Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out. The six elite soldiers who had just broken through the door were all shot in the head.
Only two sounds could be heard because the firing speed was simply too fast. In almost 0.2 seconds, Chen Feng had locked onto the elite special forces soldier who had broken through the door. He had predicted, locked onto, and killed him in one go.
Then, the chair turned, and two Glock 17s were aimed at the French windows. Bang, bang, in an extremely short time, four enemies who were about to rope down were shot dead before they could break the window, and their bodies were hung outside the window.
In less than 5 seconds, Chen Feng had managed to turn the tables in one go, executing an extremely perfect assault.
Chen Feng picked up an M870 shotgun from under his desk and walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the office, Chen Feng, with his extremely sharp ears, had already opened fire at the corridor on the right.
The single-headed bullet loaded on the M870 shotgun knocked down a heavy armored soldier.
"A thickened enemy?" Chen Feng smiled as he walked forward. At this moment, a soldier suddenly raised his gun and fired from the corner of the wall. Raising his gun referred to a shooting method where one's body did not extend out of cover, but instead used one's hand to extend the muzzle of the gun to shoot blindly.
Although it could not hit accurately, it could effectively suppress the enemy.
However, just as he pulled out his gun, Chen Feng, who had been on guard the entire time, pulled the trigger and knocked his weapon away.
In the next second, the ruthless enemy took out his combat dagger and pounced at him. Chen Feng used his right hand to block, while his left hand grabbed the dagger and slashed at the enemy's neck.
As the soldier struggled to get up, Chen Feng had already walked over and stepped on his chest. The M870 shot through his defenseless neck.
Hawkeye Vision was truly too powerful. This was especially so after consuming the NTZ-48 brain overclock and obtaining Hawkeye Vision. Chen Feng felt that his brain was operating at an extremely high speed, just like a supercomputer.
Although his perception range was only 20 meters, he was like a fish in water in such a complicated close-range battle.
It was like playing a game, opening the map, predicting where the enemy was, what attack route they might use, or even marking the enemy and slowly thinking of a way to deal with them.
Using it on the battlefield was practically undefeatable. In addition, Chen Feng's currently overpowered brain could rapidly think of the most advantageous battle strategy and determine which battle strategy he should use to annihilate the enemy with the least amount of losses.
Chen Feng continued to move forward. Using the M870, he was like John Doe. Wick was shooting smoothly as well. He held the bullets in his hand and fired with his shotgun. Every time he fired, he would immediately insert a bullet into the magazine.
A Remington M870, a shotgun that could fire one shot at a time, had given him the effect of an AA-12 magazine gun.
Right at this moment, Chen Feng suddenly sensed a different aura. An object in the shadows was lunging at him at high speed. He dodged to the side.
A shadow appeared. A Licker jumped down from the ceiling and roared threateningly at Chen Feng.
The corners of his mouth curled up. He threw the M870 that had emptied its magazine to the side and charged fearlessly at the Forager.
The Licker suddenly spat out its tongue, which could be considered a weapon, at Chen Feng. However, at this moment, Chen Feng dodged and kicked the wall beside him. A cold light flashed from his floating body.
When Chen Feng landed on the ground, the dagger was covered in blood. The head of the Licker fell to the ground.
However, this was only the appetizer. Chen Feng picked up his phone and looked at the camera. Countless red dots were currently gathering around him.
Chen Feng walked to the safety passage and opened the door. At this moment, an elite soldier who was about to open the door had a stunned expression on his face. He immediately used the MK18 in his hand to fight Chen Feng.
Chen Feng patted the muzzle of his gun and fired a few bullets at the ceiling. He took a step forward and threw a punch. He then casually threw a punch at the upper three sides, his neck and other exposed parts, elbowing his opponent.
At this moment, the members behind him had just reacted. Chen Feng retreated and successfully pulled the corpse up. A series of gunshots rang out.
The corpse was almost shot into a sieve. However, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. Chen Feng grabbed the MK18 and turned the muzzle, firing at the three special forces soldiers in the corridor.
Outside the simulated Umbrella Building, 2B sat elegantly on a bench by the street. She watched the fierce battle on the stairs through her tactical goggles and held a stopwatch in one hand.
There were 8 minutes and 40 seconds left on the stopwatch.
Chen Feng's goal was to single-handedly annihilate the enemy within 15 minutes.
The gunshots continued, and each gunshot lasted for a very short time. Each exchange of fire lasted about 10 seconds, and each exchange of fire meant that four or six enemies were killed.
Chen Feng was not only facing these enemies. He was also facing zombie dogs, lickers, and even zombies.
These creatures would not attack the main enemies. The difficulty of simulating elite soldiers was even more difficult.
Moreover, Chen Feng had to maintain his stamina. Such a high-intensity battle would consume a large amount of his stamina, not to mention that it was a limited time.
He had been training in this scenario for a long time. Every time the enemy was deployed, the direction of attack would be different.
Chen Feng's initial goal was to only survive more than 10.
And he had survived this cruel scenario simulation training time and time again.
Finally, Chen Feng reached the first floor from the top floor. There was still one minute left…
Guarding the hall on the first floor was the biological weapon Umbrella was most proud of, the Tyrant named T-103.
" Roar!" Seeing Chen Feng appear, Tyrant roared and charged toward him. Even the floor was shaking violently.
He dodged the violent attack, and the floor that was hit by the Tyrant shattered.
Chen Feng did not retreat. Instead, he advanced. With a frenzied right kick, he landed on the hand of the T-103 Tyrant.
"Die!" Borrowing the momentum, Chen Feng kicked out three times in a frenzy, accurately hitting the Tyrant's elbow. The Tyrant's elbow that was prepared to attack was forcefully shattered, rendering the Tyrant powerless.
The moment he landed, he took out his tactical dagger and slashed the Tyrant's knee.
The T-103 sat down on its knees due to its knee injury. The Glock, which only had one competitive armor-piercing bullet left, pierced through the Tyrant's brain.
The T-103 slowly fell to the ground.
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