Hope is the faithful sister of misfortune - Pushkin (the famous Russian litterateur, great poet and novelist.)
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By the light of the flashlight, Edward could clearly see four or five dark oval objects crossing the wall, throwing towards him, sliding along a wonderful and accurate arc, and plunged hard along the top of the window.
In the living room behind.
"Grenade?!"
Next to him, a pair of frightened eyes appeared in front of Edward. It was a young man. According to the memory in his mind, this was a young man who had joined half a year ago. However, the originally handsome face was now distorted by surprise and fear.
Deformation.
He opened his mouth wide, as if taking a deep breath, but Edward, who was not far from him, clearly knew that this was because he was shouting out of extreme fear: "It's a grenade!"
"I fucking know it!"
Edward didn't have time to explain any more, and he suddenly threw his legs towards the side hall not far away: "Get down! Get down!" A hand pushed a frightened brother to the ground, and following the force, Edward quickly rolled into the room.
In the living room, I tried to bury myself in the carpet that had not been cleaned for a long time and looked dirty.
Beside Edward, there were two others who reacted quickly and lay on the ground together, tremblingly holding M9 pistols, praying nervously in their hearts that the power of the grenades would not destroy the weak masonry structure.
It was originally an unfinished building. There were no walls in the apartment except for the load-bearing walls. The current walls were added by Edward after simple decoration by someone. However, it is precisely because of this that it is even more difficult to prevent.
Stop the explosive power of grenades.
The explosion radius of some defensive grenades can reach almost 30 meters, and the power of the explosion can even knock down an earthen building. Of course, the masonry partition walls of this unfinished building are still so much stronger than those of the earthen building.
little by little…
But only a little bit.
The masonry structure was not even five centimeters thick, and it only served as an insulator. It was not much thicker or much stronger than the girl's clothes when facing the mob.
However, after waiting for more than ten seconds, the expected explosion still did not occur, not even the slightest abnormality occurred. There were only whispers of curses and constant prayers caused by fear around them.
In other words, the biggest anomaly is that there is no anomaly.
Edward raised his head slightly. There were four or five light beams in the dark room, which could at least be blurred by the human eye. They were the flashlights that were thrown away when he was hiding.
"It's not grenades, we were fooled! Those Russian sons of bitches!"
In the living room, Tariq's voice sounded, with obvious anger and the suppression of being played: "This is full of fucking rocks! Shit grenade!"
"Damn it!" Edward suddenly cursed, pulled out the walkie-talkie from his belt, and said loudly: "I didn't find those Russians, look around, don't let them break in!"
"Boss, they're already in!" Amy's urgent voice came out from the intercom, accompanied by the sound of gunshots that seemed to be very close at hand.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The typical sound of the Winchester 1887 shotgun being fired is rich and full of crazy roar. If the split shotshell is pushed by the explosion of gunpowder within fifteen meters, even a ferocious brown bear will be killed in one hit.
!
No one wants to be aimed at a shotgun at close range and have the trigger pulled, not even the old Winchester 1887!
The Russians immediately dodged around quickly, like blooming roses. In a few breaths, they changed from a tight formation to a skirmish formation. The two men on the edge immediately picked up their AK-47s and looked through the U-shaped sight.
, and started shooting towards the third floor.
Because, when it comes to shooting at close range, the AK-47 is equally good!
"Bang bang bang——" "Bang bang bang——"
Two AK-47s fired accurately in three bursts. The Russians' control level was obviously not low. The bricks on the edge of the third floor were cracked, and the dust was splashed around, turning into "stray bullets" of a different kind.
, immediately suppressed the firepower of Amy and others.
The 7.62-caliber AK-47 is a classic among large-caliber rifles. Even if Amy and the others relied on the unfinished wall on the third floor to resist, they might not be able to sustain it for a long time.
What's more, how does a shotgun with a lever-action principle compare with a pneumatic automatic rifle in terms of firepower?!
The Russians were well-trained, and the two of them suppressed fire. The others still formed a skirmish formation and quickly approached the house, walking quickly with their backs against the wall, looking for a side door to enter the apartment. But obviously, they had no intention of tonight.
He was very prepared for his actions and even knew the terrain of the apartment and the directions of the roads.
"Don't waste bullets! Don't waste bullets!"
Even on the first floor, Edward could hear Amy's roar at the top of the second floor and the roar of the AK-47. At the same time, there was also the sound of "chichi lala" coming from the intercom: "They are about to come."
We are approaching the room, we can’t stop it! We can’t stop it!”
