Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 187 Meteorite
The elevator whose power was cut off started again under Bradley's mutant ability, and continued to go upstairs.

"Do me a favor, James."

Gao Feng turned to look at Uncle Wolf and said with a smile.

"it is good."

James tilted his head, rolled his eyes, sighed helplessly, squeezed sideways to the front, then stood there motionless, and began to prepare.

Well, he was preparing to wait a while to get more shots.

All members of the Special Operations Team have their own positioning. For example, Agent Zero is a sharpshooter. Although he is also excellent in tracking technology, he is still incomparable with James Howlett's nose.

In addition, James Howlett is also a target to attract the attention of the enemy. With his immortal body, he will not be killed by the usual means, so sometimes he will actively expose his own existence to attract the attention of the enemy, creating for others Chance.

Although the saber-toothed tiger Victor is usually the one that is easier to attract the enemy, but the saber-toothed tiger is too difficult to control, and sometimes not only can't play the role of creating attack opportunities for others, but will cause unnecessary troubles instead. James Howlett is much better off.

And at this time, it is time for him to play this role.

The elevator slowly went up to the twelfth floor of the top floor. When it reached the eleventh floor, Gao Feng's hands were already holding a submachine gun and a pistol respectively. At the same time, he closed his eyes slightly.

The light in the eyes slowly faded away, turning into a daze, and predicting the future has quietly activated.

Ding!
A pleasant chirping sounded, and the elevator door slowly opened.

"Drink!"

The moment the loud shouting sounded, James flashed sideways out of the elevator door that hadn't been fully opened. He was extremely fast and rushed a few steps in an instant.

Then, gunshots rang out.

The people on the top floor already knew about the arrival of the special attack team. Not to mention the inexplicable restart of the elevator that had been cut off, the situation shown on the monitoring screen had already let the people in the building know what to do next.

Therefore, as soon as James Howlett rushed out of the elevator, he immediately opened fire, and all the guns in the top floor planned to focus their fire.

And this is the opportunity that the peak needs.

He doesn't have the cool knife skills of Wade Wilson. He can wield two knives like a windmill and block all incoming bullets, so he can only deal with the situation in this way.

But he believes that there will always be a day, and Wade Wilson will also lose this kind of knife technique one day, um, he firmly believes!
Walking away, Gao Feng raised his arms and raised his gun, and his precision shooting skills were naturally brought into play. Flames spewed out from the muzzle of the submachine gun, and the pistol immediately fired bullets, firing according to what he saw and heard in the future prediction.

Da da da da da! ——

Bang bang bang! ——

Two bursts of gunfire merged into one, and dozens of bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another, piercing the air with scorching tracks, and finally hit the enemy without exception.

Precise shooting doesn't mean hitting every shot, but with peak physical fitness and this skill, you can almost hit every shot.

One second, two seconds, less than three seconds, the magazine was empty.

The enemy didn't react until they died. Their attention was attracted by James Howlett, so they were killed by Gao Feng's gun without knowing it.

"It's done, sir."

Gao Feng raised his gun and looked back with a smile.

William Stryker stepped out of the elevator, took off his gloves, and inadvertently glanced at the cowering people who were captured by the warlord to work. Gao Feng only killed the enemies with guns just now, and these civilians who were not a threat were unscathed.

"Good job."

William Stryker patted the peak, then walked directly to the black warlord sitting behind his desk.

The warlord was frightened by James Howlett, who was unharmed by an unknown number of bullets, but he quickly came back to his senses. At this time, he saw William Stryker, who was obviously more like a leader, walking away. Come, his face was already calm and composed, his hand retracted from the table, and he touched the gun hidden under the table.

He thought to himself that these people killed so many people, if William Stryker, the leader, could be captured, there might be a chance of survival.

However, just as his palm touched the handle of the gun, the corner of his eye suddenly dimmed, and a black man holding a gun appeared beside him strangely, held down his arm, and pointed the gun at him at the same time.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

John Reese said flatly, but there is no doubt that if the other party did not do what he wanted, he would shoot without hesitation.

"The diamond is for you, it's all yours."

The black warlord raised his hands and pointed to those shiny things, his face trembling slightly, and he forced himself to endure the fear.

"I don't want your diamonds, I want this."

Before William Stryker came to do his work, he picked up a black meteorite with a metallic luster on the table, placed it in front of the warlord and said.

"It's worthless, it's just a souvenir."

The black warlord frowned in astonishment, wondering why Stryker put aside the valuable diamonds, but cared about the fast-breaking stone instead.

"Where did I find it? I want to know where it came from."

Stryker asked, staring into the Negro's eyes.

"A small village, in the remote inland, three days away from here."

The black warlord who felt that this matter was extremely absurd was dull for a moment, and he was stronger than others, so he could only answer the question honestly.

"Thank you for your frankness, sir."

After getting the answer, William Stryker smiled, then raised his head and glanced at John Reese, who was holding a gun beside the military, and nodded slightly.

"No! I answered your question, please forgive me..."

The black warlord was keenly aware of the imminent crisis, and shouted in horror with his eyes wide open, but William Stryker had already turned and walked out.

boom!
Before the words were finished, gunshots had already sounded, and the unfinished words came to an abrupt end, and there was nothing to continue.

"Gentlemen, don't waste it."

William Stryker handed the meteorite to Gao Feng, and he took care of it for the time being. He walked straight to the elevator, stopped suddenly, turned sideways, waved his hands, pointed to the lenses on the tables on both sides of the floor and said.

Of course, diamonds are valuable things. Even if it is unprocessed wool, although the purpose of this mission is not diamonds, it will not have any effect if you grab a few.

Gao Feng also grabbed a handful casually.

Leaving the building, the special attack team 'borrowed' the car and the oil tank, and went directly to the next destination, leaving only a mess of gunpowder here, waiting for the next force to enter.

……

Three days later, it was dusk again.

"Cheer up, gentlemen, we'll be there soon, about seven miles to the southwest."

William Stryker put away the map, glanced at it, and vaguely saw a village in the distance.

(End of this chapter)