Since all the gangsters on the roadside focused their guns and attention on the upstairs of the cafe opposite, their backs were always turned to Connor. They had no idea that a evil star had appeared behind them.
Although the distance between Connor and the two black hooligans was very close, there was no difficulty in killing them with his bare hands, but now he had to fight for time. Every minute and every second was very precious, so he directly pulled out the Sig Sauer P6 pistol.
A shot was fired at each of these two unlucky men.
Sig Sauer's P6 pistol has always been the favorite of SAS and SBD team members. It has almost no shortcomings except the price.
The two unlucky guys had no room for resistance at all. They were so close that their eyebrows bloomed and their bodies fell straight to the ground.
Connor quickly picked up the M1911 pistol from one of the gangsters, and then walked forward, calling the gangsters on the roadside one by one as he walked.
In order to save ammunition and time, Connor shot each time in the head.
A special forces sergeant like him who comes from the SAS and has been carefully selected and trained by MI17 can shoot rapidly within a range of 5 meters and hit 10-15 small circular targets with a diameter of 10cm in 5 seconds.
So he almost didn't miss, except that one of the gangsters turned around when he heard Connor approaching and ducked to the side when he saw Connor approaching. The bullet directly penetrated his right mandibular joint, taking off half of his face.
The pain made him scream desperately and shrilly. He lay on the ground and crawled like a panicked maggot to the back of a tin trolley.
From here we can see a clear distinction between how people who have received military training and those who have not received standard military training handle critical situations.
The trolley is just a temporary stall trolley that is three meters long and one meter wide, made of about 1.5 mm tinplate (similar to the iron sheet used in cans) covered on an iron frame only 4 mm thick. Iron sheets of this strength are simply not enough
Block the 9MM bullet fired by the Sig Sauer P6 pistol with a muzzle velocity of 50 meters/second.
Connor directly estimated where the guy was hiding behind the cart and fired three shots there.
Three square-shaped bullet hole diffusion surfaces more effectively cover every possible hiding place.
Connor carefully held the pistol to his chest, approached the cart, then jerked his head back, then jerked it back.
In just a scan of less than 0.2 seconds, he had already seen that the unlucky man who had just been hit in the jaw joint had been hit by three bullets that penetrated, and he was already lying behind the cart, unable to move.
Connor hunched over, lowered his posture, and slowly walked around behind the cart.
In this way, the many trolleys around you can cover your body and prevent you from attracting the attention and targeting of distant gangsters.
Kicking away the R4 automatic rifle in the opponent's hand, Connor shot the guy in the head again, because he didn't know where the bullet hit the opponent after penetrating the iron sheet. If it wasn't a vital part, it would just make him faint. Once he woke up,
It may unexpectedly pose a life threat to yourself.
All of this was done in a completely fluid manner. The training Connor had received had already been integrated into his blood and bones, and every tactical move was a subconscious muscle and nerve memory.
After throwing away the M1911 with the empty magazine, he replaced the P6 with a new magazine and inserted it back into the holster. Connor picked up the R4 assault rifle on the ground and found two bullets from the dead guy.
box.
Now, firepower is what Connor desperately needs.
But even so, Connor still suffered a violent counterattack.
He sneak-attacked six or seven gangsters on the street, but attracted the attention of a large group of gangsters across the street, including two guards at the entrance of the cafe.
All of a sudden, bullets were raining down on him.
Connor didn't even have a chance to fight back, because those carts were as useless as paper in front of the 7.6-caliber automatic rifle bullets. He could only lie down, stay as close to the ground as possible, and crawl to a piece of granite on the side of the street.
There are tourist benches made of stone behind them.
This facility left behind in the former wealthy area saved Connor's life. The thick stone was not so easy to penetrate, and the scattered trolleys in front offset part of the impact of the bullets. Connor felt the bullets whizzing around him.
Apart from the uncomfortable feeling of flying above your head, there is no life safety for the time being.
But things can't be avoided like this.
Although the military quality of the gangsters is rubbish, they are better because of the large number of people. This street is their territory. Before the war just started, there were stalls on the street, chatting and even some bars filled with their people.
There is strength in numbers, and the special forces are not gods. Connor has no power to fight back, because as long as you risk exposing a little limb, you may be hit by a lucky bullet.
"I'm trapped!" Connor called for help.
"I encountered resistance on the back stairs. There were estimated to be -5 gangsters inside!" When Hugo was talking on the phone, there were explosions and gunshots in the background. It seemed that this guy was also very busy.
In the Chevrolet car, Michelle had already put on a tactical vest and picked up the MK18 automatic rifle.
Joyce said: "Major, I'm going too."
"No!" Michelle immediately rejected Joyce's request without thinking: "George is responsible for satellite monitoring, and you are responsible for driving. We may have to escape at any time, and you cannot leave the driver's seat!"
Joyce knew that Major Michel was not exaggerating, and that he and his group could indeed run away at any time.
"Connor, hold on, I'll go over and save you!" Michelle comforted Connor, who was already in a panic.
Qin Fei's voice suddenly came from the headphones.
"Major, you go help Hugo, and I'll take care of Connor's side."
"Damn it! How could I forget them!" Michelle was stunned. She suddenly slapped her forehead and cursed herself.
She has always been the commander of this five-person team, and has formed a habit for a long time. She just didn't expect that there were two more non-staff members in her team today, and they were also top-notch experts - a top PLA special agent.
One of the members of the force is known as the most mysterious and awesome member of the Delta Force in the United States.
"Okay! You guys go help Connor, and I'll help Hugo George. Keep an eye on the satellite surveillance and the surroundings of this building complex. If you find anything, report it to us in a timely manner!"
"Yes, madam!"
…
In front of the cafe, two guards were holding AK47s and firing continuously towards the opposite side.
In fact, they didn't see any trace of Connor, but their habit of street gunfights made them shoot whenever there was the slightest sign of trouble, and whenever they saw the opponent in a certain location, they would keep shooting there even if they couldn't see the exact location.
This is a kind of psychological dependence on one's own safety. When you shoot, you will feel safe. The less you can see the other party, the safer you feel. The sound of the gun seems to be a reassurance for them.
This is the difference between third- and fourth-rate characters who have received military training and those who have not.
Suddenly, one of the guards saw two ragged homeless people walking slowly from the park in the middle of the street. He suddenly became a little irritated and cursed at the homeless people: "Are you looking for death!? Get out!"
After saying that, he turned the gun as if to teach these two people a lesson. (To be continued)