Chapter 530 I am waiting for you at the gate of hell
"The search in the left area is completed, it is safe."
"There is nothing unusual in the cubicle office area. He is not here. Which room should he hide in... Jones, slow down, you are advancing too fast... Jones?"
"Copy that. Sorry, I was distracted just now."
"What's going on?"
"It's okay, a small problem. As you know, I once served in the Middle East, and I often searched houses when I was out in the field. The feeling here... Of course, it's not that messy. But it's also a series of independent small rooms with twists and turns.
The cramped corridor, and the bullets shot from nowhere, that’s how I was injured and retired... In short, I feel very bad!"
"I think I know how you feel, man, just relax."
"Yes, at least now you don't have to worry about being injured anymore. Because with the opponent's shooting skills, as long as he points his gun at you, you can retire completely. Haha...ha..."
"..."
The laughter gradually weakened, then turned into dry laughter, and finally disappeared altogether.
Obviously, this is a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
There is basically a character like this in every team, who bounces back and forth between being inconsiderate and having a big heart. Sometimes you can't even tell whether he is purely optimistic or just stupid.
However, it is undeniable that such people are generally very popular and are good at adjusting the atmosphere. However, at the moment, the effect is obviously not satisfactory. There was a suppressed silence in the communication channel.
This is also the heavy mood of the gunmen at this time.
It's not about being afraid, after all, this is the job where you have your head in your belt, and you earn just this amount of money that is on the verge of life and death, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
But just because you're not afraid doesn't mean there's no pressure.
In fact, it is ridiculous to have a veteran who has actually been on the battlefield search an office building in a bustling city and find a war zone. The huge psychological pressure it represents can be seen!
"Ahem. I like your sense of humor. Don't say it next time. Okay, let's continue..."
"Stop!" At this time, the vulture, which had been silent since the fight, suddenly raised its arm and made a pause gesture. First, it turned to look at the dense grid behind it, and then turned to look at the countless numbers on both sides of the corridor in front of it.
In the independent office in the room, under the dim light, the expression flickered and was uncertain.
This is a reaction.
It's normal, after all, they are all professionals. Previously, it was just because the pursuit was too smooth, and they were somewhat superior, so they ignored the intruders. But now as the adrenaline gradually cools down, reason regains the high ground of the brain, and it is natural to let it take its course.
I noticed something was wrong.
The area of this company is too large, and the internal space is too empty and complicated. With only a dozen gunmen, it is impossible to achieve the effect of field control.
And if I continue to think along this line of thinking, another, more terrifying possibility becomes clearer and clearer. The faint uneasiness that I had suppressed before the search suddenly turned into intense panic at this moment!
"No, go back the way you came and exit!"
"Walter?"
"Let's talk after we get out..."
Before he finished speaking, suddenly, "Be careful!" The warning sound and the powerful collision came almost at the same time. The vulture flying in the air felt a stream of hot air whistling past the side of his head, and fell to the smooth floor with a bang. He didn't even think about it.
He rolled continuously and hid behind the wooden board in the cubicle in embarrassment.
Immediately next to my ears, a deafening sound of gunfire sounded!
It was as if one could see the smooth flying trajectory of bullets in mid-air. Except for the vulture, the three gunmen who were on the same level around them had no time to react and dodge. They all leaned back and shook their hands. It was as if they were not wearing bulletproof helmets. Three bloody flowers were sprayed on their faces.
They exploded at the same time and fell to the ground!
"Enemy attack! Hidden——"
Standing up from a squat, Vulture subconsciously touched his bald head. It was still there, with no holes. He glanced at the side and saw that the team member who had just knocked him out also staggered up from the ground. He looked like he had fallen badly and hid behind a printer.
Shaking his head from side to side.
What a trap?!
He was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until this moment that the vulture realized what had just happened.
He just asked to withdraw, but he just felt that the combat environment here was a bit bad, and he didn't feel good about it. In fact, he didn't find anything substantial. At most, he thought that he might have been fooled again, and the other party probably took advantage of this opportunity and ran away early.
But what I never expected was that instead of running away, the other party chose to kill him!
Why? How dare you!
After coming back to his senses, the frightened and angry Vulture heard the sound and identified its position. He yelled in the direction of the printer and raised his gun with his backhand: "Nine o'clock direction, cover me!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he started to move, before he could fully stand up, several bullets whizzed towards him. Bang bang bang, the upper ends of the wooden panels were instantly torn apart, and sawdust flew everywhere.
From other directions, the gunmen who made the same choice after hearing the order basically received the same treatment. They couldn't stand up at all, so they were forcefully suppressed.
This is not bad. He was forced to pull out from behind the bunker, but his wrist was pierced without even raising the muzzle of the gun. In other words, the teammate on the side had to pull it quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by the gun again.
This comprehensive, almost suffocating and terrifying suppressive power, only one person knew about the other party, and those who didn't know thought it was being targeted by a platoon of snipers. Suddenly, the communication channel was filled with exclamations, and the voice of God came and went.
