After Brock took a breath, Owen raised his hand and looked at his watch: "We have to hurry up. It's getting dawn. This villa is not small. Let's split up. You go to Curtis, I'll go to Channing...
…”
"No, no need..."
"Um?"
Owen looked at Brock in confusion, and Brock pursed his lips to one side: "That's Curtis over there, you just killed him..."
Owen looked in the direction indicated by Brock and realized that the Curtis he was talking about was the very brave Scarface just now. That guy had a ruthless streak before, but was eventually killed by Owen. Unexpectedly, he
That's Curtis.
"Then, now only Channing is left, let's go..."
The two of them each found a weapon, replenished their ammunition and walked towards the door. They stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked towards the stairs on the third floor.
It was calm on the stairs. Owen and Brock originally thought that someone would ambush here, but they didn't expect that there was no one at all. The two of them reached the third floor without any danger. After coming out of the second floor, the whole villa seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. Those wandering people
It seemed like all the guys who were there were gone at once.
This time Irving still chose the Remington M870. Originally, he wanted to use an assault rifle, but then he thought about it. The impact point of the bullet is too easy to see with an assault rifle. It is easy to infer the skill of the shooter from the mid-shot area. In contrast,
The shotgun is more concealed. Every time it is shot, it is a large piece, making it difficult to distinguish.
When we got here, Brock led the way, and Owen was responsible for breaking up the rear. Brock had worked undercover for the Rangers before, and was quite familiar with the villa, so he led Owen to search the most likely rooms.
The door opened with a bang, and Brock and Owen immediately moved out of the way. They guarded both sides, only to find that the room was empty and there was no one at all.
This was the last room they searched on the third floor. They didn't miss any of the other possible rooms, but without exception, they were all empty.
After confirming that there were no enemies on the third floor, the only possibility left was the fourth floor. Owen and Brock continued towards the fourth floor one after the other.
On the stairs, the two of them had just put their heads out and were baptized by a hail of bullets. Owen finally knew where everyone had gone. It turned out that they were all gathered around him by Channing. It seemed that this Channing was quite afraid of death.
"Bang bang"
The guard on the stairs was killed by the two of them working together. The corpse rolled down the stairs. Owen stepped over the corpse and stepped forward quickly. The fourth floor was smaller than the other floors, about half the size of the third floor.
The two of them had just taken a few steps upstairs when they were attacked by a homeless man hiding in the dark. That was in front of a door. According to their previous habit, the two of them wanted to search room by room, but as soon as they reached the door, there was a sudden sound.
The warning sign came, and Owen didn't bother to say anything. He threw himself at Brock and rolled to the side. The next second, a big hole appeared in the door, and the unique gunshot of Remington M870 rang out.
Shet!
Owen was very unhappy, spit out the dregs in his mouth, got up from the ground, leaned against the wall without showing his head, stretched out the m870 from the wall, and pulled the trigger directly. A second big hole appeared in the door, and the person inside
People were beaten away.
These sneak attacks are the most annoying~
The two of them worked hard and carefully dealt with the black guns fired everywhere. Brock was quick-sighted and killed a guy hiding behind the cabinet. While Brock was replenishing his magazine, Owen stood by and acted as a guard.
Alert, similarly, Brock is responsible for covering while Owen is reloading.
As they walked forward, there were more and more people, which made the two of them almost certain that Channing Musk must be in the room in front. It was going to be dawn soon, so the two of them deliberately speeded up.
Compared with the mercenaries we dealt with in the past, gangsters are really easy to deal with. They will come out and attack as long as you are lured a little bit.
Owen fired a shot casually, revealing his position, and quickly hid in the bunker. The gangsters on the opposite side immediately leaned out and shot randomly, and Brock took the opportunity to kill them one by one.
The two of them fought their way through each other, and the gangster died all the way.
At the door of the suite, Owen did not directly go up and kick the door. Instead, he grabbed a gangster and pushed him over. As soon as the gangster touched the door, gunshots sounded like exploding beans inside.
The luxurious wooden door was riddled with holes. The gangster in front of the door trembled and was beaten into a hornet's nest.
As if they felt that the people outside were dead, the gunfire inside stopped. Owen and Brock turned on the sweep mode. Brock used an M4A1, and the muzzle of the gun fired wildly at the wooden door, firing bullets.
There was no pressure to penetrate the wooden door, and he crazily penetrated into the enemy's body. Owen also pulled the trigger repeatedly. First, large holes were punched in the wooden door, and then scattered projectiles flew in from the large holes and penetrated into the enemy's body.
Inside the house, a few stupid guys standing at the front door were hit by flying projectiles and fell to the ground in a shower of blood. Others who were smarter and knew that the guys hiding behind the bunkers were not doing well either.
, the bullets fired by the m4a1 easily passed through the bunker in front of them, knocking them to the ground one by one.
Owen entered the room and looked at the tragic scene on the ground and shook his head. They were all guys who were misled by Hollywood movies. How could the sofa stop bullets?
The enemies at the door were cleared, and the two continued to go deeper. A frightened guy who was hiding under the dining table was found. This guy's gun had been thrown away. He just covered his head and kept shouting.
Shouting: "Spare me, don't kill me..."
Irving hates these cowards the most. This guy doesn't look like a bodyguard or a gangster in his clothes, but looks like a high-level executive or a small boss. After asking Brock, he doesn't know who this guy is? But Irving has no time to care about this: "
Where is Channing Musk? Tell me, where is Channing Musk..."
"I...my father is in the house, don't kill me~~~~"
The coward covered his eyes and pointed to the closed door on the side.
Haha, it turned out that he was the son of the black boss, or a second-generation black man. Owen smiled slightly, but he had never thought of letting him go. Now that he knew that he was Channing's son, it was even more impossible.
"Bang"
A bullet shot through his heart. Owen put the pistol back on his waist. The only thing he could do was to make his death look good, which was also a reward for answering questions.
In front of the door
"Get out, come out, Channing, I know you are in there..."
Owen and Brock yelled loudly outside. The room was quiet at first, but then there was some noise.
"Bang bang bang~~"
Several bullets went through the door, leaving several bullet holes in the wooden door.
"Don't come in, damn, you are not allowed to come in..."
Hearing the other party's hysterical and somewhat incoherent shouting, Owen and Brock outside the door both took a breath. They are another coward. He really is a father and a son.