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- Success is not the end, failure is not eternal, only courage is eternal. ¡ª¡ªWinston Churchill (British Prime Minister during World War II, the most famous British bourgeois politician.)
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The unfinished building where Edward lives can generally be called an apartment.
Of course, it can only be called a luxury apartment after the construction and decoration are completed, instead of stopping the construction after only one third of the construction, leaving a lot of mess and construction raw materials around.
Originally planned to be a six-story apartment, only two floors were built due to financial problems. The third floor still has exposed steel bars and half-filled construction concrete. A large amount of bricks and stones have only just been transported up. Place it in the middle of the original third floor on top.
This also provides a lot of protection and hiding places for those lurking above.
"Look there, our boss!"
"Hi! Generous head!"
¡°Wow, our God!¡±
As soon as Edward came down the stairs, he saw a messy living room. More than a dozen people were divided into small groups, playing cards, smoking or watching TV. The noise was almost like tearing down the roof, but those handfuls of people were playing cards, smoking or watching TV. Weapons are also placed within easy reach.
But when they saw Edward coming down, the group of people waved to him excitedly, whistling and looking excited. After all, the $50,000 reward mentioned earlier was a real money offensive, a currency that is universally used all over the world!
Although it is still a verbal fantasy, I can¡¯t hold back my inner imagination
"Is everything arranged?"
Edward frowned slightly. Although this group of people usually behaved like this, it was a special period after all and they needed to be more cautious. All in all, the state of this group of people was very unsatisfactory to him.
"Of course! We are all ready!"
¡°Fuck those Russians!¡±
¡°You son-of-a-bitch Russians! Let them do it!¡±
There was another noise below, with people waving their arms to each other, holding up objects and even firearms, with fanatical expressions on their faces, as if they didn¡¯t even care about the upcoming crisis!
Seeing the slight flush on the faces of these people and the unnatural tone of voice, Edward tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes and whispered softly: "Amy, you let them suck those things?!"
"Boss, this will make us crazy!" Amy also smiled unnaturally, with a slight flush on her face, obviously she had sucked a lot: "This thing is simply a gift from God to us! Help us defeat those evil socialist bastards!"
Biting the cigarette butt in his mouth, some dangerous look flashed in Edward's eyes, but then disappeared. Of course he understood that when facing the powerful firepower of the Russians, sucking those things would actually unleash a stronger combat power.
¡°Boss, don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s just this time!¡±
Amy bared his teeth and smiled, with an obvious dark red color appearing on his dark face. A large amount of cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and down his chin, and dripping on the open chest of his short shirt.
Edward gritted his teeth, looked at Amy and said solemnly: "I think it's just this time! I don't want my"
"Those damn Russians are coming!"
Before he finished speaking, Edward's head suddenly turned to the corner of the living room. There were a large number of empty beer and Coke cans on the old table, as well as many pages of pornographic magazines, twisted and mixed among them.
But it is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that at the very edge, next to a beer can, the black intercom and the signal light showing the speech are flashing on: "Brothers, get ready!"
¡°The Russians are coming!? Fuck them to death!¡±
¡°Finally these sons of bitches are here!¡±
"Daddy's vagina has been itching for a long time! I want to fuck these girls!"
The group of people who were originally laughing and joking immediately stood up, clenched the firearms in their hands, stared at the window and looked outside. After smoking those things, even fear has been suppressed by the excited nerves, making them fearless!
"Amy, take a few people to the roof!"
Edward still maintained his rationality and quickly turned off the lights in the house. He turned to wave to Amy, randomly ordered a few people for him, and shouted softly: "Since you are here, please greet our guests properly. !¡±
Amy chuckled and patted the spiral magazine on the gun hard. Even the darkness couldn't stop his brilliant white teeth: "I'm very hospitable!" With that, he was the first to move quickly. Rushing towards the stairs, six figures holding Winchester 1887 immediately followed behind him.
"Do the rest of them have pistols?"
Edward moved his body slightly down and looked at the window cautiously, for fear of stray bullets coming in. He took the walkie-talkie that was handed over to him, quickly put it on his belt, and turned around and said, "Put your head back at the window!"
"Tariq, especially you!" Edward hunched over and quickly came to a window and gave a white boy a hard blow on the head: "If there is a sniper, you will be dead right now!"
"Oh, boss, how come there are snipers?" The young man named Tariq waved his hand disapprovingly, stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, he leaned against the wall, raised his submachine gun and cautiously looked out the window. : "Look, boss, no one can come here yet!"
