As Mikhail's order continued, the gangsters attacked the roof more violently.
The situation on the rooftop is tolerant and optimistic.
Swagger emptied all his sniper rifle bullets, 7 bullets in each magazine, a total of 7 magazines. Seven of the 9 ammunition boxes of the 249 controlled by the ghost were also emptied, leaving only the last one.
two.
"magazine……"
Monica and Owen shouted at the same time. Enemies were rushing up from below all the time, and their ammunition consumption was very high.
"Then", Catherine directly slid the magazine along the roof to them.
Owen picked up the full magazine and put it on himself, slid the empty magazine to Catherine, and continued to fight without turning his head.
"Pah...pah..."
Two enemies died under his gun. Due to the shortage of ammunition, Owen did not even fire bursts, but fired single shots every time. After turning on the bullet time, it was really a single bullet that killed an enemy.
"Bang bang bang~~~"
There was a sudden sound of gunfire behind her, and when she turned around, she realized that Catherine was holding a gun. At the entrance of the patio not far from her, Catherine spotted an enemy as soon as he emerged from the entrance of the well.
This was a task that Owen had specially assigned to her before. She not only had to help everyone load ammunition, but also always guarded the only entrance to the patio, which was the only way up from below.
"Bullseye, go take a look..."
Irving sent Swagger to check on the situation, and he had the least time at this moment.
Swager's sniper rifle is out of bullets, and now he can only use the fully automatic Glock in his hand as a micro-charge. He carries a lot of 3-round extended magazines. This kind of magazine has a long length exposed after being inserted into the pistol.
It looks very ugly, but it is better because of its continuous firepower.
“Da da da da da~~~”
Swager didn't show his head at all. He stretched out his hand and swept into the patio. The Glock in Swager's hand acted like a submachine gun. A gangster who was climbing up the stairs on the patio was shot and fell down with a scream.
Wagg heard the noise, probed to check, and then scanned again, and the howling suddenly stopped.
"magazine……"
This time it was Heartbeat. Catherine skillfully slid a magazine to him, then Monica, Catherine did the same, then Owen, and Catherine did the same.
So far, Catherine has done a very good job. Although she has not killed the enemy, she has done a good job in logistical support and has never delayed their efforts.
No one thought much about it, only Catherine was a little worried because there was not much ammunition left. A box of loose ammunition could not hold many magazines after being disassembled.
Bullets were clanging around, and another RPG exploded not far away. Owen made no move to dodge, and barely even blinked. He seemed to have adapted to such an intense battle.
The ghost's machine gun ceased firing, and the 249 ran out of ammunition. The ghost picked up his assault rifle again and joined the battle.
"magazine……"
I yelled for the third time in my heartbeat.
"there is none left."
My heart skipped a beat.
"There are no more magazines. All the magazines are given to you..."
Several people looked back in a hurry, only to find that the ammunition box had been empty at some point.
"Use mine."
The ghost distributed his spare magazines to everyone, one for each person, but even this was not enough. They only had 30 bullets at most, but the enemies below...
The battle continued, and Owen was the first to switch to a pistol. His last magazine killed at least 6 enemies. Then came Monica, Heartbeat, and then Ghost...
The fierce battle continues. Until now, although the few people who responded quickly were not seriously injured, they all looked a little embarrassed.
Monica's hair was covered with dust, which was the debris exploded by RPGs, but she still refused to spit out the chewing gum in her mouth, blowing bubbles from time to time.
His heartbeat was not much better. There was a cut on his bald head, and the blood mixed with the soil made it look a little dirty. The iconic sunglasses were still there, but they just matched his image at this time, and they looked no longer as cool as usual.
It feels cool, but looks a bit sloppy.
The enemies off the field saw that they had switched to pistols and knew that they were at the end of their game, so they attacked even more frantically.
"We have to go down. We can't defend here with pistols. We need their weapons..."
The ghost showed no expression. He still wore a skull mask and red bulletproof goggles. He made a proposal that seemed risky, but they had to make it. The rest of the quick response team all agreed.
Swag recommended himself to be the vanguard, but Owen did not agree. Since he has bullet time, he must be the most suitable vanguard. At least under the same circumstances, his survival probability is several times that of others.
After exchanging weapons and ammunition with Swagger, Owen had no intention of delaying. It would be too late. When enemies entered the room below in large numbers, even if he had bullet time, it would be useless.
Just when Owen was about to risk his life, the sound of a helicopter engine suddenly appeared in the sky, along with the good news from the communicator: "Unicorn, Birdie 3 has arrived. I hope I'm not too late."
,Oh, it seems that your situation is not good..."
The quick response team was angry and laughing at the same time. Why did the helicopter always quietly appear as the savior just a second before they were about to die? Everyone was complaining in their hearts, but they had to admit that this guy appeared at the right time.
