Bang, the first gunshot exploded from nowhere, and the wind and snow in the sky suddenly became freezing, as shrill as a ghost's howl. Then there was a burst of fierce shooting with the trigger pulled, and in just a few seconds, the magazine was empty, brilliant
Gunflowers bloom dazzlingly in the snow.
"Be careful...the target is found at point three, repeat, the target is found at point three! The sideburns are dead...shasha...Fake! I missed the shot, he moved too fast, just like...just like
A snow leopard? Pay attention to No. 2, he’s heading towards you..."
"Are you sure? We are getting closer, but we don't see anyone..."
"Impossible, I saw him pass with my own eyes!"
"Calm down! Keep moving closer, he's right here! He can't run away!"
With a click, the burly Brandon easily pulled the bolt of the gun and waved expressionlessly. The seven or eight gunmen beside him stood in a fan-shaped mesh position and quickly moved forward through natural obstacles such as trees and rocks. After all,
Teams No. 2 and No. 3, which were approaching from the left and right sides, formed a situation of encirclement.
This is why Brandon is sure that the other party is still here.
In fact, he now has two choices. One is to order the team to spread out and stay in place. Although he cannot contact Lawrence due to communication barriers, the sound of gunfire has been heard. It is believed that the latter is leading his team to this side quickly at this time.
Come on. The second is to keep pushing forward, constantly compressing the space, and completely blocking the opponent.
The former is obviously more reliable, but Brandon chose the latter.
Although Lawrence went out of his way to emphasize the power of the killer codenamed Ghost when he arrived, Brandon and others sounded a little disapproving of this. He was just a killer, and perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this profession represented mystery and terror.
But in the eyes of the elite gunmen of the Pacino family, it is just like that. There are even many people in the team who have been doing this before, and now they are still doing it privately when money is tight. It is not worth making a fuss about.
It is only right to solve the problem with a round of bullets and leave this damn place as soon as possible...
Thinking like this, Brandon's feet kept moving. At this moment, a pile of small bulges in the peripheral vision on the right side of his vision suddenly exploded. As the snowflakes danced wildly, a blurry figure seemed to raise his hand.
, fleetingly, the next moment there was a muffled hum from the headset communication channel, and I turned around subconsciously to see a gunman on the far right side of the team flying off the ground and falling heavily on the snow... Then, a deafening gunshot.
The sound just exploded in my ears.
"Fire!" Reacting instantly, Brandon was not surprised but overjoyed. At the same time, he also sensed the opponent's intention. Are you trying to break out of the encirclement? Unfortunately, you chose the wrong target... He turned around and picked up the muzzle of his submachine gun.
Don't hesitate to pull the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang——
Breaking leaves through the forest, snowflakes were flying. The reaction here was not unpleasant. Seven or eight tongues of fire spit out messages at the same time, but it only lasted less than two seconds. The bullets that were splashed were almost visible to the naked eye and followed them all the way in the wind and snow.
The fleeting figure rolled down the back of the low hill.
Can't even hit this?!
Brandon's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, master!
As the elite gunmen of the Pacino family, Brandon and others' marksmanship is naturally not bad, but the key point is that this is not a question of marksmanship at all. The opponent did not even have three seconds from appearing to killing to changing position.
, leaving less time to shoot.
In such a short period of time, the several submachine guns here can hardly form an effective lock-for veterans who play with guns, especially rapid-fire weapons such as submachine guns, rifles, and machine guns, the probability of hitting a moving target in the first round is actually very slim.
The bullets fired from the barrel of the gun are actually somewhat calibrated. Determine the distance difference, and then predict and pull the muzzle in advance, which will make it easier to hit.
In other words, despite the fact that someone was cutting wires with a kitchen knife just now, and there were sparks and lightning along the way, it seemed extremely thrilling, but in reality it was just an expected and easy performance.
Of course, now these are all horses running away. Before Brandon could feel the regret of shooting rashly, the counterattack came, bang, bang, he didn't even see the shadow of the opponent at all, and he didn't know who was coming from behind the gully.
When the gun was fired from a certain position, the two gunmen not far away who were subconsciously chasing after them simply backed up and flew out, falling to the ground without saying a word, throwing up a large handful of snowflakes.
However, the offensive and defensive situation reversed in an instant. The gunmen who had just returned to firing and shooting were now standing in the snow and became living targets.
"Spread out! Spread out!" Brandon roared and jumped out. Almost the moment he left the spot, a scorching bullet would pierce his temple and skin. He landed on the ground, rolled around and hid behind a tree in embarrassment.
