Owen lowered his center of gravity, took advantage of the gap between their unstable centers of gravity, reached for the waist of the guard next to Monica, and he pulled out the guard's gun.
"Bang, bang, bang~~"
Three shots were fired, and Owen shot the two guards beside Monica, and the third shot was shot at the security director.
He did not fire these three shots randomly. He prioritized attacking the three most threatening people in the room. Both guards had weapons and were close to each other, so this was his first attack sequence.
The security director must also have weapons, so this is the second attack sequence.
As for Brancato and the man in the white mask, you can ignore them for the time being.
Most people don't have the habit of carrying weapons in their own homes. As for Russell, he is obviously a guest here. Based on the level of inspection when Irving came in, it is impossible for him to have weapons.
Two guards were killed by him, and Owen successfully obtained the weapon of the other guard, but the third shot missed. The security director was still smart and alert, and Owen's fatal shot was actually dodged by him.
past.
Owen pulled Monica back, behind which was the bar, which was the closest place to them in the room that could be used as a cover.
Owen was on guard with both guns and looked around. Russell had already hid behind the furniture for a while, and Owen didn't bother to pay attention to him. He only had two guns, and he had to rely on these dozen rounds of bullets to hold on until Sam and the others came over.
But when he saw Brancato, Irving couldn't help but shoot him. Brancato fell to the ground and Irving hit him in the chest. Irving didn't shoot again out of the desire to save bullets, but this guy
He didn't actually die.
This scumbag really cares about his life. He even wears a bulletproof vest in his own home.
There were footsteps at the door, and after the two men hid at the bar, violent gunshots rang out in the room, and bullets hit the stone of the bar, sending debris flying.
The security director named Latum surrounded the bar with his arriving men. Owen handed Monica a gun while he secretly looked up to check.
But as soon as he showed his head, there was a hail of bullets outside. Owen quickly retracted and took advantage of this moment to shoot and broke the chain on Monica's hand.
The door opened again, and someone came over again. Owen heard footsteps coming towards him.
"Papa"
Owen suddenly appeared and shot down a guy who was approaching with two shots. Then he quickly retreated and a dense rain of bullets hit the place where he had just appeared.
With the pistol in hand, Monica immediately cheered up. However, she still felt unreal at this moment. She was very sure that the person in front of her was Owen, but she really didn't dare to recognize him with this appearance.
Fortunately, Owen also took off his mask at this time. Anyway, he was now exposed, so wearing the mask made him a little uncomfortable.
After taking out the magazine, there were still six bullets left, and Owen put the magazine back in, but he didn't notice anything strange in Monica's eyes.
Monica looked at the angular face next to her, and felt warm in her heart. Sure enough, this guy came to save me.
Wave~~
As soon as Owen put the magazine back in, he felt his face heat up.
Monica actually gave him a bite on the face, and Owen was startled.
"Thank you for coming to save me."
Owen was relieved, it turned out to be a kiss of thanks.
Just as he was about to make a joke, that soft piece of warmth came up to him again, and this time he actually kissed Owen's mouth.
After their lips parted, Owen's mind went blank. He heard the footsteps again and subconsciously fired two shots in the direction of the sound. The guy who intended to attack fell to the ground again.
What's going on? Monica just kissed him, and Owen touched his lips. Monica, who has always been polite to men, actually took the initiative to kiss her just now. This was not a kiss of thanks.
Owen looked at Monica. This girl's eyes were full of smiles. If Owen didn't understand at this time, he would have wasted his life.
However, it seemed that I had been forcefully kissed just now. Looking at Monica's raised corners of her mouth and perfect lip shape, it seemed that I had been attacked by this thing just now. I thought about the soft touch and wondered if I wanted to kiss her back.
Well, when did I, Owen, suffer such a big loss and had to kiss him back? Owen found a very strong reason for himself.
The next second, Monica's eyes widened, and her little mouth was completely occupied by Owen.
With their lips parted, Owen licked his mouth contentedly, like a satisfied worker bee who had just collected honey.
There were footsteps approaching again, and this time it seemed that it was not one person. In the charming atmosphere, the two people looked at each other and started to move together.
Monica leaned out from the side and knocked down a guy with a "pop" shot. The guy was only shot in the leg and fell to the ground screaming in pain. Then another bullet ended his life.
When Irving looked up, he saw a micro bullet coming in. Irving held the muzzle of the gun and fired continuously at the opponent's chest with "bang bang bang bang", and all four bullets were given to him.
Pushing the body down, Owen threw away the empty pistol and grabbed the opponent's MP5 in his hand.
After removing the magazine, which was almost full, Owen inserted it again.
"when?"
"What?"
"I asked you when did you start to like me?"
Owen had a wicked smile on his lips. Monica was a goddess in terms of appearance, but her personality had never been easy to get close to, which prevented most of the crazy bees and butterflies.
It's impossible not to be proud of being kissed by such a goddess.
Monica didn't mean to deny it at all. She tilted her head as if thinking, and then replied with a smile: "I don't know, it was probably a certain operation."
Owen raised his eyebrows and deliberately posed coolly: "Are you sure it wasn't the time you lost to me in the IPSC competition?"
Monica covered her mouth and smiled, "No, I'm sure, at that moment I just wanted to kick your balls..."
Owen: "..."
Seeing Owen slumped, Monica let out a silvery laugh.
The gunshots all around became more and more intensive, with bullets hitting the marble wall of the bar almost every second. Owen felt that the bar could not hold on for much longer.
Fortunately, the guards in the house were equipped with pistols and 9mm sub-machine guns, otherwise they would have been doomed long ago.
Under such a dense rain of bullets, Owen didn't dare to attack head-on. He could only extend his micro-charge and make a blind sweep. It didn't matter whether he hit someone or not. In short, he just didn't let the opponent rush over.
Owen's counterattack immediately triggered a response from the other party. A dense rain of bullets converged on the position where he shot, but Monica took the opportunity to come up from the side and hit another two consecutive hits.
"Ah~~%￥￥*&(&~~~"
The guy he hit yelled something in Spanish, but Monica shrank back. She had no chance to shoot again. The bullets hit the spot where she had just hit, and sawdust was flying everywhere. The dense bullets were like rain.
It seems like the bar can be destroyed at any time.
At the critical moment, Sam's beautiful voice finally came from the headphones.
"Owen, how are you doing over there? We're on our way there..."
Owen hurriedly returned: "It's not good. If you don't come, we will be finished..."
"If you hold on for another 10 seconds, where will you be?"
"Behind the bar opposite the main door."
"Okay, stay hidden, we are outside the door, Fire in the hole..."
With Sam's shouting, the door was kicked open from the outside, and two grenades rolled in close to the ground.
There was a burst of gunfire, followed by a violent explosion.