It's over, it's over, they will laugh at me for being kidnapped when I go back. Luo Yu is sweating, his head can be broken and bleeding, but he can't lose face, so Luo Daguan's resentment towards the robber who injured him has risen to a level from
Unprecedented heights.
Evil comes from cowardice, and Luo Yu felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.
The sparks of the bullets formed a straight line behind him. Luo Yu sprinted forward two steps, lifted his legs suddenly, turned his body straight back, and made a 360-degree turn in the air.
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The bullet grazed his waist, and the edge cut through the air and cut Luo Yu's coat.
After his feet landed on the ground, Luo Yu moved without any pause. He drew his gun and shot three times. The bullets flew straight into the opponent's face in a triangular shape.
There was a popping sound in the air, similar to a ball being squeezed but the sound was deliberately suppressed, and then there was a splash, as if half a basin of water was poured onto the ground.
Three bullets were shot into the last robber's forehead and cheeks respectively. The huge pressure caused by the rotation of the bullets instantly crushed the robber's head.
The part from the lips upward suddenly looked like a smashed watermelon, all of a sudden it was scattered everywhere, and a ball of black water squeezed out of the eyeball and fell to the ground and was trampled to pieces by the panicked crowd.
The body with only half of its head left was standing there swaying, broken bones, dregs and meat fell into the mouth, the broken gums were riddled with holes, and half of the tongue was slightly rolled up and trembling in the cold air.
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Red and white sprinkled the surrounding five square meters, and the disgusting smell quickly spread in the air.
Fortunately, the cold fireworks went out soon after, preventing more people from seeing the disgusting scene.
The process of shooting the gun from starting to jumping back seemed simple, but the danger involved and the exquisite grasp of the angle were only understood by Luo Yu.
If you run slowly, you will definitely be chased by bullets in the range. If you run faster, you will jump and turn over in the air and land right on the opponent's gun hole. Moreover, it is difficult for a person's body to move in the air. Shooting at the opponent
The prediction of the angle is also very demanding.
Luo Yu completed the entire movement in one go, extremely coherent, without any sloppy movements. This almost made Luo Yu use all his skills in his life.
After killing all the enemies, Luo Yu felt extremely tired, and his body was wet with sweat. Although the five enemies in the room seemed to be dealt with easily by himself, without courage and skill, he was guaranteed to die but not survive.
From using a corpse to block bullets in an accident upstairs, to jumping over in the air and drawing a gun to kill the enemy downstairs, if anything goes wrong, you will die if you don't enter Luo Yu, and it is guaranteed that none of the hostages here will survive.
Holding on to the wall and barely standing still, the whole castle was filled with a strange smell, but the hostages were relatively quiet and did not scatter and run around.
They didn't know what was going on, so it wouldn't be worth it if they were shot while running around.
Luo Yu reached out and touched her butt. Her pants were wet and painful, and her fingers could touch a small hard object. Needless to say, it was the damn bullet.
Damn little Japan, I'm going to blow up your Turtle Island. Luo Yu shook off the blood on his hands. The smell in this room made him feel uncomfortable.
There are two hostages outside the door. They probably don't know that their companions have gone to see Amaterasu.
Luo Yu took out his mobile phone from his pocket. The room was so well sealed that the only signal left for the mobile phone was a telephone pole.
Fortunately, I could barely make a call.
The phone rang once and was answered, and Luo Yueying's surprised voice came from inside: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, are you in there?"
Luo Yu hummed, her voice unmistakably tired: "Um, who is directing outside? That old boy Xu Haogang? Ask him to answer the phone."
Luo Yueying also wanted to ask Luo Yu how he knew she was outside, but Luo Yu didn't give her a chance to ask this question. She pouted dissatisfiedly and handed the phone to Xu Haogang.
Mirilian was also very happy when she learned that Luo Yu was fine. Her nervous heart suddenly relaxed, and her tears could no longer stop rolling down her face.
After receiving Luo Yu's call, Xu Haogang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Since Luo Yu could make the call, there shouldn't be any big problems.
After chatting with Luo Yu for a few words, Xu Haogang returned the phone to Luo Yueying with a solemn expression. However, Luo Yueying saw that although Xu Haogang's expression was serious, his chin and eyebrows were trembling slightly, as if he was desperately holding back his laughter.
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"Hahaha, your kid was actually injured, and he was shot in the butt." If Luo Yu hadn't specifically told Luo Yueying not to let Luo Yueying know, Xu Haogang would have raised his head and laughed three times now.
The following situation was much simpler. Snipers were arranged to kill two robbers wandering outside the castle. Luo Yu said that he had left one alive.
The police officers were a little strange when they carried out Xu Haogang's order. The hostages had not been rescued yet, which was very unreasonable. However, looking at Xu Haogang's confident look, it seemed that everything was under control.
When arranging the ambulance to go in, Xu Haogang specially added: "The remaining robber will be sent to the hospital immediately and will be arraigned in a few days."
The SWAT police nervously broke into the castle with guns and were stunned.
Under the light, the hostages were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands and shivering. In the middle of the first floor was a corpse with half of its head blown off. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, it seemed that he was one of the robbers.
What they discovered below surprised them even more: two of the three robbers who died on the second floor were shot to death by their own people.
The director could actually predict that the robbers would fight from outside, and the special police officers were immediately filled with admiration for Xu Haogang.
The robber whose hands were cut off was quickly tied to a stretcher and carried out.
"Hey, I want a stretcher too." Just as the SWAT police were preparing to evacuate the hostages, a faint shout suddenly came from the corner of the first floor.
When the light turned on, I saw a young man with a pale face sitting on the ground against the wall, his pants were red and wet, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Someone is injured on the first floor, please ask for support." The SWAT team leader used the wireless microphone to call for help.
This wound was really embarrassing. Luo Yu looked at her red lower body and felt helpless. She wouldn't have to do this once a month in the future.
"Sister nurse, can we take a long detour and go to the other side of the crowd?" Luo Yu was twisting restlessly while lying on the stretcher.
Although he is considered a hero this time, the premise is unknown.
Except for senior executives like Xu Haogang, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better.
Regarding how to explain to the media, that is a matter for the police, and it is not Luo Yu's turn to worry about it. Now his identity is that of a hostage who was accidentally injured during a fight between robbers, and he is in a completely vulnerable position.
"Hey, don't walk away from the crowd." Luo Yu grabbed the metal handle of the stretcher and looked pale.
"The hostage is mentally unstable. We need to inject him with a sedative." The nurse looked at Luo Yu and said to the two medical staff carrying the stretcher.
After hearing this, Luo Yu hurriedly closed her mouth, her eyes still helpless and frightened.
The most I've been injured is to take medicine and rest for a few days. I don't know how many times I've been injured. One more time is not too much, and one less time is not too many.