The elevator door opened, and inside there were people queuing up for security check. Sheremetyevo is the second largest airport in Russia and a very important aviation hub port in Russia. Its annual passenger throughput can reach 40 million.
The huge crowd waiting for the flight formed several long queues in front of the security check machine, with airport police responsible for maintaining order behind them.
Makarov and his four men walked out of the elevator calmly, without anyone noticing them. The five of them lined up in a row, raising their guns. Finally, someone felt something unusual in the corner, and some were curious.
Looking over, more people looked over and exclaimed. The police at the end of the company were also attracted and turned their heads.
Bang bang bang~~~~
Before the police could scream, chaotic gunshots rang out. The five people were no more than 5 meters away from the crowd. Metal rays intertwined in the small space, and blood spurted out.
Joseph Allen pulled the trigger, and the m240 gun barrel danced in his hand. He tried to avoid the muzzle of the gun from the dense crowd, but he couldn't do it too obviously.
Several other people beside him were firing at the unarmed passengers frantically. The trajectory of the bullets was visible to the naked eye. The trajectory swept through the crowd and caused a scream. Those who were panicked just now were lying in a pool of blood in an instant, with blood flowing across their eyes.
No more life.
Allen noticed that Makarov next to him was laughing wantonly while shooting left and right. As the flames from the muzzle danced, people fell under his gun every moment.
The shooting lasted for almost 10 seconds, and there was no one standing at the entrance. Makarov gave an order, and the five people started walking towards the terminal, encountering people groaning and struggling on the ground along the way.
Don't hesitate to add a few more shots.
Several people shot while walking, and everyone who met them died violently. Whether they were civilians or policemen who rushed out of the police station, there was no difference in the eyes of people like Makarov. What they wanted was massacre, killing.
Drop everyone in the airport.
Entering the terminal hall, the passengers in the hall had already become frightened and were running around. Some were begging for mercy and some were running away, but these were all in vain. Makarov and the others stopped in front of the escalator and fired in a fan shape again.
, very quickly, the entire first floor was slaughtered. Occasionally, half a policeman jumped out, but before he could take a shot, he was beaten into a pile of minced meat by the tyrannical firepower of the machine gun.
An alarm sounded at the airport, but only a few people escaped. The glass divided the inside and outside into two different worlds. Outside was a vast apron. Several large planes were clearly visible parked on the apron. Apart from the planes, almost nothing could be seen.
Several people arrived, but it became a hell inside. Some people tried to break the glass and escape, but they couldn't do it after trying for a long time. The glass in the terminal building was all made of tempered glass. Those people could only watch the evil stars walking up, and then
Killing themselves, most people were shot to death in the waiting hall in despair.
The first floor was completely slaughtered. Makarov and several others went up the escalator. Someone popped up at the top of the escalator to take a look. He was shot to death by Makarov's men and his body rolled downstairs.
The elevator reaches the second floor. This is the shopping area, surrounded by various duty-free shops separated by transparent glass.
When they came up, the second floor was already in chaos. Five people shot all the way along the aisle. One guy saw someone hiding behind a shelf in the store, so he rushed into the store and started a massacre.
The bullets razed the entire store to the ground, and both the waiters and the passengers hiding behind the shelves became victims of the gunshots.
Some people emptied their ammunition belts, opened the ammunition boxes, and put a new ammunition belt in. This time they each carried 4 ammunition belts, with a total ammunition reserve of 600 rounds.
There were screams and cries of pain everywhere. Some people were groaning and moving on the ground, while others were struggling to save others. Allen's gun didn't stop for a moment, but he always deliberately avoided the crowd and instead swept towards those people.
Although the fight was lively in the shop, not many people actually fell to his gunshot.
In front, a man was struggling to drag another man to a hiding place. Owen pretended not to notice and moved the gun to the side, but immediately the man and the person he was rescuing were beaten to death.
The bullets fired by the M240 opened up terrible wounds on his body.
Some were running around, while others were hiding on the ground and crying. When faced with danger, everyone reacted differently, but their fates were basically the same.
