The two sides exchanged fire and remained in a stalemate for about half an hour.
Then, the gunfire inside the mansion gradually died down.
Lao Yang lay sweating profusely in a piece of reinforced concrete ruins, his face and body covered with dirt and stains.
His fingers had become numb and stiff from pulling the trigger for a long time.
Sweat blurred his eyes, and he pulled the bolt again. An empty sound came from the barrel, and he had no ammunition.
"What a fool!" Lao Yang yelled and threw the pistol far away.
The previous assault rifle had been exhausted and discarded a quarter of an hour ago.
Now Lao Yang still has two weapons in his hand, a Nighthawk saber and two grenades.
Lao Yang took out the grenade, held it in his palm, and cursed in his heart: "Come on, you bastard, grandpa will blow you up to death!"
"Uncle Yang!" Su Xiaodie came to Lao Yang at some point.
Lao Yang said: "Xiaodie, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to hide?"
Su Xiaodie said: "Those bad guys are coming for me, and I have the obligation and responsibility to stand up and fight against them. I can't hide like a coward..."
"Nonsense!" Lao Yang said seriously: "How can you, a little girl, fight against those well-trained professional killers? Aren't you causing trouble for me? Go and hide!"
Su Xiaodie pursed her lips, "Have you run out of bullets? How about you use this gun to deal with those bad guys?"
Lao Yang raised his hands and shook them: "Keep that gun for yourself! Did you see it? I have a grenade!"
Su Xiaodie nodded and hid in the darkness.
Bah!
Lao Yang pulled open the fuse loop of a grenade.
The grenade emitted white smoke.
Lao Yang took a few steps back, then rushed to the window, rounded his arms, and threw the grenade far away into the coconut trees thirty meters away.
The floor-to-ceiling windows beside the windows had long since turned into broken glass, and the windows on the second floor were empty.
The grenade flipped in the air, drew a beautiful parabola, and landed in the hiding place of the killers.
Dali and another killer were crawling on the sand. They heard a thumping sound, as if something fell from the sky.
The killer looked back, his face immediately changed drastically, and he screamed: "Fuck! Bomb!"
Dali reacted very quickly. He picked up the killer with an injured calf from the ground and threw the killer over with force, so that the killer's body covered the grenade.
Then he held his head vigorously and quickly fell to the ground.
boom--
There was a muffled sound, and a ball of fire rose up.
The grenade exploded beneath the killer's body.
Because of the human shield, the power of the grenade was greatly weakened, and most of the broken shrapnel was inserted into the body of the human shield.
The killer was gutted, broken into pieces, and his body was blown apart. One of his bloody arms was blown off and hung on a nearby coconut tree. There was also a bloody thigh that flew to the ground.
It was stuck upside down in the sand about ten meters away.
"Damn it!" He vigorously shook the sand from his hair and got up from the ground.
When the other killer saw the bloody remains of his companion, he was stunned into silence.
He kicked the killer's butt vigorously: "What the hell are you in a daze for?"
The killer swallowed, looked at Dali with fear, and said nothing.
"What? Do you think I'm too cruel?" Dali asked coldly.
"No...no..." The killer did not dare to look directly into Dali's threatening eyes and lowered his head involuntarily.
"Hmph!" Dali rolled his nostrils and preached to the killer: "On the battlefield, there is no friendship. We only have two purposes, one is how to kill the enemy, and the other is how to keep ourselves alive.
For these two purposes we will do whatever it takes, even sacrificing humanity!"
After a pause, there was a chill in Dali's eyes, and he continued: "Take what happened just now, that guy has been injured and fell to the ground, becoming a burden to us. He will die sooner or later due to excessive blood loss. If I do that,
At least let him use his remaining energy in the last moments of his life!"
Listening to Dali's "fallacy", the killer could only nod his head, "Yes! Yes! Brother Dali said yes!"
Dali said: "That National Security Bureau bastard in the foreign building is too arrogant, you cover me, I will go in and kill him!"
"Yes!" The killer nodded and raised the assault rifle again.
"Action!" Dali said.
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!
The killer in black pulled the trigger, and the violent rain of bullets enveloped the small western-style building like a fire net.
Suppressed by the enemy's powerful firepower, Lao Yang could only hide behind the ruins, not even daring to poke his head out.
He seized the opportunity vigorously and rushed towards the small foreign building.
He didn't run in a straight line, but in a roundabout way.
If the opponent shoots, it will not be easy to hit him.
But Dali didn't worry too much, because Lao Yang had no extra ammunition.
Thirty meters is not a long distance, and it took Dali a few seconds to reach downstairs.
This guy is physically strong and powerful, like a running cheetah.
