Being attacked by a shotgun with a fatality rate of 100% at close range, one can imagine the fate of the leader. Driven by the projectiles, the leader flew backwards and hit the wall behind him heavily.
As the leader sprayed a mouthful of blood on his hood, leaving a long blood mark on the snow-white wall, he collapsed to the ground, his head tilted, and he stopped breathing.
After killing the leader, Luo Hao pointed the pistol in his left hand at the militants in front of him on his left.
"Dang! Dang!"
Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets penetrated the left chest of the militant from the same bullet hole.
doubletap!
The heart, which was hit by two bullets in a short period of time, was completely smashed. The militant who lost his heart function stared wide-eyed and fell to the ground, with blood gushing from his mouth and nose, enjoying the last moment of his life.
A few short seconds.
When attacking with a pistol, Luo Hao held the sleeve of the shotgun, swung the gun, and completed the process of ejecting the shell and loading the ammunition.
"Bang!", "嘡!"
The surgical gurney slid forward, firing pistols and shotguns alternately, beating the hell out of the militants blocking the corridor and fleeing in all directions. However, in such a narrow space in the corridor, there was no suitable bunker for the militants to cover.
Therefore, these militants are destined to become the dead souls of Luo Hao.
When Luo Hao squatted on the gurney and slid out of the operating room, Zhou Bai, Situ Kong and others also followed the gurney and rushed out of the operating room. The five people formed a tactical attack formation to protect Carlos, who was carrying Fang Hongyu on his back.
In the middle of the team.
When the surgical gurney slid to the end of the corridor, Luo Hao jumped up from the gurney. While leaping in the air, he used the last bullet from the shotgun to headshot the militant beside him. After landing, Luo Hao
, turned the Remington M870 shotgun that had become a "fire stick" in his hand, and hit it hard on the head of the militant in front of him who was raising his MP5 submachine gun in front of him.
"Snapped!"
With the tapping movement of Luo Hao's hand, the butt of the Remington M870 shotgun in his hand was broken into two pieces on the spot. The militant who was hit by the butt was even beaten to a bloody head.
Flow and fall softly to the ground.
The empty surgical gurney continued to slide forward, crashing into the wall at the end of the corridor with a militant facing the gurney. As the opponent's blood spurted out, it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.
Standing at the end of the corridor, Luo Hao's face was as cold as thousand-year-old ice. He threw away the shotgun with the butt broken in half, pulled out the Glock 17 pistol, held it in his right hand, and shouted loudly at the brother who was following behind him.
Shouted: "This way!"
The group retreated down the stairs where there were fewer militants.
Tactical Team B, who protected Fang Hongyu as she retreated outside the hospital, kept shooting at the swarming militants. Although their attacks suppressed the charge of those militants in a short time, they also aroused
Aware of the ferocity of those people, the attacks became more violent.
The entire tactical team B, including Carlos and Fang Hongyu, were trapped behind the medical guidance platform. Although there was a medical guidance platform around as a temporary bunker, several people used their bodies to surround Carlos and Fang Hongyu. In addition to being protected by six people
Carlos and Fang Hongyu, who were in the center of the team, and almost everyone in the six members of tactical team B had wounds left by stray bullets. They were not deep or shallow, and although they were not fatal, they were still painful enough to make people grin.
"Kill them!"
Looking at the eight people who were already in dire straits, bursts of roars erupted from the fierce-looking militants.
"Capture them alive!" A black man with braided hair, wearing printed short-sleeves, and camouflage pants that had turned white after washing, raised the shotgun in his hand, suppressed the surrounding voices, and shouted loudly: "Capture them alive, we can
Get more bounties!”
"Capture them alive!"
"Capture them alive!"
…
Armed with AK automatic rifles, shotguns, and MP5 submachine guns in their hands, the militants slowly approached the medical desk in the middle of the hall on the ground floor.
Listening to the cluttered footsteps around him, Luo Hao took out the ring that Yun Xi had given to him before setting off. With tenderness in his eyes full of murderous intent, he put away the ring and said to the people around him: "Brothers, wait a moment.
When they get close, we are ready to fight out, what else can we think of?"
"If we die, I hope it will attract the attention of the family. Don't let our death be in vain." Zhou Bai replaced a magazine for the AK-47 in his hand. This was the last thing left on him.
Spare magazine.
Zhou Bai, who came from a military family, was never afraid that he would one day die in battle. He once believed that the ultimate fate of a soldier was to be shrouded in horse leather.
"I will definitely do it." Lin Xiaoyang patted Zhou Bai on the shoulder and said, "We made such a big noise in Brazil this time. The man-in-law must have got the news, and she will definitely pass the news back to the dragon's lair."
"Bai, maybe we can meet soon!" Lin Xiaoyang pinched the golden eagle badge on his chest and thought to himself.
"Carlos, it's us who have caused trouble for you this time." Luo Hao looked at Carlos apologetically and said. If it weren't for people like himself, he would be driving his unair-conditioned taxi right now, humming on the road.
Playing songs to boost business.
"Hey buddy, it's true, I don't regret getting to know you at all." Carlos grinned at Luo Hao and said, "Really, following you is so exciting."
Luo Hao nodded, and after replacing the spare magazines for the two pistols in his hands, he silently calculated the distance between the militants and himself. When he had just counted down to "" in his heart, two sounds suddenly came from the door of the hall.
The deafening sound of grenade explosions.
"boom--!"
"boom--!"
Two steel ball grenades blew up the militants in the hall on the ground floor, sending them fleeing in all directions. Then the roar of the engines of several heavy-duty locomotives came from far to near.
"squeak--!"
The motorcycle tires made a sharp and harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground. Sitting astride the motorcycle, a figure dressed in black clothes, black pants and a black helmet, with a figure that looked extremely cool, holding an MP5 submachine gun in each hand, started working from left to right, heading towards the hall.
The militants who had not yet recovered from the grenade explosion fired wildly.
The figure closest to the medical guidance table opened the windshield on his helmet and shouted at the tactical team B squatting inside the medical guidance table: "Is there anyone alive?! Give me a shout if you can breathe."
Voice!"
"The boss is here!" When Carlos heard Chang Qing's voice on the motorcycle, his face suddenly showed a deep joy.
Luo Hao stood up and fired the pistols in both hands at the same time. After hitting the head of the militant who was about to hide behind the pillar, he said to Chang Qing who was sitting on the motorcycle: "Brother Chang, you came in time!"