In front, a policeman suddenly jumped out, pointing the pistol in his hand at Allen. Allen had no choice but to pull the trigger and knock the policeman down. When he came back to his senses, he noticed that Makarov was staring at him.
Allen was afraid for a moment. If he hadn't fired just now or had any intention of letting the policeman go, Makarov might have shot him.
A policeman was performing his duties, shooting to protect the passengers and directing everyone to leave from another exit. Unfortunately, good men do not live long, and that man was also shot in the head by bullets shot by others under Allen's watch.
In front of the police station, several policemen hid inside and fired back. The bullet hit one of the five people, but the five people were wearing body armor and the bullet was not fatal.
Immediately afterwards, the police station was set on fire, and the thin materials could not serve as a bunker. Several police officers inside were shot to death indiscriminately, with wounds everywhere on their bodies. The death was horrific.
From the side, a transparent sightseeing elevator came up, with two policemen rushing over inside. Allen praised their courage, but was also angry at their stupidity. In this case, bullets could kill them without waiting for them to come out.
Sweep it into mud.
These two people were definitely dead, but Allen didn't want to do it himself, so he pretended to change the bullet chain. As soon as the elevator door opened, a grenade prepared by Makarov rolled in close to the ground. A policeman panicked.
He was so confused that he tried to escape, but he was shot at randomly as soon as he came out. The other person saw the fate of his companion and stayed in the elevator, and was then stewed in a can.
The grenade exploded and all the glass on the sides of the sightseeing elevator was blown to pieces. The police inside were also killed. Then the elevator's steel cable broke and it fell down as if it were weightless.
Going down from the second floor to the first floor, the entire terminal hall has been slaughtered. There are no screams, no shouts, only the crackling of wires.
Sirens sounded outside, and there was the sound of propellers in the sky. Makarov waved, and several people followed him to the door.
The Russian anti-terrorism troops arrived very quickly. Allen looked around and saw that outside, a helicopter was hovering in the air, and soldiers in combat uniforms were constantly descending.
Allen didn't know whether it was Alpha, Signal Flag, or a force directly under the Federal Security Service. Makarov gave an order, and Allen and other men rushed out.
Allen followed Makarov. Makarov and his men kept shooting and throwing grenades, rushing towards one place. Allen did the same. The special forces opposite did not know his identity, even if they did.
He won't be merciful either.
The number of special forces appearing around is increasing, but there is a distance between the two sides, so there is nothing that can be done to Makarov's side for the time being.
The special forces relied on the landing gear of the large plane as a bunker and approached the position of Makarov and others. Makarov's men used the wall as a bunker and set up an M240 roaring madly.
Everyone rushed into an engineering room, which should be a place where aircraft parts are stored. The door in front of Makarov was locked. Makarov was breaking the door, while his two men lay down on the spot and set up their machine guns in front of them.
The tripod started shooting wildly.
The two special forces members who were at the front of the charge were swept down, followed by loud gunfire. Under the cover of other teammates, someone dragged the injured team member behind the bunker.
Makarov opened the door, and the two guys lying on the ground got up and retreated. When they left, they did not forget to throw two smoke bombs on the ground. The area was soon flooded with smoke. Makarov took his
People entered the passage.
At the end of the passage, an ambulance was parked there. Before they could reach it, the back door of the ambulance opened. One of Makarov's men jumped down and waved to them and urged: "Quick, quick~~"
"After you break up..."
Seeing Makarov looking at him, Allen turned around and started shooting into the smoke. Makarov and other men rushed past him one after another and got into the ambulance.
Seeing the last person getting into the car, Allen put away his gun and was about to get in. Makarov suddenly took out his gun and shot Allen in the chest.
Allen felt severe pain in his chest. At this moment, he had one thought in his mind: "He discovered my true identity..."
The bullet passed through the body armor and hit the vital part. Allen felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring. In his field of vision, the ambulance sounded its siren and sped away. After a while, a group of Russian special forces members wearing combat uniforms gradually left.
Nearly, and then, Allen's consciousness fell into darkness.