The sudden battle started in an instant. There was no shouting, no piercing alarm, and no need. Is there any more obvious warning than the sound of gunfire and the roar of explosions?
I don't think so.
At the entrance to the fifth floor corridor, smoke filled the air, and the death passage exploded by grenades. A group of people surrounded Pupa and quickly stepped over several corpses on the ground and continued to climb up the stairs. This is considered a small level, but there is actually a high chance of success in cheating it.
Yes, it's like they came here smoothly, but it's not necessary. It would take a lot of time, and it is far less convenient and faster than throwing a grenade and clearing the obstacles directly.
This is what a raid looks like.
When it's time to break, it's time to make a quick decision.
As for being exposed, it will happen sooner or later, so don't worry about it. In fact, the fact that they can reach here is equivalent to the success of the raid... The subsequent march also proved this, with no warning and temporary betrayal.
, the defense force in the building was caught off guard and could not react at all. Even if a few people and several guns rushed in, they were instantly suppressed in a short exchange of fire, unable to form an effective resistance at all.
The layers of defense were easily penetrated until they reached the ninth floor.
A part of the manpower stayed behind to suppress the enemy, and Pupa led another part of the manpower to forcefully attack the corridor. The defense strength here was obviously much higher, but it still could not stop the progress of Pupa and others. After just a few rounds of firefights,
The important corridor was simply taken down. This is not to say that the foreign gunman who fell on the ground was too naive, but that the security stairs at the other end also had people arranged by Pupa to rush up. Under attack from both sides, how could it be possible?
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"Room 909..."
Amid the strong smell of gunpowder and blood, Pupa, who had never made a move along the way, raised his head, squinted slightly and looked at the wooden door of the room in the middle of the corridor. That was the room where the target, Waranke, lived. This was confidential information, and outsiders had no way of knowing it.
, but as the saying goes, it is difficult to guard against domestic thieves day and night, so it is not surprising that the gods who are also stationed in the hotel know some inside information.
He stepped forward first, walked more than ten feet away, then suddenly paused, twisted around, and performed a standard Muay Thai side kick. The wooden door next to him seemed to be hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck. There was a loud bang, and the sound hidden behind the door was also heard.
Two gun-wielding figures flew out of the air, crossed the entire hall in the room, hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, shattered in an uproar, and disappeared into the night with panic screams.
The power, angle, and timing of the attack are all perfect, but the key is to hide the details. According to common sense, a side kick of this force will definitely break the entire wooden door, even if it is solid, but Pupa
The effect of this side kick was not the same, the fan flew straight out
The surface of the wooden door that went out was intact. Rather than being kicked away, it was better to say that it had been completely removed... These are two completely different realms. The former can only show rough strength, but the latter is unique.
The perfect combination of power generation method and meticulous technique.
It is no exaggeration to say that with just this side kick, he has truly mastered his martial arts skills to the core, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a master.
In fact, Pupa is a master, a Muay Thai master. He is not the kind who fought in actual combat, but a master who was killed on the battlefield of life and death. His expressionless dead face is not born with facial paralysis, but was caused by
Battlefield artillery fire destroyed facial nerves.
With such a powerful master who knows the rules of the battlefield opening the way, the gunmen hiding in the rooms on both sides will naturally not have any chance. With a punch or a kick, the door will be blown away or the reinforced concrete wall will be penetrated. The sneak attack has not yet begun.
This was nipped in the bud, and in just over ten seconds, the group arrived at the door of Room 909.
Looking at the house number close at hand, he clicked, "Isn't it difficult... I really don't understand what Kitouji and the others are struggling with, why don't they just do it and be done with it?" Probably success was imminent, so he pulled out the shotgun and fired.
A young man couldn't help but speak to break the solemn atmosphere of the raid. He smiled and shook his head disapprovingly. He simply raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed it at the door lock, and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, "Back off!" The peaceful Zen mood in Pupa's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he kicked his legs and retreated without thinking.
Bang, boom——
The moment the door lock shattered, a large ball of blazing flames suddenly jumped out from behind the door, instantly melting the young man standing in front of the door. It hit the opposite wall, separated left and right, and caught up with several voices and shadows beside the door who had no time to retreat.
I couldn't even scream, it was swallowed up instantly, the air waves rolled, and the ground shook...
Downstairs, Hitomi Hitoshi, who had just burst into the hotel from the side door, heard the muffled thunder that sounded like it was exploding in his ears. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the ceiling. The dim wall lamp flickered and jumped, then went out. Not just here.