"ZiziI found those Russian guys, two cars, they are approaching the gate!"
A soft word came out from the intercom, and Edward and the people around him were immediately stunned. Following Edward's wave of his hand, he immediately placed the gun in his hand on the window sill to increase stability, and pointed the gun directly at the door.
"I will surprise them!" Tarik muttered in a low voice, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes due to congestion in the brain. The PP-90M1 in his hand was held flat, the safety had already been opened, and the 64-round cylindrical magazine We are also ready, waiting for the moment to pull the trigger at any time!
"Woooo¡ª¡ª"
A burst of roar of vehicles came from far away. Almost instantly, the iron door was violently knocked open, and outside the door less than ten meters away from the window, strong direct light penetrated the gap in the door, illuminating a piece of the inside. Transparent, almost brighter than during the day.
"Damn it!" Edward slammed the wall hard, closed his eyes and tightly held the handle of the M9 pistol, and quickly withdrew his body from Tariq, letting his eyes widen and looking at them, they had turned white. The living room struggled to adapt to this strong light.
"I can't see! I can't see!"
Tarik shouted excitedly, lying down as much as possible, trying to control the submachine gun in his hand, aiming at the outer door, but did not fire at will. His position is right in the middle of the gate, which can give the enemy strong firepower while also making himself more likely to be hit!
¡°Boss, do you want to open the fire?!¡±
On the intercom, Amy's anxious and fanatical voice came, stimulating Edward's nerves: "Free fire upstairs! Submachine gun support shooting!" Edward quietly revealed half of his face, trying to hide himself behind the curtain, carefully Observe everything outside the door.
"Remember, submachine guns can only assist shooting!"
Edward deeply believed that these Russians had received military education, especially their judgment of firepower points, which was no different from that of real soldiers. Once the submachine gun fired, it would be found by the opponent, and thus the AK-47 with an effective range of more than 300 meters would be found. The burst shot is useless.
"ZiziI understand!"
Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, Amy aimed the PP-90M1 submachine gun in his hand at the car below that broke through the door, but what was puzzling was that not a single Russian rushed in.
"Boss, something is wrong!" Amy waved his hand, and his extremely excited mind started to move faster. He stopped the other six brothers who wanted to shoot, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Except for these two cars, I don't have any See anyone!"
"What's wrong? Did they not fire first?"
Edward took a few breaths and pointed the M1991 pistol in his hand at the car in front. The strong light was still dazzling people's eyes: "Kosoga, turn off those lights!" Against the wall, he pointed at a man with the same gun. The man with the pistol said loudly: "This is very passive!"
¡°Bang, bang, bang¡±
Kosoga's shooting skills were obviously very good. With three shots, he smashed the two high-beam headlights that emitted strong beams of light into pieces in a panic. The strong light that came in suddenly disappeared, leaving only the same darkness as before, even worse. Profound.
"Amy, if you lose the light, shoot immediately if you find any suspicious objects!"
Because the strong light was instantly lost and darkness returned, the people below suddenly fell into a state of blindness. They could only lie obediently under the window, close their eyes and listen carefully, trying to make themselves suspicious of all possible enemies.
"Turn on the flashlight!"
Because he had already prepared to turn off the lights, in order to adapt to the darkness and maintain firepower, Edward specially asked everyone to prepare aAlthough a strong flashlight is not as good as a real military product, it is still very useful in dealing with tonight's crisis.
With a slight mechanical clicking sound, several beams of light instantly appeared in the living room on the first floor, shining quickly outside through the windows. Everything was quiet except for the car whose headlight had been smashed.
"How could this happen? Where are those Russians who are like shit?"
Edward swallowed, carefully letting his face peek through the curtains, looking at everything outside, but found nothing. He picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered: "Amy, do you see the shadow of the Russians?"
¡°Zi Zi¡¡±
The voice on the walkie-talkie was a little noisy. It seemed that Amy and the others upstairs were a little excited because they found no trace of the enemy. Amy cursed loudly: "Those sons of bitches, I didn't see any bastards at all"
¡°Oh, God, wait!¡±
Before she finished speaking, Amy glanced outside, only to find three or five black figures arrogantly appearing at the edge of the wall, holding things up as if they wanted to throw them in. Suddenly his eyes narrowed tightly, and he immediately shouted loudly into the intercom: "Head! The enemy has been found! They are throwingthrowingthrowing grenades!"
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