Blood Crisis of PUBG

"No, such a professional enemy ?!" Purexate is stupid, "I have already expected that we will jump over the bridge!"

The drunken dreams are looked around, and she is also somewhat. "The other side is very sufficient, and there are so many boxes in front ... This shows that their combat power is not weak, it seems that my decision is wrong, we should go down from the water ..."

"Nothing!" The pure summer and drunken dreams were born together, and the feelings were slightly tasty. She was a drunk dream shoulder. "This is not blame you, can only blame us, it is delayed in poisonous gas. I haven't found a long time, and even the car is found. I want to say that we will fight with them, maybe you can escape one? "

"But ... The number of each other seems to be twice as us."

"What is twice as much, but it is four people," "Summer is trying to fight the gas, give you drunk dreams, and give yourself." "You have just killed three!"

"That is not the same ... The militia with the burning fire stick, how can the full armed mechanic soldiers can compare."

The cumshots of pure summer are obviously no effect in front of a rational cool drunk dream, but the drunken dreams have not been given up. She replaced the UMP in her hand. "I will try it, I am in the other side." Still far away, we can also write a solution - if the peas is here. "

Drunk dreams breathed a sigh of breath, slowly explored half of the bus behind the bus, but she only had to sweep away, and a bullet that had already waited for it immediately and slammed her helmet.

The huge impact risk has twisted the neck of drunken dreams, and her ponytail is shot, long hair is spreading.

"No ... they have been completely blocked," drunken dreams in their heads.

"Otherwise, rushing!" Pure summer eyes.

"The front bridge sidelines are all in the sky, once we rushed out, it is a living target." Drunken dreams packed a few mouthfuls, let himself recover quickly, "only one way, I will go to the bait."

"What about it?" I didn't understand the pure summer.

"I rushed over to attract fire, you are here to find a chance to kill the enemy."

"What is the way! It's just to send it! Let's rush together, you can share some damage, you can't run it alone, you will be honeycomb!"

Drunken Dream stood up and threw the backpack on the ground, smiled slightly, "Honeycomb honeycomb, as long as I keep my face, the province will not have me."

"Don't say this kind of lyrical line!" Pure summer retired a few steps, the backpack of the drunk dreams is far away, "Don't give me the relic!"

"Their gun method is general, if I can get close to them, then I will try to use * and smoke / play for some time."

Leave the last sentence, the drunken dreams are not hesitant, and the cover range of the buses flashed out before the pure summer is made.

With the drunken dreams, the guns across the bridge sounded almost simultaneously, and the intensive rainfall continued to fall.

"This kind of firepower, how could be lived!" The purexer is just a tooth, which can only start the gun, "big sister, I will fight this life, I have to bite them."

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The slag saga has a small toothpick, and the lacker is waiting for the two women. He is not anxious, after all, he has killed more than 30 players, and the materials have already been piled up into the mountains, even if they consume half an hour, and these two women are probably his last wave, For him, the slaughter has not been happy, and it is natural to enjoy the fear of the opponent.

"Hui Ge, they refuse to open, do you want to rush to solve it? The poisonous fog is coming soon, we have not much time."

Tianle is behind a half-tall basket, he is only a sniper left in the team, but now just wants to leave.

"Don't worry," slag hugged his arm, with ankle with the M249 on the ground, "big pineapple in hand, even if you stay in the poisonous gas for a while, this is the first place, must be our "

"Then, the two women didn't move in the back for a long time, wouldn't you do anything?" Xiaochun also asked.

"Ghost?" Slag sang, refers to the gun tube of M249. This light machine gun is different from other guns, and the muzzle is now hanging a M203 * transmitter. "Even if it is really a ghost, Laozi can also fry it into a slag. But the only one is unfortunately -"

The slag sagage has touched his own Hu, "The two little ladies are still quite horrified. Today, the simulation of the game has improved so much, nor does it know if you can do that ... haha ​​... This is really a bit. "

Tianle and Xiao Spring Two humei immediately laughed with the boss.

"Hui Ge! The woman is open!"

Just as the three people were immersed in the fantasy town, the Mazi in front of the investigation situation suddenly shouted, and the slag saga glanced, a hot woman was running to them.

"This is ... come to death?" The slag saga is a bit not understanding the drunken dreams, but he doesn't need to understand. "Hey, shoot it. Try not to play on your face, this face is really unfortunately ..."

The slag saga shook his head and turned it. He still knows that pity, kills the beauty, or give it to the rough people who don't understand the style.

Xiaochun and Tianle have received orders, shoot immediately, the two sides are separated by two hundred meters away, there is no bunker in these two hundred meters, the drunken dreams are going over, need for more than about twelve seconds, while twelve, enough The three people of the Blue Moon team played a thousand bombs.

In an instant, the gunshots are mastered, almost every second, there are hundreds of bullets falling around the drunken dreams, but the footsteps of the drunken dreams have no helves.

She stared in front of her eyes, and two slender slender legs finally played an advantage. Every step, they could cross a large distance, and the wind bloated her long hair. She continued to beaten, jumped in the grunge rain. Jazz in Latin.

Dancers and dance are beautiful, but the music is only bullets and curse.

I can't get drunk dreams, the enemy's gun method is fruitful, although the body is not careful to be raining, but there is no hurt, and the bulletproof clothes have also played some effects, and the distance between two hundred meters is shortened, and the eye There is only half of the length left.

"Can come ... can come!" The drunken dreams have begun to breathe, and every time she takes the footsteps, she has exhausted the whole body, and every dodge, but also to the body's potential to the limit.

"Hui Ge! The woman runs too fast, we can't play her!" Xiaochun saw the drunken dreams getting closer and closer, starting.

The slag saga has been prepared to get the corpse until he heard the shouting of Xiaochun, he looked up and looked at it.

The drunken dreams are still moving quickly, full of chests, because of the urgent breathing and fluctuations, the slag, can't help but lick the lips, "a group of waste ... not to force the hero to kill the beauty!"

He struggled to take out, bending the m249 of nearly 20 kilograms of the ground, slightly aiming, immediately starting to scan.

Slag quickly like this hot feeling, in us, even if the opponent is just a hands unarmed poor enemy player, he often wants to play a hundred bomb. Whenever he holds a big pineapple, I feel that I am like Stailong, who dares the death team, the image of the unruly tough and the tract, simply like it.

However, Shite Long probably not fight the opponent?

Even at the m249 violent shooting, the bullet has turned into a hopper, but the one flexible woman is still hiding in the past!

"Operation! I have seen ghosts!" The slag sagage gains can't believe that the woman hid a wave of tears in front of him, but she didn't even see how she did it!

This situation this scene has a flight shooting game such as the Thunder fighter playing in the red white machine.

Drunning dreams is the poor small airplane controlled by the player, rushing forward all the way, can only dodge but can't counterattack, and the slag saga is the evil BOSS, he has put the entire screen of the bullet spit, but the player Actually, I still hide!

"Well, forced me to make a big move ..." The slag sague changed a posture, tightly holding a gun body, then

The drunken dream is still running, and the bullets whose whistling, and the bullets have disappeared, the gunshots have stopped.