The back room on the first floor of the main house.
Stan Lee and William Christopher walked into the room one after another, with revolvers on their waists and even wide-brimmed cowboy hats on their heads, just like the old cowboys in Western movies.
As an old man in his 70s, this kind of fierce gun battle is no longer suitable for them to participate in. No matter their physical strength, agility and reaction, they cannot keep up with the combat requirements, but will add chaos.
This look shows more confidence in fighting to the end.
Maybe when the gangsters rush in, they can draw their guns and shoot each other, showing the bloody spirit of the old Texas cowboys who resist until death.
William Alex followed behind with a long gun in hand. The gunfire in front of the house had subsided. There were more than a dozen bodyguards and snipers in Canbery to contain the enemy. It was difficult for these gangsters to break in.
A few minutes ago, William Alex killed and wounded one gangster each with the spear in his hand. The excitement on his face has not completely faded away, and he looked very arrogant.
According to the "non-compromise principle" and "castle principle" stipulated in U.S. law, citizens have no obligation to compromise in their own homes and can resort to violent resistance to protect the safety of their lives and property.
Faced with the threat of intrusion into one's home, one can legitimately use force to defend himself without being prosecuted or held accountable by law.
Therefore, being a thief in the United States is a very dangerous profession. If you invade someone else's home without permission, you may be shot dead on the spot without any responsibility.
Comparatively speaking, robbery on the street is less dangerous and less technical, making it the favorite choice of many cash-strapped gangsters wandering the streets.
Stan Lee couldn't help complaining; "Listening to these lame accents, I knew that these are all members of the damn little book violence gang. I think they are here for the boss king. It seems that your huge wealth is really fascinating. , the charm is so great that I will go to the ocean to rob you."
"Hey, actually, I'm also tempted. I really want to grab a piece of such a big fat sheep." William Christopher smiled maliciously, with his gray beard twitching, like an old gangster in the desert.
"Bingo, we thought of going together, hahaha..."
William Christopher and Stan Lee were comrades in the U.S. Army during World War II and experienced the flames of war in Europe. Their eldest son, William Alex, was on the battlefield during the Vietnam War and was no stranger to bullets and bullets.
In the decades after World War II, the U.S. military participated in almost all kinds of wars in the world, large and small, and never went a year without fighting.
As long as you have served as a soldier in the US military, it is almost rare that you have not experienced the training of war during your service.
Major Harrison is one of the veterans. He has experienced dozens of military operations in the Vietnam War, the invasion of Grenada, Libya, Iran and Panama, etc. He can be called a war veteran.
He looked warily at the two old gangsters who walked into the room, and stared at William Alex at the door from the corner of his eye; "Come on, such a joke is not funny. It's not that the gangsters outside are incapable of making a desperate move, so it's better to Think about how to get through this difficulty?"
"It's very simple, kill them all." William Alex replied lazily, leaning on the door frame.
"Wow! It turns out there is a Texas lone hero here. The enemy is outside. Now you can prove that you are not bragging."
"Bald guy, don't try to anger me. Your Ranger service experience is useless in front of me. At least I don't have to make money as a bodyguard." William Alex sneered coldly.
"Hey, it turns out that the first team (nicknamed the First Red Division) was beaten badly enough by Vietnamese monkeys in the Vietnamese jungle. No wonder you have the confidence to brag about it here. Come on, brother, we all know how you rolled back and escaped.
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Harrison's sharp mouth was never forgiving, and William Alex was so angry that he clutched the rifle in his hand tightly.
"Be careful with your gun, man. Don't let it go off. You can't afford the consequences."
After Harrison finished speaking, Captain Nobita, Madman and Tom in the room silently put their hands on their guns, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to solidify.
At this dangerous moment, no one dares to entrust their safety to a stranger, even if he is the owner of the ranch.
After all, wealth touches people's hearts, and the boss king is like a walking treasure. In this moment of bullets and bullets, people's hearts are impetuous. How can we guarantee that others will not have any evil thoughts?
With billions of wealth at your fingertips, few people can withstand such a huge temptation and stick to their hearts.
At this moment, there were continuous rumbling explosions outside the house.
"Oh my god...smoke bombs, the enemy launched another attack, defense, we can't let them rush in." William Hann screamed at the window and opened fire fiercely.
"Fake." William Alex cursed, turned around and ran out.
"Madman, Harrison and Tom go to support your teammates. It's enough for me to have Captain Nobita here. We must not let thugs rush into the room. With just one grenade, we will all be finished."
Wang Yaocheng issued the order, and the other three people heard the increasingly fierce gunshots outside the house. They did not dare to neglect and rushed out one after another with guns to support their companions.
They were in an inner room on the first floor. There was a corridor at the door of the room. Beyond the corridor was the outer room. The windows there faced the fierce fighting outside, which was much more dangerous.
The bullet "crackled" hit the beams of the wooden building, making a huge noise, as if a woodpecker was constantly tapping with its beak.
