As soon as I smelled it, I knew it was the smell of blood.
The nerves in the whole body suddenly became tense, the crosshair's heart beat violently, and the blood rushed to the brain.
This is not a good sign.
He habitually placed his hands like his waist, but he couldn't touch the gun.
Suddenly I discovered that I was no longer working as a mercenary in Africa, but in Rio de Janeiro and South America!
Damn it!
He cursed secretly in his mind.
There were no lights on in the room, the curtains were drawn on the windows, and the light in the room seemed very dim.
He was already at the end of the stairs, and he could see the entire room just by turning the corner.
Click——
In the darkness, he seemed to hear the familiar sound of a bullet being loaded.
There is someone in the house.
Although he didn't know what happened, with his sensitive professional sense of smell, Zixing knew that something must have happened at Som's house.
His emotions were boiling like boiling water, but the mercenary's reason told him that now was not the time to be sad. The sound of a gun being loaded proved that someone was still in the house.
No matter who it is, you must take measures to deal with it.
But I don't have a gun on me, which is the most dangerous place. Fortunately, the house is narrow enough. If I can fight with the opponent here, I still have a chance of winning.
Zhixing has been involved in the underworld in Johannesburg since he was a child, and he became a killer at an early age.
His fighting skills are not weak. Although he has not received professional training, his street fighting skills are honed from street fights and actual combat, and are extremely practical.
Looking around, he saw a dilapidated three-layer refrigerator standing next to the stairs. The top of the refrigerator was filled with sundries, and there was a pair of scissors in a handmade bamboo basket.
good!
He was overjoyed!
In a fight inside a house, scissors are no less powerful than a butterfly knife.
He slowly reached over and took the scissors in his hand, running his fingers through the handle.
Now, he already has a weapon in his hand that can kill people.
There are five more steps in front of the stairs. After walking down, just turn left and you will see the situation inside the house.
The crosshair cat lowers his waist and lowers the height of his body.
There is an advantage to doing this. If the enemy intends to ambush you after turning a corner, his aiming position will generally be about the same as the height of an adult. If you lower your posture, even if someone else fires, the first shot will miss.
He tried to lower the sound of his feet on the stairs and walked slowly down like a cheetah always preparing to attack its prey.
When I reached the third to last staircase, a pair of shoes appeared in the crosshairs' sight.
This is a pair of Nike sneakers, worn on the feet of an adult who is apparently lying on the ground.
The shoes were men's, which made the crosshairs breathe a sigh of relief again.
He grabbed the shoulder strap of the backpack with one hand, and slowly slipped out of the backpack strap with the other hand holding the scissors.
Then he took a step further down, and when his feet were on the penultimate stair, the crosshairs threw the horseback backpack forward with lightning speed.
In the darkness, the backpack crossed the room like a black shadow.
puff--
puff--
With two dull gunshots, two bullet holes appeared in MacGyver's backpack.
Crosshair also took the opportunity to hear that there were two in the room, one was in front of him at about 11 o'clock on his left, about five meters away from him; and the other gunman was closest to him, behind the wall at the corner.
Definitely no more than two meters.
The long-term underworld life and mercenary career have made the crosshair extremely proficient in offense and defense. It can be said that there are various different muscle memories in every part of his body. When danger approaches, he will
Respond naturally and correctly.
When the gunshot rang out, the crosshair had already jumped out.
When the gunmen shot at MacGyver's backpack, they had to move the muzzle of the gun. When they found out that they had been targeted, it would take some time to turn the muzzle back.
Maybe it only takes a second, for a skilled shooter.
But one second is enough for the crosshair.
The eyes of the gunmen behind the wall had been attracted by the MacGyver backpack. They lurked quietly in the room, just waiting for the crosshair to appear and kill them, but they did not expect that the one they hit was actually a backpack.
In shock, the gunman felt that something was wrong.
Before he could aim again at the stairs where his crosshair was, a black shadow had already arrived in front of him.
In Crosshair's past experience, he has been in close combat with his opponents countless times, and this time is no exception.
For a gangster killer and an elite mercenary, killing is their main job.
The cold and sharp scissors parted like a V-shaped fork, easily piercing the chin of the killer behind the corner, and then effortlessly passed through the lower jaw, directly nailing the tongue to death like a barbecue fork on a piece of pork chop.
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He couldn't even scream, and the pain almost made the gunman faint.
The crosshair's left hand pressed down on the shooter's pistol equipped with a silencer, pressed it firmly against the opponent's chest, and continuously pulled the trigger.
There were two more blood holes in the gunman's chest, and blood splattered all over the front sight.
Following Crosshair's usual practice, he could use this person as a human shield, grab the gun and shoot at another person.
However, when the blood splashed on the front sight's clothes and caught his sight, the front sight went dark, and the scene when he was hit by a heavy machine gun bullet on his helmet in the waters of Comoro appeared again.
Just for a moment, the fighter opportunity has been missed.
The other gunman didn't care about his accomplice's life or death, and continuously pulled the trigger at his accomplice and crosshairs.
The bullet penetrated the body in front of the crosshair, and then hit his chest.
One person and one corpse fell to the ground at the same time.
The gunman on the opposite side seized the opportunity and saw the crosshair falling to the ground. He quickly moved forward and continued to shoot as he walked, preparing to end the life of the crosshair.
After all, he knew that this opponent was not a vegetarian.
According to the information provided by his boss before coming here, the guy in front of him has been a killer since he was a teenager, and became a mercenary in his twenties. He has participated in dozens of battles, large and small, and is an experienced battlefield elite.
At the moment of life and death, Quasi Xing's strong will to survive came into play, pulling him out of that illusory memory.
A voice seemed to be shouting at the crosshair in his head: "Shoot! Shoot! Otherwise you will die!"
The crosshair gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the other gunman.
The other party screamed and fell down.
Crosshair got up from the ground, saw the other man struggling to raise the muzzle of the gun again, and quickly shot him in the arm again.
The gunman let out another scream and could no longer raise his hand.
The reason why he didn't kill him was because Zixing wanted to leave one alive.
He didn't see Som in the room. He didn't know what happened to Som. Maybe he hadn't gone home yet, maybe there were other bad things happening to this little family.