National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

TV station - underground second floor.

When Nanqiang saw the special USASA among the pile of guns, his pupils suddenly shrank!

Descend from the sky!

It was the weapon that the master gave to me that fell from the sky!

This was the weapon he used on the day he was murdered. Apparently it was taken away by the Nine-Tailed Fox's men.

Now that I have found him here again, it truly is back to its rightful owner!

"Great, now there's hope of escaping." Although there were not many Dragon Breath bullets left in the two 100-round magazines, there were still various types of bullet boxes on the nearby shelves.

When I came to the shelf, there were rows of bullet boxes.

The dark green lacquer on the surface exudes a calm atmosphere. The corresponding serial number and caliber specifications of the bullet are printed on the box.

After a quick search of the south wall, I quickly found the box with the shotgun model.

Opening the lid of the box, the full bullets shining with the unique cold luster of metal were also reflected in the pupils of the south wall.

The bullet tip is round and sharp, like a deadly elf ready to strike in the dark night.

"Just Balu, the eternal god." The south wall began to load, but also heard the conversation coming from the corridor outside the wall.

"What? Two bodies were found in the bathroom!"

"Thor has already checked the surveillance. We need to investigate quickly, or the responsibility will fall on us!"

"How unlucky it is that this happened while we were on duty!"

"At first I was wondering where those two guys went to slack off, but when I went to the toilet, I saw that they were all dead."

dong dong dong... dong dong dong...

The footsteps and the sounds of conversation gradually faded away. Cold sweat broke out behind Nanqiang, and he felt extremely nervous.

"It's over." He didn't expect the body in the toilet to be discovered so quickly.

Now how to do?

Can this sword really help him escape?

Nanqiang leaned against the wall, his heart pounding.

It's simply impossible to do it with his own strength.

This is the TV station of the Judgment Group. Even if he escapes from the TV station, he cannot escape from the huge Judgment City!

"Master, Zhang Qi, where are you..."

Nanqiang slid down the wall helplessly, looking at the confidential document pendant on his chest that Zhang Qi had once given him, and his fists slowly clenched.

"If I can do it, you can do it too. How can I know if I don't try?"

Nanqiang tried to calm himself down, quickly reloaded bullets into the Jiangtian, then tiptoed out of the weapons room and moved fearfully in the corridor.

The nine-tailed fox has already discovered the body and will soon discover his presence. He must take this opportunity to escape.

There is not much time left for the South Wall!

He turned around many times and finally found the elevator door on this floor.

Nanqiang pressed the elevator button desperately, but facial recognition appeared on the electronic screen!

"Oh damn!" Nanqiang quickly squatted down to avoid detection. After knowing that he could not go to the elevator, he quickly ran towards the corridor on the left.

As soon as he looked out of the corridor, he saw two Nine-Tailed Fox members approaching from the corridor on the right.

He was so frightened that he immediately shrank back, leaning against the wall, at a loss as to what to do.

“How long will the monitoring take?”

“It can be adjusted in five minutes.”

"There is indeed a body missing from the morgue!"

"Humph, the entire underground second floor is sealed off, that person definitely can't escape."

Boom--Boom--

After eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, Nanqiang quickly ran towards another road.

In order to prevent the noise from being too loud, he had to tiptoe while running, looking very funny and weird.

"Hu...Hu..." Nanqiang knew that he should try to avoid head-on conflict at this time, otherwise death would be waiting for him.

He narrowly avoided the patrolling Nine-Tailed Fox members in the corridor several times. The feeling of being on the verge of death was extremely torturous and he didn't want to experience it again.

I don’t know how many forks in the road I took, but I suddenly found a staircase extending downwards in front of me on the south wall!

Hearing the patrol footsteps on both sides of the corridor, he ran into the basement without thinking.

As you step in here, a foul smell hits you in the face, a mixture of damp moldy smell and a faint smell of blood, which makes you feel nauseous.

"Oh my god, there seems to be no guards here?" Looking at the completely unattended third underground floor, Nanqiang finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

The further he walked, the more he realized that this was a prison cell.

The dim torches flickered weakly in the corners of the walls. In the swaying light and shadow, one could vaguely see mottled water stains on the walls.

The ground was muddy and occasionally a few mice would run around, gnawing on some unknown dirt as if no one was around.

There were cells on either side of the cell, with a straight corridor running down the middle.

The messy straw gave off a pungent smell, and the stone slabs above the head were very low, making people feel depressed.

There was no one in the cells on either side until the south wall reached the end of the cell block.

There was a man in this cell, a sloppy old man with an untidy beard.

He curled up quietly in the corner of the cell, like a sculpture eroded by time.

His unkempt hair was tangled together, almost covering his skinny, dirt-covered face, whose cheekbones were severely sunken due to long-term hunger.

The prison uniform on his body was tattered and hung on his body in tatters, like a leaf in the wind, barely covering his body.

The skin was rough and covered with scars, with new wounds overlapping old ones. Some were covered with scabs, and some were still oozing pus and blood. These were the marks left by long-term torture.

"Hello?" Although Nanqiang couldn't recognize the person, he kicked the other person's feet through the iron pillar of the cell, trying to see if the other person was still alive.

After kicking twice, the opponent's eyes slowly opened.

"Who are you..." His voice was hoarse, weak and lifeless.

But after recognizing the torn Red Army uniform on Nanqiang's body, he suddenly sat up!

"You, you are the imperial physician of the Red Association?"