"Fake! What are you doing? Get up and set up your gun to cover..." The vulture, which was aggrieved and squatted down again, couldn't help roaring in anger, but in the next moment, its mouth opened and it could no longer curse.
In the field of vision, the team member who was hiding behind the printer had his chest heaving violently. He was covering the right side of his neck with both hands, but he couldn't stop a large amount of blood from gushing out from between his fingers. It was clear at a glance that the artery was ruptured and he was obviously not going to survive.
.
There is no doubt that this was his death.
The corner of his eye twitched, and the vulture looked away expressionlessly, took a deep breath, waited until the sound of gunshots above his head was suppressed for a moment, then suddenly stood up, raised his gun, and fired wildly, click, click, click—
Upon seeing this, the remaining gunmen quickly followed up. Several snakes spitting fire wantonly, keyboards, mice, landline phones, computer monitors, etc., countless office equipment, small potted plants and glass partitions on the desktop were dealt a devastating blow in an instant. In just a few breaths,
The cubicle office area, which had been quiet and tidy just now, was as devastated as a hurricane passing through.
But that's all. Countless bullets were sprayed down, but the trace of the target was never revealed.
"Back up, back up, go inside!" The vulture shouted loudly while shooting wildly. Now it was impossible to go back the same way, and they didn't have the guts to cross the dense grid again, so they could only choose to retreat deep into the company.
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However, as soon as the roar ended, the gunman standing on the far left suddenly fell on his back without saying a word, and swiped the submachine gun in his hand directly towards the ceiling, scattering fragments of the wall lamp all over the sky.
"Jones!" The teammates on the side were stunned when they saw this, but the sad thing is that he didn't see where the bullet came from, so he could only squeeze the trigger and yell helplessly, "Fake! Fake!
Farke! Come out! Come out—"
"Calm down, calm down! Go!"
"Don't pull me, get out of here -"
Suddenly there was a click, the fire-breathing snake paused, and the magazine was empty.
Immediately afterwards, the gunman who fell into a state of madness, as if struck by lightning, his burly body suddenly trembled, his eyes stared blankly, including the third bloody eye that opened at an unknown time in the middle of his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and then they started shouting wildly, "Get out, get out, get out—"
After suffering nearly half of the casualties, the remaining gunmen finally left the cubicle and retreated into the independent office area at the rear.
But this was obviously not the end. The vulture also knew this and opened the communication channel and said urgently: "Quick, everyone move closer to my position. Don't think about escaping alone, you won't be able to get out. We can only kill him here, or we
All die here!"
This judgment is undoubtedly correct, "But we can't see him at all. I don't even know what he looks like now. It's like fighting a non-existent ghost..."
"We need reinforcements, call in the manpower from outside!"
"And Black Star! By the way, Black Star is at the front desk! Do you hear that, Black Star, turn on the light quickly... Black Star?!"
It was an idea. When they came in to search before, they didn't think of turning on the lights. They were worried about alerting the enemy, but they also felt it was unnecessary. But now the situation is different. They urgently need lighting conditions to lock the opponent's position, and at the same time to dispel the shadow of death hanging over their hearts.
but,
After a moment of silence, along with the crisp sound of the pistol magazine being reset, a faint voice sounded in the communication channel, "My personal suggestion is that you should adapt to the darkness in advance. After all, you may have to sleep for a long time in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the communication channel fell into complete silence.
Outside the independent office area, Tang Chao dropped the communication equipment, then took out two pistol magazines from the corpse on the ground, stood up, randomly selected the nearest corridor, and walked in.
This farce should end.
Maybe he was frightened, or he had some other plans. Although a few people hid in, the independent office area seemed extremely quiet. In the empty and dark corridor, there was no sound at all... Oh, there are still some,
Only slightly.
Dong-dong-dong, like the sound of heels stepping on the floor, more like the sound of the heart beating violently in the chest...
Okay, just kidding, the above is just a way of describing it.
However, Tang Chao, who was moving forward silently, had already raised his arm, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the third door with the negotiation room logo on the right, pulled the trigger, bang bang bang, three shots were fired neatly, and the bullet holes that penetrated the wooden door were in the shape of Zigzag.
The arrangement roughly corresponds to the important organs on the left and right sides of the head and trunk. Well, if there is someone behind the door...
Bang, a slightly dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came, and the faint smell of blood spread.
Good luck... Thinking this, Tang Chao suddenly dodged and broke through the door on the left. The next moment, the fire in the corridor in front flickered, and a hail of bullets swept all the bullets towards the original position.
"I hit him...damn it! I missed it, he was too fast!"
"Push over and block him, I'm behind you!"
"No one is inside... Fake, this is a piece of shit design. There is a glass door in this office! The target disappears, the target disappears... watch your back!"
This warning was obviously too late. The gunman who was pressed behind to protect him staggered backwards, blood gushing from his neck. Tang Chao, who was like a ghost, passed by, took the submachine gun from the opponent's hand, and fired at the office, emptying the bullets.
After putting the gun in the box, he threw away the firearm without looking at the result.
"This is called an open office environment, idiot. Although the design is pretty damn...are you right?"
