A magazine of 30 bullets was empty in just three seconds.
Brother Ma had no intention of hiding. With a flick of his finger, he removed the magazine in a grand manner, took out the new magazine hanging from his waist and inserted it again.
The gap in firepower in the middle was completely filled by Song Zihao. It can only be said that they are indeed old brothers who depend on each other for life and death. Their cooperation at critical moments is really unambiguous.
It's also AK, but in Song Zihao's hands it's a different way of playing.
As soon as the firepower in the living room stopped, someone appeared in the nearby guest room, kitchen, and bathroom. Song Zihao rolled to the center of the living room and knelt on the ground. He held the butt of the AK under his arm and firmly controlled the gunfire with both hands. It was also a combo, but
Controlling the frequency, the bullets hit the door frames of the two rooms, sending sawdust flying everywhere, and the people in the suppressed rooms could not get out at all.
After changing the magazine, Brother Ma walked over lamely. He grabbed a stool and threw it towards the door, causing a burst of gunfire. The moment the gunfire stopped, Brother Ma stepped in sideways, and the AK fired again.
A round of shooting sent two people in the room flying.
Wang Yaozu took one look and felt relieved. With the strength of the two of them, they could handle the first floor without any problems. He gestured with his head and led Peng Yixing towards the stairs of the second floor.
Halfway up the stairs, Wang Yaozu stopped. It was foreseeable that the entrance to the stairs must have been completely targeted by someone. If he went up rashly, he would definitely be shot into a hornet's nest.
After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and broke off the lotus-shaped decorative lamp on the stairs and shook it in his hand. Then he whispered to Peng Yixing: "I will cover you in a while, and you can go up. It's time for you to show your speed. When you see someone,
Shoot, there are no good people here."
Peng Yixing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
"Look at the bomb!" he shouted, throwing the iron lotus flower in his hand up. In an instant, exclamations came, and the sounds of 'bang' and 'bang' falling down were heard endlessly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Yaozu suddenly ejected, his eyes quickly passing through the nearby space. The trigger of the MP5 in his hand was squeezed to the end, his body rotated, and the MP5 in his hand was swept out in turn. The bullets were like a Schrödinger style, pouring out like a torrential rain, hitting the ground.
The walls were shattered with rubble and smoke, the glass was shattered, and a chandelier was knocked down and smashed into pieces with a bang.
When Wang Yaozu jumped up, Peng Yixing put his right hand on the right pistol and silently said in his heart, 'are you ready!'
When Wang Yaozu fell, Peng Yixing silently shouted in his heart, ‘GO!’.
The whole person suddenly jumped up, staring at the gunmen who had just climbed up like a hawk, focusing all his body and mind on the Glock 17 in his hand, and entered the "bang bang" bang bang "bang bang" moment.
, six consecutive shots were fired, and the heads of the three gunmen who had just raised their upper bodies were blown off on the spot, and they fell backwards at the same time.
Wang Yaozu reached out and grabbed Peng Yixing's waist and pulled him back violently. Peng Yixing lost his center of gravity and rolled and fell down the stairs. Wang Yaozu also rolled down with him. Almost at the same time, the place where he was standing was completely covered by bullets.
More than twenty rounds of bullets were fired near that position, and the ricocheting bullets covered the place where Wang Yaozu was squatting just now, making Wang Yaozu break into a cold sweat on his forehead.
He glared at Peng Yixing fiercely. This guy was completely in the game. He seemed to have forgotten that this was a real battlefield. The enemy was not a target, but would shoot back. He actually stood there and kept shooting, almost being beaten into pieces.
Pulling off the last grenade from his waist, Wang Yaozu took off the safety, pulled the tab, waited for two seconds and threw it out. The pineapple bomb hit the wall and bounced towards the place where the gunshot had just sounded. He only heard, "
Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, and the whole villa shook several times.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Yaozu rushed up the steps three steps at a time, squatted half-crouched on the steps, put the MP5 on his shoulder and pulled the trigger continuously in a standard shooting posture.
The sound of the gunfire was caused by the blood splattered by the pineapple bomb but was still alive for a while.
In an instant, the hall on the second floor was cleaned up!
