The death of one person is a great misfortune, and the death of a million is just a statistic - Joseph Stalin (the supreme leader of the Soviet Union and one of the greatest Russians.)
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Another brother died. Before he even had time to bend down and hide behind the bunker, he was shot in the head by the Russians with precise bursts. The bright red blood mixed with the snow-white brains covered a large area of the gray-white wall behind him, which was a bit inexplicable.
of beauty.
But it is a flower that blooms alone for death...
"Fire!" "Fire!" In the room, Russians kept shouting loudly and lowly. Although they still spoke English, they had an awkward Western accent.
Compared with the wealthy and peaceful east, the vast west has nurtured rich resources and humanities, but it has also made it easy for some thugs and gangsters to thrive. What's more, Mexicans and Canadians often gather in cities in the western region.
Trade drugs and smuggle guns with Russian gangs, American gangs and even Asian gangs.
"Damn it!" Amy roared loudly, with ferociousness written all over his dark face: "We want revenge! We want revenge!" He leaned against the wall, holding a PP-90M1 submachine gun in one hand, and pointed it at the person behind the corner.
The corridor is a blind shot.
However, the two Russians were hiding behind the flower tree in the corridor. As these decorations meant more, they could not block bullets, but they could block Amy's sight.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The dull gunshots of Winchester 1887 appeared one after another. Usually two people fired rapidly together, using the wide bullet point of the shotgun to oppress the enemy.
But Amy didn't dare to take another step.
The ferocious bursts of AK-47 were mixed with extremely accurate bursts. The powerful firepower prevented anyone from rushing into the room and corridor. Even if Edward had launched a flanking attack, no one was sure who would have the last laugh.
said.
The advantage of the Russians lies in the powerful firepower of the AK-47. There are 7 people with 7 AK-47s. Four people shoot continuously and three people shoot in bursts. Almost as soon as they show their heads, they are beaten into a sieve.
The corners and doors had already been shot out of shape by bullets. A large number of wall coverings were hit by bullets. The entire wall was almost peeled off like a monkey that had lost its hair, only a dry and ugly cement wall was exposed, and even a
All bullet holes are clearly visible.
"Head! We can't break in!"
After more than ten minutes of entanglement, the Russian firepower showed no sign of weakening. Amy even vaguely saw that each Russian had a dark green camouflage backpack thrown at his feet, which was full of black AK-47 standard.
30 round magazine!
Amy turned around and spat fiercely towards the corner: "Son of a bitch! They are so well prepared!" He waved his hand behind, signaling other brothers to avoid it, and shouted into the intercom.
: "They have at least three magazines each!"
"I saw it!"
Edward squinted slightly and caught the dark green military camouflage backpack in his peripheral vision. He licked his upper lip slightly, as if he was licking the injured part of a beast: "But they will all still die here!"
Less than thirty minutes after the Russians broke in, three of their own brothers were already dead. Even Edward was almost shot through the arm due to an accident, and the only result was the death of one enemy. The casualty ratio was almost 1:3.
A huge gap of 5!
This was unacceptable to Edward.
"I'm going to wipe them all out!" Edward held the M9 pistol tightly, pointed the black muzzle at the door, and said fiercely into the walkie-talkie: "Amy, let the people above come down and come to my place.
support!"
"Okay boss!" Amy nodded, and immediately waved his hand to ask a brother behind him to leave quickly and call the two people who were left behind on the second floor.
"Mr. Edward, are you already anxious?"
Suddenly, the roaring AK-47 in the room suddenly stopped, and a standard American accent came out: "This is a good situation for us, but why can't we have a good chat?"
"Let's talk?" Edward smiled disdainfully, without further explanation. Instead, he moved his body closer to the wall, and then sneered: "At this point, do you think there is still a possibility for us to reconcile?" He asked.
He pulled the trigger fiercely at the door: "Now is not the time for afternoon tea! My dear Mr. Russia!"
"We just have a conflict of interest, what do you think?"
There was no violent reaction in the room to Edward's shooting, at least the intensive gunshots did not ring out again, but with a trace of regret: "Actually, we can sit down and have a cup of afternoon tea. Of course, a midnight snack is also good.
"
"Shit!"
What answered him was still Edward's bullet, but it was accompanied by Tariq's upper body suddenly appearing, the PP-90M1 submachine gun on his shoulder, and the finger that was already firmly on the trigger!
"Da da da da da da-"
Bullets poured out of the gun barrel, and gun flames that were several centimeters long were spitting out. Tarik laughed crazily: "Die! You son-of-a-bitch bitches!" Even if the ammunition he fired now was only
There was only one barrel magazine left, but he didn't care.
Because brothers, we have already started taking action!