He raised his arm and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the corner of the corridor ahead. More than ten steps away, the vulture and the two gunmen who arrived after hearing the sound clung to the wall, their faces solemn and silent.
Three against one, the situation is not bad. I believe that if it had been any other time, even ten minutes ago, the vulture would have made a gesture, allowing the two gunmen to feint to cover, attack boldly, and stage a wave of classic tactical kill coordination like a textbook.
But now, after personally experiencing someone's miraculous marksmanship, the vulture's expression changed several times, and after all, he still did not give this order. In fact, after the gunman on the side took out a grenade, he raised his hand and waved it down,
Indicate not to act rashly.
Yes, he was timid.
Of course, Vulture himself does not agree with this. In comparison, he still appreciates another decent way of saying it, which is to avoid the sharp edge and use strategic maneuvering.
After all, don't forget that he still has some people outside, and the outcome of the stalemate will be beneficial to his side. On the contrary, someone may not be able to afford it.
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no response, Tang Chao could not help but curl his lips. Facts have proved that the underground world may never lack tough guys and reckless men, but when it comes time to give in, there is no ambiguity.
After pondering for a moment, he took a few steps back and came to the gunman whose throat had just been wiped. He reached out and groped around his waist and took out a, um, smoke bomb?
Okay, that’s great. What kind of bike do you want?
He directly pulled the ring apart, shook his hand against the floor and sent it out, rolling towards the corner of the corridor. Naturally, this obvious movement could not be concealed from the other party. He only heard a voiceless exclamation, "Grenade——" Then Tang Chao, who was striding forward, saw a round object.
, thrown high from behind the corner.
I have to admit that at this moment, Tang Chao was stunned. It was not because the opponent threw a real grenade, nor was it because the opponent's throwing technique was a model of amateurism - in fact, under heavy pressure, even if he had experienced hundreds of battles,
Veterans will also unconsciously make all kinds of low-level mistakes, which is completely normal - but because... you are very particular about people, and you know how to warn them in advance?
As the saying goes, if you don’t take a gift from God, you will be blamed for it. The Tang Dynasty immediately decided to accept this gift, raised his hand decisively, fired, and blasted——
A large ball of fire exploded, instantly illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day. Then came the billowing air waves, rushing along the corridor passage, countless glass doors and windows bursting into pieces, and the place was in chaos.
However, the one that bore the brunt was the nearest corner area. The explosion and the thick white fog that was spreading made it disappear from sight.
Tens of seconds later, Tang Chao turned out from the other end of the corridor and squinted at the two broken bodies motionless in the thick fog. Although he could not see clearly, he could clearly tell that they were wearing bulletproof helmets. In other words, they were both wearing bulletproof helmets.
, missing a bald head... He looked down at the blood stains beside his feet extending to the left, raised his eyebrows, and lifted his heels.
After a while, the blood stains disappeared at the end of the corridor, but this was no longer important, because what appeared in front of us was the densely packed cubicle office area.
That's right, the other party chose to go around and come back.
I have to say that this is a wise decision, or at least the optimal solution under the current situation.
There is no other reason. Just like the gunmen had a clear advantage in manpower and firepower, they did not dare to return the same way after being attacked. The environment here is too complex, with countless hiding spots for sneak attacks, just like a miniature urban jungle.
, it is really not appropriate to break in rashly.
However, Tang Chao did not hesitate at all. He bowed slightly and jumped directly in. His purpose was extremely clear, as if he could see the opponent's route, he rushed straight to the floor-to-ceiling window area on the left.
This is not some metaphysics, and there is very little gambling content. It is purely a hunter's sense of smell. The success rate varies from person to person, both to yourself and to your opponents.
To put it simply, if it were the previous group of ninjas, the Tang Dynasty would really have no confidence. But if it were the current bald man, it would not be a big problem.
This is the fact. After running a few steps, Tang Chao's feet suddenly stopped, and his body moved out sideways like a ghost. The next moment, the bullets passed by him. He threw away his hand, raised his gun, and fought back.
Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -
Under the dim and unclear light, only two high-speed figures were seen, separated by about four or five rows of workstations, doing various tactical evasive maneuvers while drawing guns and shooting at each other. As they passed by, bullets screamed in the air, unknown.
Debris kept flying behind him, and the scene became intense and spectacular.
In just a few breaths, the magazine was all empty at the same time. I threw away the gun and drew it again, until the second magazine was empty, which happened to be in the center aisle of the cubicle.
Rolling, standing up, and looking at each other in the air, the two made the exact same choice. They stopped dodging and stood on the same spot. With two thumps, the two empty magazines landed almost at the same time.
He reached for his lower back, loaded the box, reset it, loaded the gun... with a click, Tang Chao raised his hand and raised the gun, his expression calm and composed.
On the opposite side, the vulture's chest was heaving violently, and he was panting continuously. The battle lasted only more than ten seconds. His shiny bald head was dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The right hand holding the gun trembled a few times.
Finally it paused in mid-air.
He was slower, either because of the bullet holes bleeding from several places on his torso, or simply because his reloading speed was slower. There was no comparison.