It was only then that Peng Yixing slowed down and climbed up from the ground. His hands were trembling slightly but he still held the gun. He was not afraid. The speed just now was too fast. He spent all his body and mind on target shooting and had no time to feel it.
The fear after the murder, or something else, was then directly pulled down by Wang Yaozu and thrown to pieces.
So, there is only excitement at the moment!
When he jumped upstairs, Wang Yaozu was already leaning against the wall to change the magazine. Only at this moment did Peng Yixing have time to look at the three people he shot dead. They were all shot between the eyebrows, and there was a big hole in the back of the head.
The turbid dark red blood was flowing everywhere. I took a deep breath. The smell of gunpowder smoke and rust mixed in the air was very strange. It gave me a strange feeling of blood boiling. The corners of Peng Yixing's mouth hung up unconsciously under the hood,
Excited, excited, as if the desire that had been suppressed for many years was shot out together with six bullets, shooting all over the floor.
Stomp, stomp, footsteps sounded, and Ponyboy limped up. I don’t know if it was because Wang Yaozu said he still liked the way he held a cigarette in his mouth or something, even though he was wearing a Flying Tigers hood and mouth.
My cigarette was half broken, and I was still holding it tightly in my mouth, refusing to let it go. I don’t know where the AK in my hand was. I was now holding a Remington 870 in one hand.
Behind him, Song Zihao smiled faintly, and the big boss style hidden in his bones burst out again. He held the AK in his hand and swung it gently with his steps, looking so calm and comfortable.
Wang Yaozu smiled and pointed to the left, Lame Ma Ge and Song Zihao nodded, Peng Yixing casually changed a full magazine and stood next to Wang Yaozu.
Downstairs, Aqu, Li Xiangdong, and the other four people put their MP5s on their sides after covering the fire, and took out the modified spearguns they had prepared. After the exchange of fire began on the first and second floors, the four moved to the downstairs of the villa, and took aim with the modified spearguns in their hands.
Shot through the roof of the building.
The head of the gun was nailed into the concrete eaves, and the rope was firmly pulled. The four of them stepped on the wall and quickly climbed to the third floor with their hands alternate.
At this moment, a leaky voice sounded from upstairs, "I surrender, I surrender, don't shoot, I plead guilty!"
Tan Cheng, who just now thought about catching Wang Yaozu's family and feeding them shit next to each other, was scared!
The attackers were wearing Flying Tigers costumes!
The Flying Tigers are different from other police forces. Its full name is the Special Task Company of the Hong Kong Police Tactical Unit. Its main responsibilities are to counter-terrorism and deal with high-risk crimes. There is no such thing as warning before shooting. Once
He didn't leave any room for action. Seeing that the Flying Tigers had rushed to the second floor, and even pineapple bombs were pouring out, it's strange that Tan Cheng wasn't afraid!
It's nothing more than making counterfeit money, and it's not a serious crime. With his worth, as long as he is willing to spend the money, he will be sentenced to five or six years at most. When the limelight is over, he will be 'sick', and then he will be released on medical parole. Really
There is no need to fight so hard. Wouldn't it be an injustice if Tutu died?
As for having a gun under his command, it is at most a matter of organizing a black club event. It is not a big deal. It's the end of the year.
In the final analysis, Tan Cheng is just a counterfeiter. Despite his arrogance in the past, it is because the authorities did not want to target him. If they are really cruel and want to kill him, then it is really not a big deal.
He is not the boss of a society that controls tens of thousands of people. If he moves, he will cause long-term social unrest. He is a maintainer of social order in a different time period from the police. Just Tan Cheng's three melons and two dates. I really want to destroy his absolute power.
Won't hesitate.
"Everyone, put down your weapons, raise your hands and walk down!" Wang Yaozu raised his eyebrows, not wanting to continue such a good thing, and immediately shouted loudly: "Team B is monitoring the criminals on the third floor outside the window, and if there is any trespassing, kill them immediately!"
Li Xiangdong and others outside the third floor wall listened to the order and immediately appeared at the window with a rope, smashed the window open with a gun butt, and the black muzzle was aimed at the entire third floor from three sides.
Tan Cheng exhaled a big breath. He almost, almost got caught. Now he was finally safe!