The thick smoke exploded by the smoke grenade made the shooting field of view blurred. Both sides could only shoot randomly in the possible directions of the enemy, using firepower to make up for the lack of shooting accuracy.
Occasionally, there was a scream, and I didn't know which unlucky guy had been shot.
In this smoke-filled situation, even Camberley, a sniper with excellent marksmanship, had no good way to stop the enemy's attack and could only wait for the opportunity quietly.
"Boss King, this is exciting, isn't it?" Stan said abruptly.
Wang Yaocheng gave him a strange look; "It's really surprising that you think so. There is a lack of superheroes in your works right now. You won't transform into the Hulk yourself."
Stan Lee said, "This familiar smell of gunpowder smoke brings me back to my youth. Those were the exciting war years. It's really nostalgic."
"Come on, Stan Lee, no matter what kind of war is evil, the character of "Captain America" does not lack the interpretation of the war years. Now people are wailing and dying outside. What feelings are you telling me now? Are you not hot-headed?
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"When people get old, they often fall into memories."
Wang Yaocheng was a little impatient; "Okay, old man, keep an eye out, don't let someone rush in and kill you with one shot."
Captain Nobita silently unfolded the portable bulletproof steel plate and said, "Boss, I'll cover you on the second floor. It's too dangerous here. Gangsters may rush in at any time."
Hearing this, William Christopher looked at Captain Nobita with hawk-like eyes. His female dependents and children were all hiding in the basement. Captain Nobita's departure was tantamount to reducing the protective power, leaving the female dependents to face danger.
Once the gangsters come in, the female relatives will suffer first.
Captain Nobita's first priority was to protect Wang Yaocheng's safety. He didn't care about the lives of other ghosts. He glared back with iron blood and a murderous look on his body.
The eyes of both parties seemed to collide with each other, and there was a silent contest in the dark room.
William Christopher hesitated for a moment, but finally did not speak to stop him, nor did he make any unnecessary moves. Any move he made would result in a strong reaction from Captain Nobita.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Yaocheng nodded and said, "Okay."
Rather than being on guard against each other here, it would be better to take a step back to the second floor and guard this wooden building together.
With the addition of the bodyguards, William Christopher and his son, the number of guards on the first floor reached 11, which was already excessive. There was no need to gather them all to guard the first floor.
Judging from the current battlefield situation, there will be no more than 25 invading Japanese violent gangs. In addition to the absolute advantage in firepower, there are not many ways to attack.
On the defensive side, plus the sniper Camberley, the staff officer, Bobcat, Xiaodao and Rebecca who were holding back the enemy outside, the defensive strength was no less than that of the enemy, and the defense line was difficult to break through.
a moment later
Captain Nobita and Wang Yaocheng had already retreated to the second floor, and the shouts of killing suddenly became fierce. Four or five members of the violent group who were attacking head-on rushed out of the smoke with guns in hand, shouting and shooting wildly all the way.
Naturally, he died miserably. In the blink of an eye, he was beaten into pieces by the dense rain of bullets and fell to the ground dead.
"No, the enemy is coming from the side."
"Fake...it's a grenade, stay down!"
There was a scream, and several shock flash bombs were thrown through the broken windows, which exploded into pieces with a "bang" of bright light. Sawdust flew everywhere on the first floor, and dust flew up.
This was the surprise of the night battle. Unexpectedly, the enemy risked huge casualties, attracted firepower from the front, and took advantage of the cover of night to attack from the side.
The sudden change immediately caused a gap in the defense on the first floor, and the team members hiding in the outer living room lost their ability to resist.
At this moment, five black figures climbed in through the window. Before they had time to shoot the defending bodyguards, two fully armed warriors rushed down from the second floor. They fired violently with rifles and pistols in their hands, spraying gun flames.
Rain of bullets.
With the help of Captain Daxiong's portable bullet-proof steel plate, Wang Yaocheng opened fire violently with guns in both hands. The clear "pap-pap-pap" sound of the M4 carbine knocked the three gangsters who were close at hand to the ground.
Captain Nobita fired his pistol at the other two gangsters. The dense bullets shuttled through the narrow space and hit the portable bulletproof steel plate with a dense muffled sound.
Wang Yaocheng fired thirty bullets from one magazine in the shortest time, cutting the three gangsters into sieves with bloody holes and bullet holes everywhere.
He quickly changed the magazine with one hand, quickly moved the muzzle of the gun, and fired fiercely at the last two gangsters without stopping, shrouding the two gangsters in a hail of bullets and dancing wildly. The gangsters' blood splattered with the fierce and hot steel-core bullets.
In an instant, 30 bullets were poured out.
It wasn't until he heard the clear "click" sound of the empty gun being cocked that Wang Yaocheng released the tightly held trigger, pulled out the empty magazine with one hand, and replaced it with a magazine filled with bullets.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with thick smoke and dust, making the living room on the first floor a mess.
Half of the people were surrounded by a thick wooden pillar, which was blown apart by a flash shock bomb. The solid wood dining table was also turned into debris. In less than a minute of close combat, the scene seemed as tragic as a bloody slaughterhouse.