Chapter 653: Is there a sniper rifle

At this time, everyone panicked, whoever was the most calm and self-sufficient had control of the overall situation.
Everyone subconsciously followed Mu Zi's arrangement, and no one questioned her.
There are many rooms on the second floor, which can be regarded as real CS scenes, but when they really want to shoot, watching the rain of bullets downstairs, they are timid again.
"No... I don't know where to fight..." Gu Cheng's face was pale and helplessly looked at Gu Yan beside him.
The downstairs has already become a melee. There are people from Gu Liang, Huo Rong, and enemies attacking. Even if there are lights in the night, it is difficult to tell who is who.
"Do you know Gu Liang?!" Mu Zi asked him.
Gu Liang? The future heir of the Gu family, a silver-gray dress, elegant and elegant, of course he knows!
"You look good, find Gu Liang, wherever he hits, you hit it!" Mu Zi opened the window and fired a shot decisively outwards, and said to others, "The bullets are limited, so shoot when you see it! Wherever Huo Rong and Gu Liang fight, they will gather the fire there!"
This is a good way. If you can't find the enemy, can you still find Gu Liang and Huo Rong?
Those two handsome guys are like phoenixes in a flock of chickens in the crowd, they are as dazzling as they have a halo, it is difficult to not see them!
Mu Zi's composure gradually calmed everyone down. Everyone dispersed and acted. From the initial panic, it slowly became bloody.
No man doesn't like guns, even the arrogant and lustful dude will give birth to the fearlessness and pride of a newborn calf once is aroused.
Gu Liang and Huo Rong's crew quickly realized that the attacker's firepower had become sparse and less dense.
Looking back, I realized that someone was shooting upstairs, distracting the opponent's fire.
There was a figure of a young girl by the window, hiding her face behind the curtains, but Gu Liang's heart trembled, instinctively that it was Mu Zi.
"Gu Shao, these people are here for us!"
Tong Wu's voice brought Gu Liang back to his senses.
He was stunned and glanced around. There were many corpses lying on the ground, and even the people brought by Huo Rong fell in a pool of blood.
The attack came too suddenly and caught people off guard.
The magician's performance attracted the people who were supposed to guard the house, so that they relaxed their guards, and the other party would take advantage of the void and sneak in.
Gu Liang hid behind a statue of an angel in the courtyard, and bullets came from time to time. He could only use his gun to fight back during the interval between attacks.
The people protecting him were pushed back by fire and scattered around, some were dead, some were still shooting.
The other party came prepared, with sufficient ammunition, but Gu Liang was obviously weak.
When Gu Liang scanned the surroundings, he saw Huo Rong not far away. The two eyes touched in the air. Huo Rong raised his chin slightly and motioned him to look far away.
Gu Liang narrowed his eyes and immediately understood what Huo Rong meant.
There is a white van outside the courtyard, and an endless stream of weapons and ammunition are delivered from the car to the hands of the attackers. If they don't kill the car, it will be very difficult for them to counterattack! Even if all these people are killed, a heavy price will be paid.
Huo Rong and Gu Liang noticed the car, as did Mu Zi by the window.
They wanted to overcome numerous obstacles and focus their firepower on that car. It was too far and too difficult.
Ke Mu Zi is condescending and has a clear advantage in terrain.
"...Not enough range." Mu Zi looked at the gun in his hand and frowned.
The front garden of Gu's house is wide and gorgeous. It is more than 100 meters from the house to the end of the lawn, not to mention the flowerbeds, fountains, statues, and trees.
The effective range of the pistol is about 50 meters, and the submachine gun is slightly better, 150 meters, but it is still not far enough.
"Is there a sniper rifle?" Mu Zi asked Gu Yan behind him, "Batley, or TAC50 is fine."