In less than ten minutes, Team B was wiped out. This was the most brutal battle that Owen had ever participated in.
Calm down, you must calm down. Thinking of the impulse when you first woke up, if it weren't for the bulletproof vest, you would be one of them.
The fighting over there is still going on, and dragging it out is the most powerful thing for them. In this fierce gun battle, someone must have called the police. They will be saved when support arrives, but Owen knows very well that the other party will not give them enough time.
Sure enough, the other side suddenly increased its output, and people began to move towards this side.
If things couldn't go on like this, Irving decided to attack.
"Cover me~~, Monica~~~"
Monica and the others opened fire, Owen rushed to the side, Heartbeat and Campbell cooperated to suppress the middle direction, Owen cut to the right rear, Monica understood Owen's meaning, and also cooperated with the move, cutting to the left rear
.
"Pah-pah-pah, pah-pah-pah, pah-pah~"
Bullet time can help him aim quickly, but it cannot help him achieve headshots with guns. However, shooting the torso is no problem. Another person was hit by Owen, but Campbell on his side was also hit.
Bullets were flying on the battlefield, and the suppressive fire in the middle had to stop because Campbell was shot.
He was not very lucky today. His neck was hit by a stray bullet. He didn't know if it damaged an artery. A lot of blood flowed out. His heartbeat was pressing the wound, but he didn't know how long it would last.
The suppression in the middle disappeared, and most of the bullets were directed towards the two people on both sides.
Owen moved quickly on the right side with small steps, and the muzzle of the gun hovered in front of and to the left of him from time to time. He seemed to have found the state he was in at the IPSC shooting range, shooting rhythmically with the gun in his hand, shooting and walking.
Monica also showed her best, the two of them covered each other and pushed forward with cross fire.
Owen shot a guy in the leg twice, and the guy screamed in pain. After being wounded, Owen didn't care about him. Instead, he immediately moved the muzzle of his gun and pushed back a black hooded guy who was standing diagonally across from him.
Monica immediately followed up and killed the guy Owen left for her on the ground. Then she went around the bunker from behind, cooperated with Owen to attack from the front and back, and then killed the black hood who was forced back by Owen and was changing the magazine. Owen's gun
The mouth has pointed to a new goal.
Monica always had the feeling that her and Owen's cooperation seemed to have a natural understanding. No communication was needed. As long as she saw him shooting, she knew what he was going to do. Cooperating with this guy was simply a kind of enjoyment, even
It was a bit addictive, a feeling she had never experienced before.
The two of them cooperated like this, with Owen suppressing or knocking the opponent to a standstill, while Monica followed up with follow-up shots, and sometimes it was the other way around.
Kakakka~~
The magazine of the M4A1 was empty. Irving had no time to change the magazine. An enemy might jump out every minute. Irving simply gave up the rifle, took out his pistol, and continued shooting.
The two sides are now very close, and there are three to four people on the other side, so the power of the pistol is fully sufficient.
Soon Monica's M4 also hit empty space, and he also didn't leave any gap for the opponent. He immediately changed his pistol and cooperated with Owen again.
A guy tried to sneak up on Owen while he was attacking others, but Monica shot him in the leg. Owen was stunned and shot in the head.
Out of the corner of his eye, he felt a figure flashing next to him. Owen took a step back diagonally, and all the bullets fired from the opposite direction hit the body of the guy whose head was shot.
Seeing that the number of people on their side continued to decrease, the remaining two people gathered together, pointed their guns at the positions of Owen and Monica, and started shooting.
Owen and Monica hid behind the bunker and did not move, but the two people in front kept retreating. They were preparing to withdraw. This would cost 100 million or 100 million dollars. Saving their lives first was the most important thing.
The two of them alternated between retreating and shooting, trying to leave no gaps in the suppression.
Owen took advantage of one of the guys to suppress Monica and shot him at the corner of the wall where he was hiding. The gravel shattered by the bullet in the corner hit the guy in the face, and the guy leaned back and his body was exposed.
.
Monica took the opportunity to shoot and killed another one.
The last guy was hiding behind a pillar. He was very well hidden and only exposed the muzzle of his gun to shoot threateningly.
Owen and Monica tried several times but were unable to hit each other. Monica took the opportunity to replace the M4A1 with a new magazine, but Owen suddenly remembered the female killer in Paris.
Somehow, Owen turned his adrenaline to the highest level, recalling her appearance, and swung out the gun in his right hand.
"Snapped!"
Bullets hit the sky.
Owen tries again.
"Snapped!"
The bullet only left a small crater in the pillar.
Owen concentrated again. At this time, his heartbeat had exceeded four hundred beats per minute. He would not dare to try again if he failed.
"Snapped!"
A bullet was shot in an arc by him, subverting common sense. The bullet circled in a small arc and hit the only remaining black hooded man by accident.
“Deng Deng Deng~~”
The black hooded body fell out, and Owen just managed to make an arc, but there was no guarantee of hit rate. It would be good if he could hit someone. Monica didn't hesitate at all, and decisively struck three times in a row. The fire flashed and the black hood fell down.
land.
Owen shook his sore arm, put on a new magazine, looked around, and then carefully walked to the side of the black hood.
Monica also came from the other direction, this should be the last enemy.
Monica's last three shots hit him directly in the head. It seemed that no more shots were needed, but Owen still kicked the weapon out of his hand out of habit.
"Teach me~"
"What?"
"That trick you used to shoot a curved bullet just now!"
"You saw it wrong, how could the bullet turn..."
Owen refused to admit it. Are you kidding? Adrenaline is his biggest secret. Without adrenaline, it is impossible to shoot a curved bullet. He almost dislocated his arm when he occasionally shot like this.
Monica pouted, this guy is so stingy~~~
Monica followed Owen back, and neither of them noticed that the moment Monica made the request just now, there was a hint of coquettishness.
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In the car, Alex looked anxious. He had just tried his best to get the handcuffs off the car wall. Although the handcuffs were still on his hands, they no longer affected his movements.
Although he couldn't see what was going on outside in the airtight carriage, it didn't stop him from listening with his ears open.
He still knew how fierce the fighting was outside, and he also knew that SWAT people had died. The sound of the firefight outside was getting weaker and weaker. He didn't know who was winning, but he was ready to escape quickly while the two sides were still fighting.
I secretly opened the car door, stretched out my head and took a look. There were many dead people around, including SWATs and black hoods. There was still an exchange of fire ahead. Not far away, a guy was pressing the wounds of an injured SWAT.
This is a perfect opportunity!
Alex jumped out of the car and ran towards a place with few people without caring about the direction. He had just taken two steps when suddenly a row of bullet holes appeared at his feet, and a row of bullets hit nearby, splashing a lot of mud.
He knew that someone was warning him, so he slowly raised his hand, turned around, and saw Owen's hateful face.
"Let me go, the $100 million is all yours, you can do anything with the $100 million, let me go..."
Alex was still making his last effort for his freedom. Owen approached him and without saying a word, he hit Alex in the face with the butt of his gun. This time it was for Maurice...
Then another gun butt, this time for Nicholas...
This time it's for Coulson...
This time it's for Campbell...
This time it's for Team B...
This time it's for...well...for the black hoods who died trying to save you...
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Alex's face was covered with blood. Owen stopped, looked at it, spat, and then slammed the butt of the gun down hard. This time, it was for readers' recommendation votes...