The black hooligan holding the gun kept shaking his body as if he had ADHD. His gun-holding movements looked like an amateur—his hand was holding the gun at an angle.
This way of holding a gun is just like most soldiers in armed groups such as rebel militias in Africa who like to hold their AK47 sideways and fire, and the bullets will fly out. The hit or miss depends not on accuracy but on luck.
In fact, he had no idea that in the eyes of a special forces soldier, this damn action was like a piece of fat delivered to a lion's mouth. If Connor hadn't been on a mission, he might have been unable to resist coming up and slap them both.
, teach this lowly guy how to hold a gun.
From the perspective of Qin Fei from a distance, the black man's movements were always so rhythmic, making robbery look like hip-hop dancing.
What Qin Fei is most worried about now is that Connor will not be able to help but take action. After all, he has already been kicked twice, and there is an M1911 pistol pointed at his head. No one knows whether the idiot in front of him will suddenly fire on his head.
Make a hole in it.
It is simply unworthy to die at the hands of such a street gangster. It is a disgrace to a special forces soldier.
However, Connor's own military quality and stable psychological control ability still did not disappoint Qin Fei. He reached out and turned out his two trouser pockets, babbling without saying anything, just making sign language with his hands, telling
The two boys in front of them didn't have what they hoped for.
"It turns out he is a poor man!"
One of the hooligans was a little disappointed, but the other one smiled. He saw the bottle of low-quality brandy next to Connor.
"Give me that! Wine! Wine!" The little gangster may feel that it is unlucky to come back empty-handed after a robbery. At least he has a little bit of everything. Although the bottle of wine looks like it has been opened, maybe this dirty old vagrant
Han also drank it, but it would be a good idea to take a few sips of brandy early in the morning.
Bah——
While everyone's attention was still on Connor, crisp gunshots were heard from upstairs in the cafe.
"Fake!" Hugo, who was sitting behind the red building, reacted first and immediately asked in a low voice in the earphone: "Major, there are gunshots, should we go in!?"
"Don't be anxious! Wait!" Michelle quickly gave the order.
The two gangsters standing next to Connor at the opposite alley were also startled by the gunshot and turned their heads sharply to look upstairs at the cafe.
Another black hooligan also drew his pistol and pointed toward the top of the cafe.
The scene began to become chaotic.
The black people at the mobile stalls on the street began to take out all kinds of weapons from under their carts. All kinds of automatic weapons, from R4 automatic rifles to AK47s, and even American-made MA1 submachine guns that were old enough to enter the museum.
In the hands of those gangsters.
Time passes bit by bit.
"Lao Mi, something happened."
After a while, Qin Fei pulled out his pistol and put it under the hem of his clothes to cover it.
Something was vaguely wrong. About a minute had passed, and no Holy City Force was seen leaving from the back stairs or the front door, nor was Red being escorted out.
Not good!
At the same time that Qin Fei was drawing his gun, Mist was almost doing the same thing. He drew out his Glock 18 pistol and immediately covered it with the newspaper he picked up and placed it on his lap.
"Major, do we want to go up and take a look?" Qin Fei asked Major Michelle on the channel.
He didn't get the fastest answer, but a very short silence.
Because Rhett said before that if he was forcibly taken away, please do not ask people from the action team to come up to check, because that is a sign that the Holy City Army has fallen into a trap.
If your heart is racing, what if Rhett is not dead, but is developing as expected in the original plan, wouldn't it mean that the entire plan will be scorched?
Major Michelle was obviously caught in this dilemma. She didn't know Red's life or death. All the monitoring equipment on this guy had been removed from the vault.
"Damn it!"
In the Chevrolet van, Michelle was bending around like a restless lioness, cursing incessantly.
She is under tremendous pressure, and a single mistake will cause the failure of this two-year-old mission.
Qin Fei stared at the red cafe, looking up from the two gangsters downstairs who still did not leave their guard positions at the door...
Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a figure shaking at the junction of the roof of the building and the blue sky.
"Major! They are evacuating! They did not go through the back door. They passed through the building next to it. In addition to the main entrance, the back door and the fire escape, there are other exits in this building! Let's take action!"
Qin Fei's words surprised everyone, especially Michelle.
Now the situation seems to have taken a new turn. If they fell into the trap, they should escort Red and leave through the front door or the back door. After all, they have close ties with the gangs here, and it can be said that this is their territory.
Now they actually ran to the building next door through an unknown secret passage, which proved that they knew that both the front and back entrances would be blocked.
They knew that the people from Division 17 were downstairs! That’s why they chose to escape through a secret passage!
Oops!
The plan has been completely leaked!
Michelle's head suddenly exploded, and there was a brief blank.
"All perimeter operations personnel immediately enter the building and take cover alternately!" She said the words she least wanted to say: "We are exposed!"
Hugo, who was at the back door of the building, immediately opened up the tattered clothes covering himself and pulled out the MP7 submachine gun from the tattered shopping cart next to him.
A genuine homeless man next to him was so frightened that he sat on the ground and moved backwards, as if there was a ferocious beast standing next to him.
He may have been frightened. He was sitting with him just now. He looked weak and old, and his figure was a bit bloated and obese. Suddenly he became more powerful and fierce. Now even a wolf can't stand him in front of him.
One punch.
In fact, what he didn't know at all was that this guy who looked to be in his forties and slightly obese was not that he was fat to begin with, but that he was wearing a tactical vest with bulletproof inserts under his tattered clothes, which was full of bullets.
MP7 magazine.
This makes Hugo look like a chubby middle-aged man without any fighting ability.
The two hooligans in the opposite alley suddenly felt a strong murderous aura coming from behind them, and a huge shadow passed over their heads.
They both turned around in unison, and Connor was like a god of death standing silently behind him, opening his black robe and raising his killing scythe!
"Oops..."
One of the hooligans opened his mouth and said the last word of his life. (To be continued)