On Amy's side, the rapid firing sound of PP-90M1 also sounded, accompanied by the loud roars of the brothers and the heavy roar of the Winchester series shotguns!
"Show some color to these bitches!" Amy rushed out of the corner first. The submachine gun in his hand covered the entire corridor in front of him. The continuous firepower of the 64-round magazine revealed his overwhelming power at this moment.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
With the cooperation of shotguns, the two Russians responsible for guarding the corridor didn't even have time to fire, so they were pinned behind their respective bunkers and beaten so hard that they couldn't lift their heads. Amy easily captured half of the corridor.
It has advanced a great distance.
But with every step forward, Amy and others will be in greater danger. Once the firepower of the submachine gun decreases, and the reloading speed of the shotgun does not keep up, then once the suppressed Russians recover,
, the consequences are disastrous!
Behind the corridor is the side room occupied by the Russians. Although they were forced to be squeezed into the side hall and blocked by Edward in the front room because they did not understand the structure of the apartment, sufficient ammunition and strong firepower could still support even
Find loopholes and launch a deadly counterattack.
“God thank the guy who built the crappy building!”
With a cold smile on Edward's lips, he quickly loaded the magazine of the M9 in his hand. The 12-round pistol magazine seemed a bit heavy, but he didn't care. He held it with one hand and rushed to the door against the wall, aiming.
The trigger was quickly pulled on the side of the corner inside.
"Kill the armed thug x1 and get 100 points."
As the inaudible voice came to his ears, Edward quickly moved back, grabbed a chair, turned back and crossed over, bending down to hide behind a solid wooden table, because half of him
The moment he rushed into the door, he saw three or five figures holding oval objects in throwing gestures!
But in an instant, a line of weird bullet holes instantly appeared on the wall where Edward was standing just now. If you look through the gap, you can even see the strange, angry and twisted face of the Russian inside!
A masonry wall cannot completely block the AK-47's shooting, let alone a thickness of less than five centimeters! You know, even a three-millimeter steel plate will not be able to completely block the AK-47's extremely powerful bullet velocity, especially in the face of the extremely powerful bullet velocity.
Even when shooting at such a close range, it’s not much different from linen!
"Be careful with grenades!"
Edward shouted loudly, and without hiding behind the wooden table for a few seconds, he pulled the brother next to him and rushed to the fireplace. It was a secret place. You only need to push the stone slab hard to enter a long-lasting place.
The seven-meter wide tunnel is usually used to transfer drugs and arms, and has become a key passage to avoid police searches.
"Damn, get out, get out!" When Edward said it almost in a roar, the brothers around him rushed out from behind their respective bunkers almost instantly, and left directly regardless of the fierce Russian firepower.
Got this room.
Immediately afterwards, there was a series of slight metal collisions behind him, which was the beating of grenades on the ground!
"Hurry up damn! Hurry up!"
Edward forcefully pulled the man behind him who was lying on the ground, slammed the solid stone slab shut, and almost rolled and crawled, then bent down and trotted out of the tunnel, escaping towards the exit in front.
He didn't dare to use the still weak concrete slab to test the power of the grenade!
"Buzz——"
A burst of weird sound waves rushed into Edward's ears instantly, making his head seem to fall into a different kind of dizziness. Before he could react, the brother behind him immediately pounced on him, followed immediately by
A wave of heat that could be easily felt rushed over, violently pushing his and the brother's bodies forward.
"boom--"
The huge roar was like thunder from the sky. Edward lay on the ground, trying to keep himself close to the earth, feeling the hot breath reverberating in the tunnel, but when it reached his ears, Edward calmed down slightly, because
This means that he is safe and sound!
"Damn it!" Edward turned his head slightly, but found that the brother behind him had already become a corpse, because his back was already covered in blood and flesh. It was caused by the stone slab in the distance that was used to cover the entrance. The violent grenade almost shattered it.
Everything in the living room!
"May God bless you!" He closed his eyes and made a cross on his chest. Edward opened his eyes, revealing the slightest hint of coldness, and slowly uttered two words: "Price!"
The Russian's attack was sharp and effective. Edward's home field advantage only made the outcome of this fierce battle a 50-50 decision. But he was unwilling to give up, even though when he walked out of this tunnel, there was an off-road vehicle hidden in a warehouse.
, and with three million US dollars, I can quickly escape from this place and live incognito and enjoy myself.
"I haven't failed yet, have I?" Edward quickly checked the M9 in his hand, sorted out the silver suit that was a little dirty due to the previous strenuous activity, and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight smile: "Amy, brothers are okay
"?" He was full of cruelty.
"Huh, of course!" Amy's breathless voice immediately came out from the intercom, with suppressed anger, and gunshots rang out one after another: "Boss, it can't get better than now!"
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