Five hundred and twentieth chapters brave cloth shoes team
Lifting Jia Haiyang upside down, without caring about the collision between his body and the stairs, he pulled out the very powerful Desert Eagle and fired a shot at the pierced safety door.
The huge noise and destructive power were revealed, and the pace of the opponent's rush in was slowed down by scruples. Kuroki above took the lead in rushing out of the safe passage on the upper floor. When he saw the members of the 'Bushoe Team' who were also rushing over, he didn't care about the high-end
The reality of the troubled neighborhood in the apartment building was to strike first, shoot twice and then rush upstairs quickly. He believed in the speed of the big head. No matter how fast the cloth shoe team was, he judged from the pictures of shooting from the next floor and running from this floor.
, Kuroki believes that going up is the best way, and stalling for time is the only safest way.
But as Kuroki expected, no rushing footsteps were heard on the next floor. There was a soft running sound below. Following the gap between the stairs, Kuroki fired a shot, using the stair railing to deflect the bullet slightly.
Going straight up and down the track, one shot hit the pursuer. As for whether he was dead or injured, he could no longer care about it at this time.
Jia Haiyang's face was pale. At that moment, bullets were flying past in front of his eyes. The feeling was quite obvious. He felt that his hairs had come into contact with the bullets that were sprayed out. The difference was just a little bit, measured in millimeters.
Calculate the distance and you will be hit.
I was still frightened and had no time to express my gratitude to Cheng Xiaoyu for saving my life. I had difficulty breathing, my abdomen was slightly distended and painful, and I was highly nervous and exhausted. I didn't dare to stop, and I didn't dare to overtake Heimu at high speed.
Following his pace closely, he ran upwards. He didn't think much of the distance he walked during the conversation just now. Now he was running for his life. How could the distance be so far? At this time, Jia Haiyang could only lower his head.
Listening to his own heartbeat, looking at the constantly changing stairs in front of him, he climbed up an unknown number of floors, and then he knew that the sound of gunshots kept coming, and all he could do was follow Kuroki and escape.
As soon as Heimu turned around, Jia Haiyang did not stop his feet. He grabbed his collar and threw it on his body like a sandbag. His footsteps suddenly changed from heavy to light. He stepped on the ground without making a sound, and followed closely behind.
Cheng Xiaoyu's steps were very light. Every time he reached a floor, he pushed the safety door hard, causing the safety door to shake continuously, confusing the pursuers below who had already left through here.
After repeating several levels, Heimu suddenly slipped through the security door and entered the corridor. Cheng Xiaoyu who followed behind also followed suit and followed in with a flash step.
The sensor light came on and after putting Jia Haiyang down, Cheng Xiaoyu reached out and covered his mouth to prevent his heavy breathing from becoming a clue to being caught, and to prevent the pursuers from sensing the rapid breathing after they chased him to the floor.
Jia Haiyang didn't dare to move at all. His body was stiff. He wanted to control his breathing but found that it was not that simple. His face turned red from suppressing it until Cheng Xiaoyu let go of him, breathing heavily.
"Let's go!" Cheng Xiaoyu pulled him, stood up, pressed the elevator door, and then whispered to the phone that had been answered: "Open the door gently."
Only then did Jia Haiyang realize that he and others had returned to the previous floor and entered the apartment next door where they had broken open the unit. The little star was standing in the room wearing home clothes, looking at him with confusion on his face.
Several people did not make a fuss when they saw several people holding guns in their hands. Instead, they quickly moved out of the way and stood sideways by the wall.
Kuroki did not lean on the door mirror, but quickly looked at the windows in the room and the furnishings in the room at this time. He was slightly convinced that it would be best to stay the same at this time. The only window in the room had the curtains drawn, presumably as a
The most basic confidentiality requirement for an artist is to close the curtains at home to prevent some private life information from being leaked.
Pointing to two corners respectively, both of which had cover, one was between the wine cabinet and the wall. Liang Chenyi walked over and squatted on the ground knowingly. Before sitting down, he took a set of thick clothes from the hanger at the door.
, wrap yourself up.
Jia Haiyang lay down between the gap between the sofa and the wall, leaning half of his body into the sofa. If he was a soldier, he shouldn't be so disadvantaged. However, there are too many so-called elites in the modern army who only know how to talk on paper.
How could a man like him, who had never experienced a real killing battlefield, be worthy of the title of soldier? Facing an unpredictable environment of resistance, he had no consciousness of fighting back. The sound of gunshots shattered all his pride and persistence.
Kuroki stood in the room, hung the earphones on his ears, and dialed Datou's phone.
"Don't do anything yet. I can't stand it anymore and you come again to delay time."
"clear."
From where he stood, he could use his gun to support several rooms in the house at any time. Cheng Xiaoyu moved a sofa in front of the door, sat on the ground, pointed the gun at the door, and at the same time aimed at the window of the living room with the corner of his eye.
Tick tick tick tick...