"If you can't stop them, let them in!" Edward frowned tightly. The outermost wall was breached, not even five minutes, it was simply beyond the time he expected in his heart!
"Damn Russians!"
Edward cursed in a low voice, but he still didn't have much fear, because entering a small apartment was a powerful advantage for shotguns and submachine guns!
"Boss, do you want us to go down for support?" Amy's voice said quickly on the intercom. He didn't watch the wall, which made him very angry, especially because he was condescending and with the cooperation of six shotguns, he actually let the opponent
He came in so quickly.
Holding a pistol and looking through the door to the other side of the living room, Edward pressed the intercom with his right hand and pointed forward with his left hand, signaling the two people around him to get ready for battle while saying: "Amy, take the guard.
Three stairs to the second floor!”
"Understood!" Amy replied simply.
Thanks to the structure of the apartment, the stairs are an important passage, especially the three stairs in the apartment, which can all lead to the front door and two side doors. As long as you guard the stairs and the second floor, you can quickly outflank and surprise the enemy.
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However, the enemy obviously knew about this structure. Before Edward could continue, Tariq in the living room roared crazily, and started shooting with the PP-90M1 submachine gun in his hand, shooting in the direction of the flashlight.
The door on one side was shrouded in barrage.
"Da da da da da da-"
"Russian son of a bitch!" Tarik shouted wildly and loudly, as if he wanted to vent his previous anger and fear.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, with the handle of the gun pressed tightly against his shoulder. The spiral magazine was vibrating slightly. Visible gun flames were emitted from the muzzle. The whistling bullets made dents in the fragile wall.
, there was a sudden burst of dust.
Outside the door, a scream came, and then a black figure fell heavily to the ground, wailing. Following the flashlights shined by the other people in the living room, Edward clearly discovered that it was a white man wearing a black suit.
, and there was an AK-47 thrown next to him.
It's the invading Russians!
"Fuck you Russians!" Edward reached out and raised the M9 pistol, aimed it at the wailing Russian who fell on the ground, and pulled the trigger hard without any hesitation.
Either you die or I die!
Since these Russians have no intention of negotiating with Edward, a local snake, war is inevitable! Because the interests of the two are originally in conflict with each other, and now there is no way to alleviate it.
"Kill armed thugs x 1, +100 points."
A soft mechanical sound sounded in his ears, causing Edward to pause slightly as he prepared to take action. Gaining points so easily was something that made him feel happy.
However, it is better to be less likely to be attacked by the enemy in your hometown!
"He's dead? He's dead?"
Tariq's voice continued to sound, and the powerful submachine gun in his hand obviously surprised the group of Russians. There was no further offensive. Instead, both the living room and the side hall and corridor where they broke in were silent.
"He's dead!" Edward nodded affirmatively, looked at the brothers around him whose morale was obviously rising, waved his hand forward, and said softly: "Toles, go over and take a look!"
The white young man named Thors next to him nodded: "Yes, boss!" With his waist hunched over, Thors quickly came to the living room with small steps, and quietly approached the other side with the help of the original sofas, tables, chairs, etc.
The door of the hall.
"Cover him!"
Edward stretched out his hand, pointed at the two brothers who were hiding behind the bunker and observing carefully, and cursed quickly: "If you take pictures of the thing in your hand again, I will stuff it into your anus!"
The swaying beams of light will obviously reveal their position, and thus they will be "named" one by one by the group of Russians' precise shots. Especially Thors, who is approaching carefully, if he is discovered by the enemy, he will be easily "named".
Beaten to death, extremely miserable!
"Bang--"
The heavy gunfire sounded instantly, and Edward could even easily notice that a tongue of fire of more than ten centimeters spurted out from the inside of the door like lightning, and a moment of light flashed in the dark room.
"No!"
Edward's half-kneeling body suddenly stood up, opened his eyes and looked into the dark room, and fired a fatal bullet, which severely penetrated Thors' already thin body. The huge power contained in it
He even took him half a step backward before falling backwards to the ground with a look of disbelief.
"Thors!"
Kosoga's shrill voice immediately spread throughout the living room, and the crazy gunshots immediately spread around. They came from a village not far away and grew up together. Although they were not blood brothers, they were already more like brothers in ordinary times.
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"Bang bang bang bang!"
The young men around seemed to be irritated. They half-exposed their bodies behind their respective bunkers. The M9s in their hands were aimed in the direction of the side door, and they quickly pulled the trigger and fired bullets wildly in that direction.
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