The first batch of mafiosi who rushed down were unprepared and received a wave of bullets in front of them. Several of them lay down as soon as they met.
The remaining people hurriedly squatted down and hid behind the handrail of the stairs. The gorgeous and strong marble railings blocked some of the bullets for them.
But from time to time, someone was hit by bullets shot through the gaps. The mafia were completely suppressed there, unable to raise their heads for a while, and unable to fight back.
But soon, waves of mafiosi ran down from the second floor and used the stairs as a cover to attack Chen Mo and the others.
Although Howard and others continued to kill the emerging enemies, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. Each of them hid behind cover and started a fierce battle with the mafia on the opposite side.
Suddenly, Howard, who was afraid of death, moved out from behind Chen Mo. He stood carelessly in the middle of the field and shot up the stairs repeatedly, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Everyone was hiding behind the bunker and shooting. Howard suddenly appeared and attracted the attention of several mafiosi. Upon seeing this, a strong man holding a double-barreled shotgun immediately moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Howard.
"Bang!" There was a burst of fire from the muzzle of the gun. A dozen lead bullets loaded in the No. 20 shotgun bullets scattered into a small piece, hitting Howard's chest and abdomen, and the huge impact knocked him away.
go out.
Howard, who was lying on the ground, grinned. The moment he was hit by a shotgun, he felt as if he had been punched dozens of times at the same time, causing pain in his bones.
Without enough time to admire the powerful defensive power of the bulletproof armor, Howard rolled several times and hid behind a pile of sofas. The strong and thick solid wood was enough to withstand the attacks of these small-caliber bullets.
The strong man who hit Howard just now had his eyes wide open. He looked at Howard who was doing nothing. He wondered if he had filled the wrong rubber bullet just now. Before he could raise his gun to attack again, a bullet fired from the corner penetrated the bullet.
took his head off.
More and more gunmen rushed down from the second floor, and everyone in the martial arts hall was gradually suppressed. They could only hide behind corners, pillars and other bunkers, and took advantage of the intervals when the firepower weakened to poke their heads out and fight back.
In fact, with Chen Mo's strength, one person could quickly kill all these gunmen, but he hid in the corner of the hall and rarely took action.
Most of Chen Mo's attention was focused on Albert and the others. When they poked their heads out from behind the bunker and were exposed to the firepower from the opposite side, Chen Mo would pay close attention to the direction of the opponent's gun. When their heads were hit by
When aiming, Chen Mo's bullets will take the lead and kill the threatening gunman directly.
As for the shot Howard received? As long as it was not an attack on the head or a fatal attack, Chen Mo would not care.
He was in no hurry to end the battle. It was a rare opportunity for everyone in the martial arts school to participate in actual combat. It was just a good opportunity to give them a good training. Combat with live ammunition was the fastest way to grow.
With Chen Mo's secret attention, although several people were pressed and beaten by the opposite party, their lives were not in danger. Occasionally, bullets hit their bodies, but it just felt like they had been punched, but the place where they were hit was unscathed.
And their marksmanship is not weak. Although they are suppressed by the dense bullets from the opposite side and the firepower of the attack is weakened a lot, they are still killing the enemies upstairs. As the fierce gun battle continues, the wide and gorgeous stairs
It was gradually filled with the bodies of Mafia members who had been shot dead.
There are fewer and fewer people rushing downstairs, but more and more people are being killed. The Mafia gunmen face these invading enemies who are small in number but powerful in combat. Although they still occupy a large number of people,
The advantage and momentum gradually weakened.
In such a fierce gun battle, one side suffered heavy casualties, but the other side suffered no casualties. Feeling that the number of companions around them was slowly decreasing, the remaining people couldn't help but feel fear, and the firepower also weakened.
Huang Quan hid behind a thick marble pillar and quickly changed the magazine. In the fierce battle just now, with his sharp reactions and precise marksmanship, he killed at least five enemies.
After changing the magazine, Huang Quan keenly felt that the bullets hitting the marble pillar behind him were obviously much sparse. Without wasting this opportunity, Huang Quan immediately stepped out, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the enemy on the opposite stairs, and quickly pulled the trigger.
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The first bullet hit the marble handrail of the staircase, cracking a chip in the smooth and gorgeous marble.
The second bullet that followed passed through the gap in the armrest and shot into the chest of a mafioso hiding behind.
After killing an enemy with two shots, Huang Quan immediately dodged and hid behind the marble pillar again. A dense burst of bullets also followed, sending stone fragments flying across the stone pillar.
Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen were not idle either. They also seized the opportunity when the opponent's firepower weakened and fired rapidly, each killing an enemy.
However, Old Albert's performance was a bit eye-catching. He was originally hiding at the corner of the wall on one side of the hall, with his back against the wall, holding a pistol in each hand and raising it to his ears. There was a hint of cold murderous look on his elegant and calm face.
Taking advantage of the gap when the firepower weakened, he turned around and dodged out. His hands stretched forward as his body turned, and his sharp eyes were firmly locked on the enemy on the opposite stairs. The two pistols were fired almost at the same time. Before the explosion,
Driven by the gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the gun chamber in no particular order, spinning at high speed and shooting towards the stairs.
On the stairs, two mafia gangsters were standing in front of the handrail, holding two Thompson submachine guns and pouring bullets down with ruthless faces.
"Puff! Puff!" The sound of two bullets piercing flesh was heard, and blood spattered on each of their chests. They groaned and fell to the ground.
Albert's hands holding the gun kept swinging, constantly aiming and shooting. At the same time, his feet kept moving and quickly moved towards the marble pillar on one side.
Albert can be said to have the best marksmanship among everyone except Chen Mo. After firing with both guns, the mafiosi on the opposite side fell one after another, and the opponent's counterattack hit him, but it only made his body slightly smaller.
A lag.
When he hid behind the stone pillar again, the bullets in the gun had just been discharged.
The strong figure and calm demeanor made Chen Mo, who was always paying attention to the battlefield, nod secretly. He couldn't help but think of Harry, the skilled, elegant and gentleman old agent in "Kingsman".
As for Howard, who was belligerent but fearful of death, he hid behind a pile of thick solid wood sofas and shot upward through the gaps. The place he chose was tricky, and it was difficult for the gunman on the opposite staircase to aim at him, so he kept
Hiding there, he kept shooting with excitement on his face, killing as many enemies as Old Albert.
A Mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard hiding behind the sofa and quietly aimed his gun at him.
Howard, who thought he was hiding well, was unaware of this and was still shooting with his gun.