Regarding the issue of luck, in fact, since his rebirth, the Tang Dynasty has lamented more than once about unlucky years, bad luck, and not looking at the almanac when going out.
But most of them are just jokes.
Anyone with a little bit of life experience can probably understand the truth: As long as you do things, nothing will go smoothly or without accidents.
What's more, his family knows his own affairs, and most of the time, what he does is not an ordinary career. In this way, it is normal to encounter many accidents, run into various emergencies, etc.
To be honest, according to the law of conservation of all things, rebirth is the greatest blessing. It is reasonable and reasonable to spend all your luck on this.
To sum up, what I gain is my luck, and what I lose is my life - this is almost the attitude of the Tang Dynasty towards metaphysical factors such as luck.
In comparison, he still advocates another saying: when you have enough courage, you may have enough luck!
By the way, this is also the creed of most members of the underground world. Therefore, once things are out of harmony, it is easy to see various inexplicable operations such as extreme tightrope walking or hitting the wall.
To put it simply - don't panic, just be brave and you can turn it around!
Of course, specific situations should be dealt with on a case-by-case basis. For example, the current Tang Dynasty seems to have been fooled by others...
Ta-ta-ta--
As soon as he stepped into the corridor with his front foot, he was struck by a sudden burst of fire from his back foot. The shadow of death passed by him in an instant, leaving a slash crater on the corner wall, causing gravel to scatter and dust to fly.
Tang Dynasty, who entered a state of battle, always had an expressionless face and was calm and calm. This performance can be seen as calm and composed, but if paired with the current gray-headed and dusty face, it will inevitably feel a bit gloomy and embarrassed.
There is nothing that can be done about it. No matter who crosses half a floor in a hail of bullets, it will probably not be easy. Tang Chao is pretty good, at least he is still alive and kicking now.
Panting quickly and breathing steadily, he unloaded the submachine gun magazine and checked the remaining bullets. There was a thin line of blood on the cuff sliding towards the wrist, and then dripping from the bottom of the palm edge.
It wasn't a bullet, it was a stab wound that had been simply bandaged before, but it had burst open again during the high-intensity exercise just now.
As if unaware, there was a click, and the submachine gun was reloaded. At the same time, across the corridor, wild laughter echoed,
"Stop hiding, Mr. World's Top Killer, do you know what you look like now? Like a mouse running around with nowhere to hide! Haha——"
Tang Chao's expression did not change. When the laughter subsided, he replied calmly: "From the tone of your voice, you seem to be very proud of your status as a minion?"
Yes, after a fight, although Tang Chao still didn't know the specific identity of the other party, he already knew the general origin.
First of all, from the obviously well-trained tactical movements and the various habits that are inadvertently exposed, it can be seen that every gunner on the other side has traces of regular military service. Of course, it is unlikely that they are in active service, they can only be retired.
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For such characters, after leaving the familiar military camps and battlefields, either for economic reasons, or for mental reasons, etc., it is difficult for a considerable number of people to integrate into normal social life. This situation is very common, especially abroad.
It is a common occurrence that the resettlement of retired soldiers is a long-standing problem in Western countries, and there is basically no hope of a cure.
That's why so many retired officers and soldiers, after enduring a boring life for a period of time, choose to pick up firearms again and go abroad to find suitable jobs in mercenary organizations in various places.
However, it is worth mentioning that not every retired soldier will eventually become a freelance mercenary. This is just one of the choices. In addition, the best among them or those with connections will choose to work for a certain person.
There are many ways to become a big shot, or to organize services for a certain group, or even to become a white glove of a certain government, etc.
The reason is also very simple. Since you have to sacrifice your life anyway, why not find yourself a better buyer?
If you guessed correctly, the group of gunmen in front of you are such existences, but the Tang Dynasty still doesn't know who they are working for. Directly calling them "minions" is actually a kind of test. As expected,
"We just accepted a commission, the kind of long-term cooperation..." As if he realized something was wrong, the Vulture paused and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Come out, Ghost, like
Fight like a man. Then die here like a man!"
It should be said that the other party's tone may be confident or even arrogant. Of course, it may also be a psychological offensive, but this optimistic attitude is actually not a big problem.
Downstairs, it was Tang Chao who unexpectedly gained the upper hand, and with his accurate marksmanship and high mobility, he was able to hit whenever he wanted and leave whenever he wanted, which was why one person pulled a group of people together.
