Standing at the door of the room, the rhythmic gunfire continued inside, and the gunman showed no intention of stopping.
Owen was also calculating. At least three minutes had passed since the initial shooting. During this time, an assault rifle had been firing. Theoretically, there should be only one person in the room at the moment, but no one could be sure.
This kind of uncertainty is very bad. Irving only had a Walter P99 and a police Glock 17 in his hands, but the gunman used automatic weapons, and it is not ruled out that there are other accomplices.
If Irving rushes in and there is more than one person on the other side, Irving will be at a disadvantage both in terms of firepower and numbers. Maybe someone will cover the flag without catching him.
The incident happened in a hurry, and Owen didn't even have a body armor on him. In fact, the wisest thing to do now is to wait, call for backup, or at least wait for the police to come over. But every second of delay, one more person may die below. Owen is struggling in his heart.
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Finally he decided to do it himself.
If you wait for the police to come, what difference will you have between you and the trash who was too scared to move? Moreover, it will take at least ten minutes for the police to come, which is enough time for the gunman to kill all the innocent people below.
Owen took a deep breath. He was waiting for the opponent to change the magazine. Even if he wanted to save others, he had to ensure his own safety. That was the most appropriate time.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Time passed extremely slowly at this time, and Owen checked the status of the two guns again.
Street fighting is always the most dangerous thing because there are too many unknowns. The enemy and we usually meet in a hurry and start fighting directly. There is basically no chance of missing a hit in a small space. The only difference is who is faster.
In addition, Owen did not know whether there was anyone else in the room, whether there were any hostages, or the location of the gunman and the hostages.
Owen took a deep breath. Killing the opponent was his first goal. He thought a lot. As soon as the opponent started to change the magazine, he would break in and start bullet time to kill the gunman. If the opponent used hostages, he would use arc bullets...
In just a few seconds, Owen's mind had already gone through many thoughts, and he had gone through every situation he could think of.
Wait, wait...
Suddenly, the gunfire in the room stopped, and Owen seemed to hear the sound of the magazine being removed.
That's it now!!!
Owen rushed out from the corner, shot the door lock while running, and then kicked the door lock. This was also the double insurance he had thought about before, shooting and violent door breaking. This was just an ordinary room.
The lock was opened no matter what.
The door lock lived up to expectations and was kicked off. In theory, if the door lock was broken, the door would definitely open, but the reality was that the door had clearly become a big hole, but the door still did not move at all.
shit~~~
Owen hit the door and almost hit his nose, but at this time Owen also figured out what was going on. In the hole where the lock was originally, Owen could not see the situation inside the house as he wished, but was blocked.
Seriously, what the hell, the other party actually blocked the door with furniture.
Cursing secretly, he thought of various situations, but never thought that the other party would actually block the door.
Suddenly, Owen suddenly remembered something, and he fell to the ground with lightning speed. The next second, bang bang bang gunshots rang out in the house, and the door was directly penetrated by bullets.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang~~~"
Owen was embarrassed, shooting to cover himself, and crawling forward.
He didn't know whether a 9mm bullet could penetrate the door. He only knew that he had to leave quickly.
Owen crawled quickly on the ground, and various debris fell from above his head, first sawdust, and then turned into wall dust.
The gunman in the room was very experienced and seemed to realize that Owen would avoid the door and move to the side, and moved the muzzle of the gun to the wall, shooting all the way.
The walls of the hotel are not particularly strong. Bullets from assault rifles can easily penetrate the walls and make a row of bullet holes in the walls.
The only thing Irving was lucky about was that he chose to lie down immediately. The opponent did not expect this. The entire row of bullet holes were shot towards the middle of the human torso. Although Irving was embarrassed, he was unscathed.
When Owen crawled around the corner, the gunfire stopped. The other party seemed to want to check if the people outside were still alive, and Owen did not continue to fight back. There was silence in the air.
After more than ten seconds, when Irving probably thought he was dead, the other party started shooting again, but the bullets still hit the square.
At the corner, Owen checked that he was not injured and ran away. The door was blocked by the opponent and he couldn't break through. The pistol in his hand couldn't penetrate the wall like the opponent. He had to think of other ways.
Behind him, the bang bang bang gunfire continued, and a new round of killing began again.
In the gunman's eyepiece, two women wearing business suits were shot and fell to the ground. Then he shot to death a man next to him who was trying to help, and then started looking for the next target in the square.
I just searched several times in a row, but I couldn't find a target to shoot at. Either I couldn't find the person, or the opponent was hiding very tightly and there was no shooting angle.
The shooting has been going on for a while. After the initial panic, everyone now knows that the bullets were fired from the building opposite. Although they don't know the specific floor, they also know where to hide.
Unable to hit.
Jim removed his eyes from behind the eyepiece, and after taking a condescending look at the situation, he knew what was going on. Since he couldn't hit the people in the square, he decided to turn his target to the curious looking guys behind the glass of the building opposite.
There was a hint of cruelty in the corner of Jim's mouth. The guys with independent offices in the building opposite were all senior executives of various financial companies. They were all the murderers who caused the financial crisis.
Why should we, the common people, pay for the suffering they caused? After the financial crisis, even if their assets shrank, they still have millions or tens of millions, but they themselves will become paupers.
My money is gone. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard and invested in some fund. Now I am penniless and my house was seized by the bank yesterday.
But what is gratifying is that the fund manager who deceived him had his head blown off in the first shot, and he never had the chance to deceive others again.
But his tragic experience didn't end there. His wife, who suffered from uremia, needed hemodialysis once a week, but those bastards lost all his money. He thought he was hiding it well, but the guys at the bank actually
Notified Alyssa when she was not at home.
Alyssa committed suicide in despair.
When Jim came home and saw the blood in the bathtub and the wound on his wife's wrist, his world collapsed. He was once a powerful precision shooter in the army. He was injured and retired during the mission, but he lived a happy life after retiring.
So impoverished.
The hyenas on Wall Street and the financial crisis not only defrauded him of all his retirement pay, but also destroyed his family and everything he owned.
I originally thought that the country would take action, but what I waited for was the pushback from the politicians and financial groups in the news. No one would be responsible, but the poor had to use their own property to pay for them. Demonstrations had no effect, and the police were the accomplices of Wall Street.
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Jim was desperate. Perhaps only the gun in his hand could bring justice. He decided to die with these greedy hyenas. He also gave this operation a resounding code name - Operation Wall Street Invasion!
Thinking of this, he pulled the trigger again.
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Thanks to Huang Maoyuan's book friend for the 10,000 reward, I will add more updates, but I'm not sure on that day. I've been busy with Kawen and I've been busy recently, and some people have complained about me for not keeping my words. I'm so ashamed.