"Tu tu tu tu~~~~~"
Gatling on the Bird 3 opened fire without hesitation, the rotating muzzle glowed red, and the bullets shot out like a heavy rain, eventually forming a shocking death trajectory on the ground.
The ten meters in front of the house were swept clean by the Black Hawk. On the battlefield, Gatling may not be the most lethal, but it is definitely the one that boosts morale the most. Almost as soon as it appeared, the decline here quickly reversed.
Sweep away.
"Little Bird Three, be careful with the RPG, the other party also has anti-aircraft missiles..."
Owen kindly reminded that he has not seen the RPG attacking Birdie 3, but this is almost certain. As for the anti-aircraft missiles, this thing can only be gambled.
Owen bets that their anti-aircraft missiles can't be everywhere like RPGs. Those missiles are high-end goods no matter which country they are in. Smaller countries can't even equip them in large quantities, not to mention that Mikhail is just an intelligence broker.
I don’t know if Owen is a crow’s mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, several white smoke appeared on the ground at the same time. Birdie No. 3 had already prepared for emergency evasion. RPGs do not have automatic tracking functions. Birdie No. 3 changed this
To, empty all.
The Gatling shooter on the Black Hawk fired wildly again, plowing the ground with a rain of bullets as if they were free. The ground turned into a Shura hell, with countless casualties. As long as the 2.7mm large-caliber bullet hit, even one person would be killed.
Not even the whole body could be left alive.
Seeing the tragic scene below, the pilot of Bird 3 felt that he had finally done something for his dead comrades.
"Guys, get ready to board the plane..."
The pilot of Birdie 3 did not park the helicopter directly on the roof, but chose to hover at a position flush with the roof, a little distance from the roof, so that if an accident occurs, the helicopter can make more flexible decisions
reaction.
On the outside side, the shooter was controlling the Gatling to spray metal torrents in all directions, trying his best to suppress the enemy and provide cover for the quick reaction team to board the plane.
The people of the quick reaction team began to board the plane. They only needed to take two steps and jump a short distance in the middle to jump directly into the cabin. There was Gatling in front to suppress them, and the strong armor at the bottom was enough to block them from the incoming attacks from below.
attack.
Heartbeat,Monica,Catherine,Swag,Ghost...
The hatch was narrow and could only accommodate one person passing through at a time. As the captain, Owen resolutely chose to cut off the rear.
The players jumped on the plane one by one, and Irving was next.
This scene seriously irritated Mikhail. With so many people dead, how could it be possible to let the duck fly? After issuing orders one after another, his men immediately rushed out of the bunker as if they had been given blood.
Get out and use various methods to prevent the quick reaction team from leaving.
An overwhelming barrage of bullets came, accompanied by RPGs that were not accurate and were flying everywhere.
Irving had just taken the last step and his body was in the air. A bullet hit him in the chest by chance. Irving's body froze and he fell from the air. He just missed his teammates who were reaching out to rescue him in the plane.
With a "bang", Owen felt like he was falling freely, and finally fell hard to the ground.
The fall hit him hard, and he felt dizzy and his ears were ringing.
Directly above his eyes, his teammates were shouting at him from the helicopter, but he couldn't hear anything. After a few seconds, his five senses gradually recovered, and the shouts of his teammates above him came clearly to his ears: "Owen, get up quickly.
, get up quickly, they are coming..."
Irving slowly sat up, his senses gradually became clearer, and he suddenly realized what his teammates were saying.
He fell into an alley. At this time, there were silhouettes of people on both sides of the alley, and it was obvious that many people were rushing over.
Gatling sounded again in the sky, and it spared no effort to prevent those guys from rushing towards Irving, but due to the angle, Gatling could only attack a very small part.
run!
Owen ran for his life and rushed out of the alley in an instant. At the same time, bullet time started as if it was free of charge.
At the entrance of the alley, the enemies that just appeared were knocked down one after another by the Glock in their hands, and then Owen rushed into the next door before the rest of the pursuers could react.
"Meet me, four o'clock direction..."
Owen yelled as he fired his Glock at any creature he could see. Everyone in his path was killed in one blow.
Owen walked through a corridor and jumped over a window. He had been fighting at a high place for a long time before, and he was very familiar with the terrain below. Now he was running from a high place to a low place, often coming out of this house.
Got on the roof of another house.
Bullets continued to hit the area, and Owen ignored it as if he didn't know. He could almost hear his nervous heartbeat as he passed through a house again, and the roof of another house was right next to it.
Owen jumped suddenly, and in a flash of lightning, Birdie 3 came around from the side, and Owen's jump just happened to hug its landing gear.
Gatlin started covering fire again, and the surrounding area was immediately in chaos.
The plane went further and further away. Owen entered the cabin with the help of his teammates. Looking at the shrinking small village, he felt a sense of joy in his heart. They were finally out of danger.