Owen wiped off the blood on the claw knife and turned around and walked towards the door. The other party's reaction just now indicated that one of their companions had gone to the toilet and that guy might appear at any time.
But before he could walk over, the door was pushed open from the outside. A guy was about to come in with a cup of coffee. He met Owen. He was stunned for a moment, and then saw the blood sprayed everywhere on the wall.
, throw away the coffee and reach for the gun behind your back.
In an emergency, Owen's claw knife flew out, pierced the opponent's arm, and then took advantage of this slight delay to draw his gun and shoot. A ball of fire burst out from the m870's muzzle, and the 8 pellets in the No. 12 shotgun flew out crazily.
The guy on the opposite side was blown away with the door at once.
After killing the guy, Owen pushed in a new bullet, but when he turned around, he was greeted with an even more disgusted look from Brock.
"Special circumstances..."
Owen scratched his head and tried to explain with a smile, but Brock gave him a slap on the back of his head.
Mudd was despised.
With the sound of gunfire, the secret infiltration plan was completely aborted, and the only option was to attack by force. But this is the base camp of the Rangers, and a force attack is many times more difficult than an assassination.
The sound of footsteps came from the side passage. Owen turned the muzzle of his gun. As soon as the figure appeared, the muzzle of the shotgun spurted out flames again. The person was blown away. Owen unloaded and reloaded, and the rhythmic "click" sound was endless.
The fire kept flashing, and the new guys who rushed in all turned into corpses.
“Let’s go~~”
Owen shouted, rushing into the passage first. What they have to do now is not to wait here to kill everyone, but to quickly find the target this time. If they want to completely disintegrate the Rangers, they can't just kill the leader. The three giants have
They need to kill them, so that the top brass of the Rangers will be wiped out, and the rest will be just some minions. Without them taking action, other gangs will dismantle the Rangers for them, so that the Rangers will disappear permanently.
Encountering another group of people in front, Owen took the lead in clearing the way with firepower, and Brock on the side also assisted with a pistol.
With a bang, Owen knocked down a guy, and Brock next to him also knocked down a guy with a few shots. Owen habitually took a shot for him, and then kept adding bullets to the magazine.
At the end of the corridor was a hall with oil paintings on the walls that Owen couldn't understand. At this time, the two of them were not in the mood to appreciate any bullshit art. After they entered the hall, they heard footsteps coming from several side doors at the same time.
"what to do?"
Brock looked at Owen. Owen's eyes swept across the hall, and finally his eyes fell on the fire extinguisher in the corner.
He ran two steps and threw the fire extinguishers at each door. At this time, the sound of footsteps also arrived.
"Brock~~~"
Owen yelled.
"Understood~~~"
Several doors were pushed open at the same time, and homeless members who came from outside appeared at the door. Those guys either had long hair or bald heads, and they all wore motorcycle vests. It is said that the pattern on the vest can tell that the wearer is in a gang.
status within the family, but Irving doesn't understand this stuff.
Owen and Brock were each in charge of a door and opened fire freely. The bullets accurately exploded the fire extinguisher on the ground. Under the imbalance of air pressure, the metal shell burst into countless fragments and ejected in all directions. The Rangers who ran first became the bearers.
This time the angry hapless guy.
The people in the crowd were turned upside down by the explosion. Irving rushed forward to refill the gun frantically. The 7-round magazine was quickly emptied. Irving just stood there and watched the motorcycle jackets on the ground replenishing their ammunition. The motorcycle jackets on the ground also panicked.
He twisted and struggled wildly, trying to stand up first, but in the end it was Owen who reloaded the ammunition faster. After a "click", the explosive gunshot sounded again.
On the other side, Brock was much faster. After the magazine was empty, he immediately replaced it with another magazine. After the spare magazine was also empty, he simply threw away the gun, picked up the Ranger's weapon and continued shooting.
In an instant, two types of gunshots rang out alternately in the hall, lasting for a long time. The explosion of the fire extinguisher basically only caused damage to the few guys in the front, and the others in the back were knocked down, but no matter it was cursing or begging for mercy.
, their endings are all the same, they all turned into corpses.
Neither Owen nor Brock are bad people. They will never be merciful when fighting, and they will never show mercy once the fight begins. They both believe in a famous saying: kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
After collecting the bullets and continuing to move forward, Brock pointed out a direction, where the two found a staircase and successfully reached the second floor.
After arriving on the second floor, after walking a few steps, another group of guys met them on a narrow road.
This time Irving and the others didn't have any chance, and the two sides encountered each other suddenly. These guys were supposed to go down the stairs to support the people downstairs, but they suddenly met Irving and the others, and both sides immediately found bunkers and started shooting.
Owen's shotgun is very powerful, hitting a large area every time, but the opponent has a large number of people. Although it is a pistol, its firepower is not much worse than Owen's side.
Bullets were flying around in the small space, and they would be hit if they were not careful. Owen saw a room on the side and asked Brock to hide in. The terrain was too unfavorable for them, and the front was blocked.
If someone comes up from the stairs at the back later, they'll be doomed.
Owen ran into the house, with a hail of bullets chasing behind him. The last round of the shotgun was empty. The two hurriedly closed the door. Owen used the shotgun as a door bolt and stuck it on the handle, and then the two began to look for a way out of the house.
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Behind him, bullets hit the door, and then someone started banging on the door.
Owen looked around. This damn place was a showroom. There were specimens of various animals, including deer heads on the wall, tigers and leopards in the glass cabinets. There were also display cabinets of various weapons next to them, with various models of lengths and lengths.
The gun is fixed in the display case, and on the other side is a display case for knives.
Owen saw the m249 light machine gun in a display cabinet at a glance. He roughly smashed the glass and removed the machine gun. The magazine was empty. Owen looked around and soon found the ammunition chain in another bullet display cabinet.
Brock followed Owen's gaze and quickly knew what he was looking at. The banging sound continued to come from the door, and then someone got impatient and started shooting at the door lock, but the door was not locked at all, even if
They broke the lock and couldn't get in for a while.
Brock smashed the glass, took out the bullet chain, and ran over. Owen pulled the gun and started to install the bullet chain. The impact at the door continued. The jammed door looked shaky and might be knocked open at any time.
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Owen was installing the bomb chain as fast as he could. The two sides were basically racing against time. Finally, the moment the door was knocked open, the bomb chain was installed. The first thing those menacing guys heard when they rushed in was "
There was a sound, which was the sound of Owen pulling the bolt of the gun, and then the death sonata of "Click, click, click" sounded. The flesh and blood at the door was like a fountain of blood, and in a few seconds, it turned into minced meat on the ground.