, the light sources inside and outside the entire hotel building disappeared, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness.
A technician's report came from the headset, "The hotel's power supply has been cut off, and the surveillance screen has disappeared... There is signal interference, and it is being resolved..."
Well, before we even planned this, an accident came first. But it was within the tolerance of Hitomi Hitoshi, or he had expected it. He pressed the call button and asked, "What happened to the explosion just now?"
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"I don't know, Bai Ye sneaked into the kitchen."
"There is something wrong with our raid route. No, the opponent has moved. We are temporarily blocked in the southwest corner of the hotel... The explosion, judging from the height, should be the ninth floor..."
"It's the ninth floor, in the middle... The Night Owl sniper point is in position, phew..." The rustling electric voice was mixed with a little breath. It was obvious that the sniper who was in place at the first time did not have an easy position. He paused and then said
"According to the hotel floor plan, the location of the explosion is the room where the target in the intelligence data lives."
"Where's 821? Is there any movement in the guest room at the west end of the eighth floor?" That was the room where Molloy lived in the intelligence data. Apparently, Hitomi was more concerned about the movements of the former than the target.
"The curtains are closed, and I can't see any movement from my angle."
"Okay, Night Owl, I'll go up from the safety stairs on the west side later."
"clear!"
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At this time, in the north hotel, the guest room has a floor-to-ceiling exterior window, behind the gap in the curtain.
A figure stood expressionless, looking silently towards the flickering fire in the south. He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, put it down, and silently raised his head and rolled his eyes in the darkness.
"Three lotus roots floating in the green pond!"
What are you afraid of? The key is really here!
Depressed, for sure, but more of it is actually confused and confused. There is no reason. Someone claims to know a lot about this old friend, Hitomi Hitoshi. After all, they have carried guns together, shared dirty laundry together, and gone whoring together.
Having been in prostitution, the four pillars of life account for most of it, and the familiar things can no longer be familiar.
Personality, shooting habits, methods of action, etc., if you don't know everything, at least you know it. But the current style of attacking immediately after testing is really not something that the other party can do... Could it be that I still underestimated your boredom?
How sexy is it? I talk about being a teenager, and occasionally do some sexy stuff?
Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
He held his forehead and sighed, and at the same time his ears moved slightly. In the room separated by a wall, there was a slight sound of opening the window... Although there was a thousand meters distance between them, the sound of gunfire and explosions there became very low with the night wind.
Inaudible, basically non-existent
It is possible to be awakened from sleep. But that is for ordinary people, but it is sensitive enough for members living in the underground world... There was a pause of about seven or eight seconds, and there was a hissing sound of cold air.
, the window was decisively closed again.
Tang Chao also lowered the curtains at the same time, stood still in the darkness for a while, then silently turned around and walked towards the sink.
He is different from the guy next door. The latter can choose to turn a blind eye, pretend to be an ostrich and bury his head in the sand, as if nothing happened. But he can't. This approach is too risky for him.
It is determined that the risk factor is too high. If you are lucky, you can escape, but if you are not lucky, it will be too late to do anything until the chaos spreads before your eyes...
In fact, the chaos is already here, just not under your nose, but above your nose.
Ten minutes later.
Tang Chao climbed up the stairs leading to the top floor and came to the iron door. He glanced at the rusty copper lock hanging in the air and saw that it had been opened. However, he raised his palm and pressed it on the iron door but it still did not move.
Well, it was pinned from the outside, probably with iron rods, steel pipes or something.
This is not a problem that can be solved at the technical level.
It is quite ironic to say that the rapid changes in technology cannot be reflected in some fields. For example, for doors, no matter how sophisticated and high-tech a lock is, it cannot compare to a large iron rod to bolt the door. Simple, sometimes
It means there are fewer flaws.
He walked down the stairs, looked around, and came to a skylight that was higher than his head. The window area was a bit small, and it could barely fit a person in. Tang Chao did not open the window immediately, but stood underneath and looked up and squinted for a while.
, then he raised his hand and groped for something by the window, and after a while he pinched out a hair-thin steel wire.
Haha, it's quite a thief... This is a warning device, a common trick of snipers, especially snipers who work alone without observers. As long as the environment requires it, they will basically set up similar warning devices near the sniper point to avoid concentrating.
While taking aim, someone steals my ass silently.
It has to be said that the colleague on the rooftop above is indeed professional enough, and the location of the warning trap is also very thoughtful. Ordinary people would choose to place it at the iron door, but this person thought further and placed it at the outer window... It's a pity.