But now, limited by the external environment, there is only a straight corridor separated by a section. When the danger is most dangerous, they are even close to each other. The only bunkers are still a few corners of the corridor. Except for this, there is no room for maneuver at all. In this case, the advantage of manpower and firepower is
One side undoubtedly takes the absolute initiative, and the offensive and defensive situation should naturally be reversed.
This is also the reason why the Tang Dynasty is so embarrassed today. It's not that they don't want to fight back, but that they can't fight back. After all, no matter how good your marksmanship is, you still have to pay attention to the basic method. As soon as he raised his hand to raise his gun, a dozen submachine guns were set up on the opposite side.
How do you play?
Of course, there is no way to continue like this. No one knows whether the bullet that penetrates the vital point will be the next one.
Taking a deep breath, his ears moved slightly. Tang Chao didn't even look at it, he just stuck the muzzle of the submachine gun out of the corner, squeezed the trigger, and a wave of faith came and fired!
Belief, playing is metaphysics, let alone the actual hit rate. And even if it happens to hit, it will basically not cause any damage based on the tactical equipment of the opponent. The main purpose is to suppress the opponent's advancement speed, but,
"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!"
"Ah! My leg—Farke! Farke! I've been shot, I've been shot again—"
...and any unexpected gains?
And why does this sound sound familiar?
It was the black man trapped in the elevator shaft. Although he had been shot before, it did not hit his vitals. It was insignificant. Naturally, he followed the large troops and acted together. Unexpectedly, he was unlucky to be shot again. He performed what he had done.
Do not save evil for the sake of mystery.
A small incident does not affect the overall situation.
After emptying the magazine, Tang Chao simply threw away the submachine gun, crossed his arms, pulled out pistols from both sides of his waist, quickly ran through the floor plan of the building in his mind, and rushed out.
Passing through several corridor corners on the way, without raising an eyebrow, he fired casually, and the surveillance camera above his head simply exploded.
It wasn't necessary to hit him before, because he couldn't lock it vertically, and he was afraid of alerting others. But it's different now. Now that he's been exposed, he can't keep his eyes on his head anymore.
However, while this operation isolates the other party's line of sight, it also undoubtedly exposes one's own position.
Soon, in the corridor on the east side of the floor and at the end of the corridor on the right, a figure swayed behind the gap in the fire iron door that opened quietly.
It was not the Vulture and his group, but the gunmen who came up from downstairs.
The purpose is obvious, which is to cooperate with the Vultures and completely block the firefighting corridors on the east and west sides.
I have to admit that this group of gunners is indeed an elite group. At least there is no problem with their fighting will. Even though they were thrown into disarray by the Tang Dynasty before, they still have the necessary tactical qualities and their execution efficiency is impeccable.
Picky.
Of course, it was inevitable to make some mistakes while moving in a hurry, such as not noticing the smooth floor a few steps in front of them, the bright moonlight shining through the outer window on the side, and also illuminating their shadows.
This is nothing, especially in the current dark environment, it is not even a mistake.
Even Tang Chao didn't deliberately look over there, but the next moment, when he passed through the fork in the corridor, the muzzle of the gun in his hand suddenly turned horizontally, as if he was predicting the unknown, when the gun hit the person, bang, bang -
The first shot was the sound of a gunshot, and blood flowers bloomed in response. The half of the helmet that was cautiously protruded fell back and disappeared in an instant!
The second sound was the sound of the fire door slamming shut, and vaguely, uncontrollable exclamations and commotion could be heard.
Obviously, this was like a cheating shot, which shocked the opponent so much that he did not dare to open the iron door again for a while.
"Jason is silent...the target...the target is outside the east fire corridor..."
"Very good! Don't let him enter the corridor, block him, we are behind!"
"Well, he shouldn't be able to get in, but I'm afraid we can't block him... Sorry, boss. In fact, we are blocked in the corridor and can't get out... His shooting skills are so accurate! Jason just showed his head
, I took one look, and the person was gone..."
"...Shit!"
After a few seconds of silence and curses, Vulture and the others finally caught up to the fork in the corridor. They waved their hands and made simple gestures. Under the cover of the two team members, they quickly ducked down and raised their guns. It was a pretty standard tactical action. However, the fire fighters
The corridor outside the corridor was already empty.
With a slight sigh of relief, the vulture stood up with a sullen face, pressed the gun, and roared at the iron fire door at the end of the corridor: "Why are you still hiding there? Get out!"
There is indeed reason to be angry. After all, he finally tracked down his whereabouts and was about to encircle and strangle him. However, because his team members were not strong enough, not to mention cooperating with the action, they were not even able to delay the time. The target easily escaped again. I felt natural.
Very bad!