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After stepping into the gate of hell, Brandon's scalp was numb and he was panting like an ox. It was obviously a sub-zero temperature with wind and snow, but sweat was pouring down his forehead!
There are some things that you can't think about in detail, because the more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. The two team members who were killed just now are still some distance away from him, and there are also a few people in between. No matter how you look at it, there is no reason for the other party to attack him first, unless
He heard the roar and realized the identity of the commander of his team, so he temporarily turned his gun with the intention of beheading... What kind of reaction speed is this?! What kind of abnormal marksmanship is this?!
"Brandon, we're here! Where is he?"
Just when Brandon was still in shock, an inquiry suddenly came from the headset. It was Team No. 3, and the direction they were coming from was the back of the hill. If it had been a few minutes ago, Brandon would have been overjoyed and ordered them to attack from both sides, and in one fell swoop
Take it, but now,
"He is...no, don't come over..."
It was too late to warn. Before the last syllable could be heard, a burst of short, intense gunfire that seemed to contain some strange rhythm came from the back of the hill. Several muffled screams suddenly sounded in the communication channel.
"Spread out! Nine o'clock..."
"Captain - Fuck, the captain has been shot! He's on top, focus the fire, focus the fire!"
"You can't press me down...be careful, stay away from my legs..."
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"I, I, I...I'm locked in, I can't lift my head..."
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Due to the terrain and the wind and snow, Brandon could not see what was happening on the back of the hill at this time, but it was not difficult to imagine the scene just from the chaotic movement in the communication channel. He was stunned, turned around and looked out from behind the tree.
Towards the top of the hills.
Under the wind and snow, behind a sudden rock, a tall and looming figure stood sideways. Due to the distance, it was impossible to see the details such as the face. Only the hem of his clothes could be vaguely seen, holding a gun in one hand, and tongues of fire were spitting out in front of him.
After just a few seconds, the hands intertwined like phantoms, the empty magazine fell, and the new magazine was loaded. There was almost no pause in the middle, and the deafening sound of gunfire exploded continuously. A series of movements were smooth, stable and efficient, bringing about almost
Suffocating crazy suppression!
There was a gunman here who thought reinforcements were coming and found an opportunity to get out from behind the bunker. However, he only took half a step and exposed half of his body. A bullet followed him like a shadow, accurately penetrating the skull and bringing out a ray of warmth.
Lines of hot blood were thrown on the pure white snow, and the scarlet color was dazzling. The remaining gunmen nearby who were ready to take action immediately froze when they saw this, and hurriedly retreated and hid behind the bunker again...
The whole process was completely presented in Brandon's sight, and all the other party did was raise his free left hand, swept it from his waist, grabbed a pistol, and raised his arm back. He didn't even turn his head to look at it.
A glance... not before shooting, not after shooting...
At this time, bang bang bang, a stream of shots hit the edge of the rock.
Brandon turned his head subconsciously. It was the No. 2 team that arrived from the side of the hill. They probably learned about the tragic experience of the No. 3 team from the communication channel. They did not or did not dare to rush in, distance themselves and fight at the foot of the mountain.
With a cold gun.
Looking back, the tall figure at the top of the hill noticed the new force at the first moment, turned the muzzle of his gun, and responded with a round of fire. Although it was within the effective range, it seemed somewhat careless, but the next moment, the communication
However, several exclamations and curses rang out in the channel, and the firepower point at the foot of the mountain stopped significantly - suppressing it again!
This... Brandon opened his mouth, and then opened it again. The consecutive scenes in front of him were undoubtedly beyond the understanding of this Pacino elite. His mind went blank and he was speechless.
Fortunately, the opponent seemed to have no intention of fighting at this time. After emptying the magazine again, he turned his head and looked this way for a few times, withdrew his gaze, retreated calmly along the ridgeline, and disappeared.
After a while, sporadic gunshots stopped one after another, and the main theme of howling wind and snow returned to the world. In fact, it only took a few minutes from the first gunshot to the present. This encounter happened suddenly and ended even more abruptly.
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A group of surviving gunmen slowly walked out from behind the bunker, with similar blank expressions on their faces. They turned their heads and looked around, silently looking at the motionless corpses of their companions in the snow, and listening to the dying voice coming from the earphones from nowhere.
Panting, suppressed howls of pain...
"Hey, hey, hey... Shasha... Brandon, I'm Lawrence, what happened to you... Report the exact location! Hello?"