Chapter 343
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Everyone stood there motionless, like statues. Suddenly, the head of the soldier closest to the elevator twitched as if he had discovered something.
He turned his head to look at the elevator beside him and found that it was still in a stopped state. A trace of doubt appeared on his face under the mask. He had clearly heard the faint sound of the elevator moving. Could it be that he had heard wrongly?
Just as he was listening attentively again, under his gaze, the two elevator doors that were originally closed suddenly opened slowly.
The eyelids of the soldier who was listening carefully under his helmet suddenly widened. However, before he could raise his gun to aim at the elevator doors or sound a warning, a pair of black pistols quickly stretched out from the half-opened elevator doors and pointed at both sides. One of the pistols was pointed at him!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After two consecutive gunshots, the two soldiers closest to the elevator doors had their helmets smashed and fell backward.
When the other soldiers heard the gunshots and raised their guns and turned around, Chen Mo's hands did not stop moving. He quickly changed directions and fired at the most threatening target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! … "
Continuous gunshots rang out. Every gunshot was accompanied by a soldier who fell to the ground. When the other soldiers turned around and raised their guns to aim at Chen Mo, the elevator doors had already opened halfway. Chen Mo raised his arms and shot forward and to both sides as he quickly rushed out of the elevator.
After rushing out of the elevator, Chen Mo's figure flashed quickly. He dodged the bullets coming from all directions while shooting at the surrounding targets in various positions.
The power of Gun Kungfu was exerted to the extreme. Every shot took a person's life. However, Chen Mo predicted all the incoming bullets in advance and dodged them.
These soldiers guarding the Pope were much more elite than the militants of the contraband trafficking organization outside the city. Although he had killed many of them before they could react, Chen Mo still felt unprecedented pressure under the attack of the remaining twenty or so people.
Even though he had deliberately maintained the physical fitness of a senior cleric, he was only at the level of a relatively strong ordinary person, about the same as a top special forces soldier. Under the siege of more than twenty elite soldiers, he was under a lot of pressure just by relying on the calculation and deduction of Gun Kungfu to dodge the attacks. His brain was constantly working at high speed, and he didn't dare to relax at all.
However, this was exactly what Chen Mo hoped for. After this period of crazy combat training, his current level of Gun Kungfu was comparable to that of John Peston, the strongest High Priest. However, he felt that he had not reached the limit of Gun Kungfu. It was just that it would be very difficult for him to continue improving.
These were the most elite soldiers of the Church who guarded the Pope, and they were the best training targets for him.
One by one, the soldiers were killed by Chen Mo's bullets. However, the number of soldiers here did not decrease. Instead, it gradually increased.
Following Chen Mo's massacre, the soldiers guarding this floor were all attracted by the gunshots. A large number of soldiers poured out from the three opposite passages. They were even faster than Chen Mo's incomparably fast killing speed.
Chen Mo had no choice but to focus 120%. While calculating all kinds of data faster, he tried to speed up the killing speed to ensure that the number of people on the scene increased slowly.
As the number of soldiers on the scene increased, Chen Mo's pressure also increased. He also used Gun Kungfu to the extreme. Chen Mo could clearly feel that his Gun Kungfu was rapidly improving in this kind of overloaded battle. In order to maintain this perfect "training" state, Chen Mo even deliberately broke the soldiers' helmets when the number of soldiers on the scene began to decrease. This allowed them to take off their helmets and continue fighting.
When more than thirty people on the scene had all taken off their helmets, Chen Mo began to attack their legs.
These soldiers had all been injected with the "Bossian" drug. They did not know fear at all. Even if they were injured, they still stood against the wall or directly knelt on the ground and continued to attack Chen Mo.
The ground beside them was already full of dead soldiers. The blood gushing out of the corpses flowed to their feet, but they were not affected at all.
More than thirty people were the limit of what Gun Kungfu could handle. If there were more, the barrage of bullets would be too dense and there would be no room to dodge.
In the beginning, Chen Mo felt a lot of pressure. Later, as the battle progressed, his mastery of Gun Kungfu became more and more proficient and profound. It seemed to have become an instinct. A complete set of automatic processing software was generated in his brain. All the calculations were automatically carried out in his mind. His reaction speed became faster and faster, and the battle became easier and easier.
Gun Kungfu was finally mastered in this high-intensity battle, and its power had also greatly improved.
When Chen Mo felt that he could calmly deal with the current situation and no longer improve his Gun Kungfu, there was not a single soldier on the scene who was still standing. Both of their legs had been shot, and they could not even lean against the wall. They all knelt on the ground and raised their guns to attack Chen Mo.
Chen Mo felt as if he had come to the Kingdom of Dwarfs. His tall figure flashed in and out of a group of people who were uniformly shorter than him. He felt like a crane in a flock of chickens.
Since there was no use in training, Chen Mo did not waste any more time. He quickly killed all the "dwarfs".
The corpses of more than a hundred soldiers completely filled the originally spacious area. The gushing blood dyed the entire ground red. It was like a bloody hell.
Chen Mo stepped on the corpses and blood on the ground and left this hellish battlefield. He walked into the passage. Every step he took left a bloody footprint on the ground.
Leaving a trail of bloody footprints that gradually faded, Chen Mo walked all the way up and finally arrived at the door of the Pope's real residence.
This was a magnificent door that was even taller and heavier than the door of the Parliament. Behind this door was the place where the dictator of Libya, the Church's faith, the supreme Pope, lived.
Chen Mo was very curious about this person who had single-handedly created the Church and Libya during the end of the nuclear war. Now, he was finally going to meet him!
Chen Mo stepped forward and reached out to push the door open.
Until the door was completely pushed open by Chen Mo, there were no attacks or sneak attacks.
Chen Mo was not surprised by this. He calmly walked in through the door.
This was a magnificent and artistic circular hall. Beautiful and smooth marble formed all kinds of beautiful patterns on the floor. There were more than a dozen marble pillars that were as thick as a person standing in a circle around the hall. They firmly supported the magnificent dome above.
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