I saw him galloping like the wind, ducking under the foreign-style building, then using the force of the impact to fly into the air, stretching out his feet and kicking hard at the corner of the wall. He was raised several meters tall, stretched out his arms, and hung on the eaves. Immediately afterwards
, with a strong movement of both arms, he flew up to the bedroom on the second floor.
Dali is worthy of being a top-notch master. The whole set of movements is done smoothly and in one go. Flying up to the second floor is as easy as walking on flat ground.
Lao Yang heard the footsteps and quietly looked out from the gap in the wall. He couldn't help being surprised.
He never expected that the enemy would come so quickly and be in front of him in an instant.
At this moment, Lao Yang thought of the brothers who died a few days ago, and his blood boiled for no reason.
He held his breath, slowly pulled out the Nighthawk saber from his trousers, held it tightly in his backhand, and watched Dali closely.
He vigorously lifted up his cloak, took out a Desert Eagle from his waist, and pulled the bolt with a loud clang. The sound was frightening.
Holding the Desert Eagle vigorously, he moved slowly in the ruin-like bedroom, the black muzzle of the gun kept scanning around, looking very vigilant.
The moment Dali turned his back to the crack in the wall, Lao Yang's face darkened, and two clusters of flames burned in his pupils.
The opportunity is now!
A wave of hot blood rushed straight to Lao Yang's forehead. Lao Yang suddenly jumped out from behind the crack in the wall, brandishing his saber and stabbed Dali in the back.
As the head of the Guangzhou Branch of the National Security Bureau, Lao Yang's skills are naturally not too bad.
He once set a brilliant record of subduing seventeen drug dealers with his bare hands. From then on, he became famous in the National Security Bureau and became the director of the Guangzhou Branch.
Lao Yang's first strike was a killing move, leaving no room for his opponent. He used this sword with ten hits.
Fast and ruthless, as swift as the wind!
Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce into the back of Dali's heart, Dali didn't seem to be aware of the crisis behind him.
Lao Yang's eyes flashed, and there was a faint look of excitement on his face.
However, at the moment when he was about to assassinate Dali, Dali did not turn around or look back. As if there were eyes on his back, he kicked out with a "flying horse hoof" and hit Lao Yang in the lower abdomen.
boom--
There was a muffled sound.
The force of Dali's kick was so fierce that Lao Yang felt his vision go black, and his abdomen felt like a heavy blow. Then he was like a ball, involuntarily flying backwards, screaming and flying into the broken wall.
It broke a hole in the wall.
He shook his cloak vigorously and turned around grimly.
"Wow--" Lao Yang covered his lower abdomen and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Lao Yang shook his groggy head and just raised his head, he saw Dali standing in front of him. This guy was dressed in black and looked as cold as an evil ghost crawling out of hell. His dead face had no expression at all.
"How does it taste?" Dali asked coldly.
Lao Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blazing, he clenched his saber again, roared and rushed towards Dali: "Go ask your mother!"
Dali seemed to have expected that Lao Yang would suddenly attack. He dodged sideways and dodged the knife. At the same time, he stretched out his left arm to clamp Lao Yang's arm, then raised the butt of the gun with his right hand and slammed it down on Lao Yang's arm.
On the arm.
"ah--"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, Lao Yang let out a heart-rending scream.
His right arm was smashed with great force and fell down weakly, and the saber in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
After vigorously releasing his arms, Lao Yang fell to the ground in excruciating pain, sweating profusely from the pain, and gasping for breath: "I...I'm...I'm...I'm sorry...your mother..."
Dali snorted coldly, raised his foot and stepped on Lao Yang's broken arm, crushing it hard several times.
There was a cracking sound of broken bones in the darkness. Lao Yang was so painful that he was sweating violently. He slapped the ground with his left hand desperately, and even hit his head on the ground, which was stained with blood.
"Hahaha!" Seeing Lao Yang's miserable expression, Dali felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.
For Dali, the most enjoyable thing in his life is to control other people's lives and watch them struggle to death in front of him.
When he was fourteen years old, he did something very abnormal.
In a life-and-death elimination battle, he killed his opponent, a sixteen-year-old boy.
The boy was shot in the leg and was unable to escape.
Dali walked over, sat on the boy, and stabbed the boy's body again and again.
Seeing the boy struggling desperately under his crotch, moaning in pain, Dali felt extremely excited.
Moreover, he didn't even stab the vital parts with his knife, which made the boy want to die but couldn't.
Finally, under intense torture, the boy was stabbed to death with more than fifty stabs, and all the blood in his body was drained.
"Where is Su Xiaodie?" Vigorously condescending, like stepping on a dying ant.
"I...I don't know..." Lao Yang gasped.
He vigorously played with the Desert Eagle in his hand and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't matter, I can catch her even if I kill you anyway!"
Having said this, he vigorously raised his gun and pointed it at Lao Yang's head.
