Finally getting rid of Owen's shackles, the sniper coughed violently and breathed in the air greedily, but his eyes were fixed on Owen, full of killing intent, just waiting for him to catch his breath.
I'm going to kill Owen.
A few seconds later, he stood up staggeringly. Although he hadn't fully recovered yet, he was almost strangled to death just now, and he couldn't wait to kill the guy in front of him.
Owen watched the sniper stand up and felt pain all over his body. He also remembered, but the aftereffects of the previous attack were still there, and his body was still a little out of control.
The sniper came closer step by step. Owen felt that his consciousness was recovering, but it seemed that it was too late.
Suddenly, a black figure knocked down the sniper from behind. It was McClain. This guy finally came to life.
The two rolled into a ball on the ground. McClane was riding on the sniper, cursing and punching the sniper in the face one after another.
The sniper's nose was broken by McClane, and his face was covered in blood, but then McClane was kicked away again.
Owen had already calmed down now. He took advantage of McClain's struggle with the sniper. He hugged the sniper's right arm with both hands and pressed his legs on the sniper's neck and chest respectively. He waited until the sniper finished dealing with Mike.
By the time Ryan arrived, it was too late, a perfect cross solid shape.
The sniper kept struggling, and Owen's arms continued to increase strength. He didn't even think about the other party begging for mercy. He just wanted to twist the other party's arm, but the other party's strength was too great.
Every time he struggled, Irving had to disperse his strength to destroy the opponent's center of gravity. The two sides actually entered a delicate balance. Irving could not stop breaking the opponent's arm, but the sniper could not stand up.
At this time, McClain, who had been kicked away for the second time, came over again. This time he crawled over, and the kick just hit him in the face. This guy's face was also covered in blood now, and he looked much more ferocious.
ferocious.
The sniper struggled fiercely, and Owen gradually became unable to suppress him. McClain suddenly pounced on the sniper's legs and pinned his legs under him, but he broke free after a few blows, and McClain was still beaten.
He kicked twice and his body was kicked to the side.
A coughing sound came from the sniper's throat. Owen knew that he was almost at the end of his strength, but he had also reached his limit.
Owen was still holding on at the end, but the sniper's struggle suddenly became fierce. He was about to die, and he would definitely die if he persisted any longer, but the madness before his death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Owen couldn't hold on anymore, he felt like he was almost out of strength.
McClane crawled over again, but this time he changed his attack method. Under Owen's gaze, he clasped his hands together and hit the sniper's crotch hard while shouting "go die."
Owen felt his balls hurt just looking at it. He could clearly feel the sniper in his arms trembling, but then he started struggling wildly, but soon the second heavy blow came, and the sniper in his arms stopped immediately.
.
Irving took the opportunity to use force and broke off the opponent's arm, and then switched to naked choke again. The sniper in his arms had not given up resistance, but every time he saved up so much strength, he was knocked away by a heavy punch from McClain.
Under the double blow of the two men, the sniper struggled with less and less strength. Soon he was losing more air and less air, and finally became motionless.
The other party was motionless, but Owen was afraid that the other party would pretend to be dead, so he still held on for more than ten seconds, and only let go after confirming that the other party was dead.
The two of them lay on the ground like dead dogs. No one expected that this sniper would be so difficult to deal with. They almost wiped out the whole army in two-on-one attacks. Owen's arms were sore and his mouth was salty. His lips were bitten when he tried hard just now.
Bleeding.
McClain was even worse. His face was swollen into a pig's head, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. There was blood streaming from his nose, and he looked very embarrassed.
The way Owen looks at him has changed now. What kind of pervert would it take for someone to think of such a limitless style of play? He is so anti-human. Owen himself feels a chill under his crotch.
There was a sound coming from outside. Owen still had some problems with his ears and couldn't hear clearly. It seemed like the police were giving an ultimatum.
He urgently needs to contact the police, but the satellite phone was damaged in the slide just now and is completely useless.
After their struggle just now, this place was no different from a garbage dump. The sniper rifle could not be found. It must have fallen through the gap during the struggle.
Some of the decoration materials originally piled around were scattered everywhere by the fighting. When Owen saw the overturned white paint bucket and the sniper's body, he suddenly had an idea.
McClane lay on the ground like a mangy dog, unwilling to get up. He watched Owen holding a wooden stick dipped in white paint to write on the sniper's back, and he couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"
"write a letter."
"write a letter?"
"Yes, a message to the police."
McClane's eyes widened, and then he saw Owen throwing the sniper's body out of the window.
…
Downstairs, Chief Javier was talking to a young man wearing military camouflage. The young man was Bob Lee, a sniper expert seconded from the Delta for SWAT by the Los Angeles Police Department.
Although SWAT training is usually entrusted to the Marine Corps, the Los Angeles Police Department will occasionally find some experts from outside to help with SWAT. Bob is the sniper instructor found in this case.
When the incident occurred, he had just completed a practical lesson with the SWAT boys. After receiving the battle report, he came directly without even having time to return to the base, and Bob was also brought here.
After something like this happened, Javier naturally hoped that the more people could help him, the better. Knowing Bob's identity, he invited Bob to help.
"I know you are a soldier, and your current status is only a temporary SWAT instructor, which is inconvenient. But this time is special. The lives of dozens of hostages are at stake. I hope you can help. This is not for me. This is
For those dozens of lives..."
"Okay, I promise you."
Bob agreed to Javier without much thought. He is a soldier with a strong sense of justice. The hostage issue just hit his weakness. Bob looked at the location of the building, picked up his gun bag and carried a sniper.
The team went to the building opposite to find a sniper position.
Just as Javier sent Bob away, he heard someone shouting from the front: "Get out of the way, something is falling again."
Then he heard a muffled sound, and then someone exclaimed: "Ah? It's a person. It's a person who fell this time."