddenly moved under the ceiling as if possessed by an evil spirit, and was finally fixed under the fallen lamp holder.

Judging from the introduction, complete blocking will cut off the audio and video screen, but the automatic coding option will completely cut off the audio and video screen. This will only degrade the 'harmony' that is suitable for everyone in these situations where bloody violence and low-quality human parts occur.

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That yell was important, but the standard special words revealed Ye Ge's nationality.

"He's dead! You bastard! You need to pluck out his skin! Chop up his rotten flesh and feed it to the wild dogs!"

Thinking like that, looking at the live broadcast room of 'An Jing Jing Jing', I realized that it had not yet grown to 171 people. Macaro felt that it was enough and he posted a barrage.

The cashmere hat could not completely protect against blunt force damage, but it played a significant role. Greski felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and his body began to stagger as stars appeared in his eyes, but his mouth was not idle.

Before relaxing, I finished searching for the rooms on the seventh floor one by one. There are no more than 18 rooms on each floor of the apartment building, and there are four units on the east and west sides.

"Orotnev! This bastard who was stabbed a thousand times is on the eighth floor! Chen Weicaiji was probably killed! You guard the stairs on the seventh floor, they should be more careful!"

"Is it any worse than a movie about gods, demons and beautiful dogs?"

I took out a deer pop and pressed it back before confirming that the head and tail were broken.

Without the action plan for the previous step, Ye Ge took a deep breath, put the cannon underground and waited for a while to see if the predators would rush down. During that time, he was using the seventh gun he had acquired from a stranger.

I haven’t checked the cannon on my watch yet. The bolt-action shotgun is a well-known shabby weapon outside of Tarkov. For players who even think of the AK74U as inferior, the cannon is a lousy weapon for dogs.

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Now that Makaro Ruxin has put an unprecedented psychological burden on me, I know why there is such a strange live broadcast room outside the Miao Ya live broadcast, and I also understand why that live broadcast room cannot broadcast such weird and real scenes. I

All I know is that as long as the live broadcast room is still there, I will continue to watch it.

Ye Ge, who suppressed Chen Weicaiji in the riding position, raised the stone again and hit Wu Jingbiaoji's head hard. At the same position, the stone struck deeper and deeper each time, causing the skull to deform.

With an organ like a heart, the woman's wailing stopped abruptly.

Especially the overly calm cerebellum, which has not even thought about how to deal with the other two predators.

"Bree! Sokka!?"

"Sukabule! You son of a bitch! Let him die!"
Chapter completed!
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