The thing is, the guy who came to steal his ass now is also professional, and he is also a professional cunt!
Opening the window, there was no need to run. He just jumped up and lightly leaned on the window sill, then nimbly passed through the window. While his whole body was suspended in the air, he twisted his waist and made a movement similar to a kite turning over. He raised his hand and put it on the edge of the rooftop, and glanced left and right.
Turning over in a swaggering manner.
The view from the rooftop is not wide, mainly because there are more than ten stainless steel water tanks, several on the east and several on the west, piled up randomly in an array.
I landed silently and walked around several obstacle water tanks. On the edge of the southern rooftop, a figure lying on the ground like a giant gecko jumped into my sight.
He walked closer and took a general look at the suitcase, sniper rifle, rappelling rope, including the blanket underneath him that could protect him from the cold and leave as few traces as possible... He was fully equipped, and he was indeed a professional. At this time, he was turning his head to concentrate on the suit.
I was wearing a high-magnification infrared lens, and from time to time I raised my hand to press the call button on the headset and said something in Japanese. I could actually understand it.
"...Go straight, the corridor entrance is safe, the stair turning is safe... Oh, there is someone on the left side of the exit. They must have noticed something and are ambush. Small problem, wait a moment, wait a moment..."
He muttered softly, sounding like he was guiding the gun. The next moment, bang, the muzzle fire trembled, but the movement was not big. It was equipped with a silencer, and it quickly dissipated in the night wind. But it was still the same sentence.
Words, this voice cannot be hidden from the experts. It is precisely because of this that Tang Chao made up his mind to touch it. How could he endure it even if he fired a gun above his head?
In other words, if he can endure it, can the person who is being sniped endure it? When the latter notices the sniper point here and sends people to surround and kill them, the two sides will take advantage of the situation and fight... Then this place will follow the footsteps of the hotel in the south.
Okay, this is a scene that the Tang Dynasty would never allow to see.
"...The obstacle has been cleared. Push the door and you will reach the eighth floor. If you go inside, you will no longer be in my sight...Okay, Night Owl will close the line."
After releasing the call button, the sniper temporarily left the high-power lens, lifted his bangs from his forehead, and blinked at the bright stars in the distance in front of him. This was to relieve eye fatigue. His chiseled side face looked a bit handsome.
The bangs were scattered and flying in the night wind, and it felt a bit like Rukawa Kaede... Someone commented while holding his chin.
After a short rest and exhaling, Rukawa Kaede lowered his body again, put his right eye into the high-power scope, and moved the muzzle, "Let us search for the next prey, Hun Sang... How about this yellow hair? British? French? German
People? Poles? Norwegians...who cares, it's better to be British, I hate the arrogant English, although their afternoon tea is not bad, especially the cream tea, the taste is very unique, what do you think?
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All kinds of random thoughts, looking like a talkative woman, completely inconsistent with the cold image of just pulling the trigger and killing people thousands of meters away. But Tang Chao, who was standing behind like a ghost, did not look strange at all.
Most of the killers are lonely patients. The special nature of their profession means that they will not have many people to talk to. It is common to have no one. Over time, they will either become severely autistic, or they will change the people they talk to. For example, the soul sang in this mouth now should be
It's the distance in his hand
Cheng sniper rifle, which is considered within the normal scope like potted plants, pets, etc., there are many weird ones, such as inflatable dolls, spoons, a piece of toilet paper, a screw... in short, everything except human beings,
Oh, dead people can do it, this is normal...
Shaking his head, he leaned over, pulled out the tactical dagger from the outside of the opponent's calf, and passed it around his neck... "Rukawa Kaede" was naturally aware of this process, but he was touched in this position quietly and still stood there for so long.
, the difference between whether there is a reaction or not is really not big.
"Do you need to tell your last words to your soul?"
"……Who are you?"
The blade flashed and hissed softly, like the wind. When the suddenly stiff body beneath him gradually softened, he patted the sniper rifle lying on the edge of the rooftop, as if patting an acquaintance on the shoulder. Tang Chao looked solemn,
His tone was light: "Hunsang, I have a nickname with the same name as you, Ghost."
After answering, he picked up the sniper's body, walked back a few steps, picked a stainless steel water tank at random, opened the lid, and threw it in with a pop, then turned around and threw the suitcase, blanket and hunsang in... You can't drink tap water directly, right?
Makes sense...
After roughly tidying up, facing the biting cold wind, I squinted at the hotel to the south. Since I didn’t want to sleep well, let’s have some fun... I let out a long breath, grabbed the rappel and jumped down...