However, at this moment, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. He turned his head, followed the eyes of the team members behind him, and looked towards the end of the corridor on the left. Under the shiny bald head, his sharp eyes suddenly focused!
It was a company with a rather grand entrance layout. Through the tempered glass door, several English letter logos were faintly visible, hanging on the wall above the reception desk. It seemed to be a home appliance sales company.
Of course, no matter what company they are in, most people are now leaving get off work. The one in front of me is no exception. The door is locked, and it is dark and quiet inside.
It's normal, nothing special.
But the vulture slowly raised its arm, attracting the attention of all the surrounding team members, and then silently fell down, pointing in the air.
The group of people dispersed knowingly, walking slowly and quickly, and arrived in front of the tempered glass door.
It was at this time that the abnormality began to appear. It came from the stainless steel sliding door handle on the right, and there were one or two shadows on it that were not very obvious. It is difficult to detect it from a little distance, but if you are close, you can find it.
That's not dirt or wear and tear, but blood stains!
I tried to raise my hand and push it gently, but sure enough, the seemingly locked glass door opened easily.
Playing in darkness under the light? The most dangerous place is the safest place? Hehe... The vulture consciously saw through the calculation, grinned silently, and then without hesitation, pushed the door open and entered.
Quickly control the front desk, and then, look inside and see almost endlessly. The huge office space is as spectacular and messy as a flea market, with countless office cubicles, as well as the intricate office areas of other departments inside, etc.
The gunmen looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
This company... seems a bit big!
After a moment of silence, "Dylan, go out and check if there is a back door. Black Star, you stay and guard the front desk."
"The rest of the people spread out and advance step by step. Don't lose sight of your teammates. Search area by area. Don't miss any corner... Fake, damn capitalist!"
It is said that there is no turning back when the bow is drawn. Since we are chasing you to this point, we naturally cannot give up easily.
However, even so, when it came to the back, the vulture was a little bit off guard, especially when looking at the rows of densely packed grids under the dim light, for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. But he was immediately thrown away.
In the back of his mind, he believed that his judgment was correct and the ghost must be hiding here!
Immediately after the order was given, a group of gunmen quickly dispersed and advanced slowly along the passage inside the cubicle with guns. Because there were so many points that needed to be searched, there was a hiding place under almost every desk.
Not very quickly, but slowly and gradually it penetrates deeper into the company.
At this moment, in the left corner of the tempered glass door, behind a lush and well-maintained low green bonsai, a figure quietly stood up and turned out silently like a ghost.
The vulture's judgment was correct. The Tang Dynasty was indeed hiding here, right under his nose, but he couldn't find it.
What does it mean for a skilled person to be bold? This is it. You must know that if Tang Chao was discovered just now, even if he has great ability, he will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being shot on the wall by countless bullets.
There is no doubt that this was a huge gamble, but the Tang Dynasty won the bet.
Turning his head silently, a few steps away, a blurry back figure that almost blended into the dark environment, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the seat outside the front desk.
The sitting posture is not very regular, as if he has ADHD, and he twists his neck and upper body from time to time. One right leg is stretched straight, dragging on the ground... If the time and place are not wrong, and there is a submachine gun on the table next to him, it looks really real
Like customers who go to the bank counter to do business.
They bumped into each other three times in one night, and they were considered acquaintances. Yes, it was the same black man who was trapped in the elevator shaft before, codenamed Black Star.
Because he was shot and wounded twice, this unlucky guy was arranged to stay at the front desk, which was considered a reasonable use. But obviously, this unlucky guy's journey tonight is not over yet...
Approaching quietly, the latter found a work badge from the table. On it was a half-length photo of a Latina woman. Not to mention her appearance, she was basically the same as someone who could work as a front desk in a large company. Anyway, right now
This guy looked at him and made a sound.
"Does it look good?"
"nice!"
"Look at it slowly in the next life."
"Uh-huh?!"
Poof - tense, struggling, twitching, the process lasted for about ten seconds, until the Latina beauty's work badge at the front desk was completely crumpled in the black palm, and finally the arm drooped weakly, and everything became dead silence.
He pulled out the dagger, wiped it on the body with some disgust, put it away, turned around, and walked towards the door.
At this time, basically all the gunmen are here. If you choose to go out, it is naturally the best time. The road outside is smooth.
However, with a click, Tang Chao locked the tempered glass door expressionlessly. Then he calmly turned around and picked up the submachine gun on the front desk table.
I have to admit that this decision is a bit superior, but who doesn’t have a temper?
You won’t let me leave, right? Okay, then don’t leave!