The clock on the wall made a ticking sound of time flowing, and it moved on the bodies of several people in the house every second. Normally, in such a high-end apartment building, it would be impossible to search for several people in a short period of time, and the other person's time was also unknown.
Not enough, after the first gunshot, whether it was the security or the distress signal sent by Cheng Xiaoyu himself, their action time was limited. If the battle could not be resolved within a few minutes, whether they could leave safely would be their next step.
Questions to think about.
Bang!
Kuroki fired first. When the curtains in the guest room seemed to be blown by the wind, Kuroki pulled the trigger without hesitation. He respected his opponent and overestimated his opponent. The powerful combat force that Hong Taizu relied on many years ago, the Cloth Shoe Team,
Wearing a water-resistant and fire-resistant multi-layered clothes, uniform black, and a pair of cloth shoes a few centimeters thick under the feet, it is almost the same as walking on the wall, not to mention climbing over the eaves. The wall is more than two meters high, and sprinting for more than ten meters, using both hands and feet, three steps to make two steps, just one step.
Can be climbed up.
Qifeng has a martial arts school and a mysterious training base that he has trained since he was a child. Hong Taizu naturally has a group of loyal subordinates. However, in recent years, the world in the south has been peaceful and everyone is thinking about making money. The older generation of Buxie Team are also aged.
After thirty-five, it is no longer suitable for fighting and killing, and young people who are emerging are quickly pushed to the top. More and more people have forgotten the bloody cloth shoes team back then, and they have not only forgotten,
The inevitability of history eliminated them all. Today, when Hong Taizu needs manpower, these old guys seem to have suddenly evaporated from the world and suddenly appeared again. As soon as they came out of the mountain, they conducted an investigation on the imperial minister of the national investigation team.
He did not hesitate to use guns in high-end apartments in downtown areas.
After the shot, blood seeped down from under the curtains. It didn't take long. Several windows were smashed at the same time. Several people rushed in at the same time, and the guns pulled the triggers indiscriminately and fired.
Jia Haiyang put his head in his hands and kept moving under the sofa. It was not that he had never done target shooting in the army, but it was different from everything today. It was so different.
Liang Chenyi held his hands in front of his chest and curled up into a ball. He could feel the slight tremor of the wine cabinet being hit by bullets. He lowered his head and told himself that you have to be strong and you can't be a burden to him. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. He
It can solve everything, don’t be afraid.
The door of the apartment was like a target paper. It was suddenly attacked by several guns and was beaten into pieces in a few seconds.
Kuroki's gun was like a dragon swimming in the water. He immediately pulled the trigger as his body jumped forward and back, hitting everyone who rushed in from several windows. The fierce attack at the door restricted his movements.
, a bang was heard as the door was knocked open, Cheng Xiaoyu's Desert Eagle pulled the trigger, and what greeted him was an empty door.
Time, solidified.
Space, solidified.
For more than ten seconds, Cheng Xiaoyu held up the gun and blocked most of his body with the sofa. Only his head and the arm holding the gun were higher than the sofa. The radiation range of the gun was not only the width of the door, but could be cleared from his position.
to the extended fan-shaped space.
It is clear that if the big head outside uses sniper rifle support, the Buxie team will not be able to organize an effective counterattack in a short period of time. The big head uses a gun to let you see what it means to fight flies, using ropes and various auxiliary tools to continuously attack from the outside surface of the building.
He was as close as an ant to the cave - Liang Chenyi's apartment. The long-distance advantage ensured that a pistol and a hot weapon could not pose a threat to the big head. He just followed the arrangement of his tactical literacy and constantly moved his body on the same plane, both hands
Holding the sniper rifle in his arm, he never took his eyes off the scope, kept pulling the trigger, and kept moving.
Aim, shoot, move, aim, shoot, move.
They are all complete habits. The body and the sight are always the same. Every shot is fired in a way that is so proficient that it becomes a part of the body. Whether the target is a person or an object, there is not much difference, because the big head is pulling the trigger.
The moment he pulls the trigger, he will look away and the scope will no longer be aimed at the target. This action is almost synchronized. He does not need to verify whether he has succeeded. The moment a sniper pulls the trigger is his confidence.
If you don't even have this self-confidence at your peak moment, you will never become the top sniper.
Time ensures that the boss does not need to quickly move the gathering position. No matter how fast the opponent is, it is impossible to reach his high-level position from a thousand meters away in a very short time. With this time, any support will arrive.
The roaring police car will not look out of place in the metropolis with flashing neon lights, and the noisy city will not be obscured by the sound of sirens.
In the absence of time, Cheng Xiaoyu saw the strength and bravery of the Cloth Shoe Team, a team that had always been Hong Taizu's confidant. Everyone was a treasure. At this moment, what were these treasures?
It is a target that consumes Cheng Xiaoyu and Heimu's ammunition, and a shield for rushing into the apartment.
The bullets were not wasted, but it was helpless to stop the opponent's fatal advance.
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