Fighting to the death is a brutal sport with a high level of concentration, so much so that neither of the two people in room 503 noticed the situation outside the building. Abt, who had the upper hand because he had a gun, was focused on quickly dealing with Alves.
Alves is a top killer, but he doesn't dare to take it lightly. While dealing with the crisis cautiously, he is worried about Erya's safety, fearing that Abte will jump over the wall and hurt Erya.
his mission.
Teach Erya his skills and protect Erya.
If something happened to Erya, not to mention how uncomfortable he would be, at least he wouldn't be able to do business and would have to die to apologize.
Bang bang bang...Abut used a pistol with an extended magazine, which further fueled his ferocious arrogance. He forced Alves to roll over and dodge. Dust and debris flew into the room, making it a mess.
Abbot fired with a ferocious expression, and his eagerness to kill made him ignore the number of bullets in the magazine. He did not wake up until he pulled the trigger and the hammer hit the empty target.
Still a bit tender.
It can also be said that he does not have the talent to become a master.
How could the old and strong Alves miss this fleeting opportunity? He picked up a fork from the tableware scattered on the floor and shot it out with a flick of his hand.
Abut felt a coldness in his throat, and something was piercing into his throat. He then had difficulty breathing and became dizzy. He subconsciously touched his neck and found the handle of a stainless steel fork, which stabbed his neck firmly.
"Ugh..." Abt stared at Alves in horror. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. The front end of the fork was completely buried in his throat.
"I forgot to tell you, my skill with throwing knives is no less than my marksmanship." Alves said expressionlessly, slowly approaching Abt who stumbled back into the corner.
A master will always keep a trump card unknown to outsiders in case of emergencies.
Abut sat down with his back against the wall, feeling extremely hopeless. His dream of getting rich overnight was shattered. This was not scary. What was scary was that he clearly felt his life disappearing bit by bit, as if he was being slowly ravaged by the god of death. Abut was on the verge of collapse.
Alves walked up to Abt, squatted down, took away Abt's gun, replaced the magazine, inserted it into the back of his waist, touched Abt's twisted handsome face, shook his head and sighed.
Abut wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.
"I understand what you are thinking. You will either be a completely good person or a completely bad person in your next life." After Alves finished speaking, he took the fork that was firmly poking Abt's neck and stabbed it in.
With another twist, the throat, trachea, and spinal cord were all punctured to pieces.
Abt's pupils suddenly dilated and his head drooped.
At the door, Erya's hands and feet were tied and she fell to the ground. She watched the bloody scene and finally felt the coldness and cruelty of the killer's world. The little girl was nervous and couldn't bear it, with tears in her eyes.
Alves killed people brazenly and did not avoid Erya, because Erya would have to face this test sooner or later. It would be better to face it and adapt to it sooner rather than later.
"Are you afraid?" Abt walked up to Erya and untied the ropes that bound Erya's hands and feet and the tape that sealed his mouth. Erya bit her lip and shook her head.
"We have to leave right away..." Alves pulled up Erya, suddenly frowned, shushed, and signaled Erya to stop talking. He lay down and put his ear to the ground to listen.
Room 503 is next to the stairs.
In the dead of night, there was a noise on the stairs. With his ear pressed to the floor, Alves heard clearly that there were more than one or two people going upstairs. Although the footsteps of these people were light, there were too many people to hide it from his ears.
"Quick, hide in the bedroom." Alves lowered his voice and warned Erya. Erya realized that the situation was urgent and ran into the bedroom silently.
Alves watched Erya hide in the bedroom, and took a deep breath with a solemn expression. The person who came up the stairs must be at least dozens of numbers. If it was him who was trapped in the siege, it would be easy to say anything. If there is Erya, there will be concern and concern.
pressure.
In the corridor.
A dozen special police officers in black uniforms squatted on both sides of the door of Room 503.
These people are just the first assault team. The second, third, fourth, and fifth assault teams are all on standby at the back. On the winding stairs going down, the special police are leaning against the wall one by one, holding guns and wearing various styles.
equipment.
The apartment building is cordoned off.
A large number of police special police officers relied on police riot armored vehicles and were ready.
Bauer hid in a police car and carefully looked up at the fifth floor. In the past two days, he was furious. The small character he thought he could easily solve made him disgraced. What made him even more crazy was that the man named Alves
The bastard made the matter so big that it was beyond his control and there was no way to end it. The dirty deeds he had done before might also be exposed. Thinking of this, he was anxious and hateful, and he had murderous intentions.
Killing someone and silencing them might be able to cover up everything.
"The suspect is extremely vicious. If you can't capture him alive, shoot him to prevent our people from being killed or injured. This is an order from above." Bauer conveyed the order to his colleagues in the building.
Colleague responded....Understood!
In the corridor on the fifth floor, the special police cut off the power supply in Room 503. The person on the left kicked the door open, and the person on the right threw a stun mine, commonly known as a flash mine.
This kind of grenade can cause explosive blindness, causing people to be blind for a short time, or even lose the ability to move. The dark room is filled with dazzling white light.
The squad leader made an assault gesture.
Masked SWAT police wearing infrared night vision goggles rushed into the house. The living room upon entering was in a mess. Except for a corpse, there was no living thing.
At the moment when the special police were either surprised or approaching the bedroom, Alves, who used his feet and one hand to support the wall and placed his body across the door, shot decisively.
He didn't have night vision goggles, so he knocked down the swaying black figures one by one just by feeling, without missing a beat.
Outside the door, special police officers posted against the wall waited for the sound of gunfire to dissipate and called the people inside, but no one answered. The eyes looking at each other showed extreme nervousness and surprise.
The door that had been kicked open creaked shut.
"We...someone died..." The squad leader gasped and reported the latest situation. All police personnel involved in the operation felt a shadow cast over their hearts when they heard the news.
The opponent is extremely vicious.
How many people will die today?
If someone sacrifices, there will naturally be someone on top. For the sake of safety, we will no longer break in rashly. We will wait for multiple bulletproof shield bearers to arrive. The shields are staggered in front, and a dozen special police officers are behind. They advance slowly, and a team slides directly from the roof to the window.
, like divine soldiers descending from the sky and rushing into the room.
In the living room, corpses were strewn about, all wearing SWAT uniforms. The second group of SWAT officers who poured in carefully avoided the corpses and searched the living room.
Except for Abbot, who died tragically while leaning against the corner, there was nothing unusual in the living room. Everyone's eyes fell on the bedroom door in unison. At this time, a neglected corpse wearing a SWAT uniform and a hood moved on the ground, and then there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The corpse held two MP5 submachine guns and fired wildly.
Nearly twenty SWAT officers scattered throughout the living room were caught off guard and fell down amid the hail of bullets.
Another group of people fell into the sea like mud cows and made no sound. The top police officials were shocked and requested the most elite anti-terrorism unit SAS for support.
