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Volume 1 Chapter 9. Panic

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    When the wind blows and the clouds grow, watching the enemy struggle in the water on the shore is a joyful thing in life.  ¡ª¡ªLucretius (ancient Roman philosopher and poet.)

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    "I will make you pay the price!"

    As Kosoga pulled the trigger, he roared and moved towards the side wall. The M9 semi-automatic pistol in his hand was almost mistaken for an automatic pistol. He fired at the door of the room without any pattern. There was actually a gun on the other side.  The Russians suppressed meaning.

    But Edward frowned and fired several shots at the door. He bent down and quickly came to Kosoga's side, roaring in a low voice: "What do you want to do? Huh? Just rush up and fight for your brother."  revenge?!"

    ¡°They killed Thors! Oh, God!¡±

    Kosoga¡¯s slightly immature face was filled with grief. He looked at Edward with tears in his eyes, and with full anger, he turned around and shot out the few bullets left in the pistol magazine.

    He cried in a low voice: "Oh God, he died before I even reacted!"

    "Don't worry, I will avenge him!" Edward patted the back of Kosoga's head, quickly changed the magazine of the M9 pistol in his hand, and slowly walked toward the door against the wall, and hid.  Tariq, who was setting up a submachine gun behind the sofa, made a gesture.

    He decided to take a risk.

    Although Thors has not been in the gang for long, he is a likeable guy.  As a gang leader, there is nothing more painful than having your brother beaten to death in front of you!

    ??If the money is gone, you can make it again, but if the people are gone, then it is really gone!

    Tariq quietly made a gesture and suddenly stood up behind the sofa. He pulled the trigger of the PP-90M1 submachine gun in his hand and fired rounds of bullets into the side hall: "You son of a bitch Russian! Dear  Damn your capitalist dad¡¯s ass!¡±

    The roaring submachine gun fully lived up to the concept of firepower output. A string of metal storms directly knocked out the wood chips in the door, revealing bullet holes as big as a thumb.

    "Aha!" Tarik was shooting excitedly, but the submachine gun in his hand suddenly made an unpleasant "click" sound, which suddenly made him excited. He immediately bent his knees and lay back behind the sofa again, shouting loudly.  shouted: "Ammunition! Give me ammunition!"

    However, he took out a cylindrical magazine from his arms, unscrewed the button of the submachine gun, and quickly installed it.

    For him, this is actually just a little plan that he had arranged with Edward before!  However, Thors's death was indeed beyond everyone's expectation. Although they were mentally prepared that someone would definitely die, Thors's death was simply unclear!

    "Free fire! Free fire!"

    With the misfire of the submachine gun in Tariq's hand, several Russian sounds were immediately heard from the opposite side hall, mixed with English, and then there was a barrage of AK-47, covering the entire living room.

    ¡°Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang¡ª¡ª¡±

    Several tongues of fire appeared not far from the inside of the door, with a violent roar, licking the already tattered door. In less than a few seconds, the raging bullets tore the entire wooden door to pieces.  It turned into sawdust and was rushed into the living room by the airflow. Together with the dust kicked up, the already dark living room suddenly became filled with smoke.

    Edward pressed against the wall behind him, swallowed hard, and looked at the door nervously, fearing that Russians would rush into the living room, and at that time, they would only need to pull the trigger in their hands to shoot them all.  kill.

    Without submachine gun fire support, any small mistake can kill them.

    And they didn't dare to be careless at all. Even if the firepower of the AK-47 was like a huge wave, they would be beaten behind the sofa or dining table so that they dared not show their heads. However, they just stretched out their hands, holding the M9 towards the door.  From time to time, two shots were fired, creating an illusion that they were still resisting but could not hold up.

    "Come on, honey!"

    Edward squeezed the handle of the gun tightly with his right hand, and pulled out the walkie-talkie from his belt with his left hand. He squirmed his throat, hiding his voice under the roar of the gun: "Amy, how are you prepared?"

    ¡°I can give these bastards a hard slap on their butts at any time!¡±

    Amy's voice came out from the intercom. Although the voice was lowered, Edward could still hear the anger in it.  Although he killed an invading Russian, Thors' death still stimulated many people.

    "I will make them pay!"

    ? ?Mi cursed fiercely: "No one can be so rampant on our territory!" He clenched the submachine gun in his hand, looked at the empty stairwell, waved his hands, and behind him were three people holding Winchester 1887  The shotgun brother immediately rushed over quickly.

    "Keep the distance! Do you want to die if you are so close?!"

    Amy flapped her left hand fiercely to one side, indicating that the distance between the three people in front of her and herself was really dangerous.  In this method, which is similar to street fighting, the dense number of people is the biggest burden. On the contrary, the small and dispersed number of people is a good formation.

    Four people quietly went down the stairs, while the rest stayed in the room on the second floor, quietly ambush any Russians who dared to come up!  There are many empty rooms in the unfinished building, and even more of them have not yet built walls.

    Usually this place is a miscellaneous warehouse or even a temporary toilet, but now, it is an ideal ambush location!

    "The stairs are fine!"

    ¡°There¡¯s no one downstairs either!¡±

    ¡°There are Russians around the corner!¡±

    The three people quickly went downstairs. The shotguns in their hands were always aimed in the direction where the enemy might appear, with their fingers on the trigger. If a friendly force suddenly appeared in front of them, they might be injured due to high tension!

    But, how come there are friendly forces?  Everyone knows in their hearts that the figure appearing in front of them is an enemy!

    The roar of firearms can be heard throughout the unfinished building, especially the beast-like roar of the AK-47, which is even more deafening. Even if the volume of the words is slightly increased, the sound cannot be transmitted very far.

    But it¡¯s enough!

    The PP-90M1 submachine gun in Amy's hand suddenly began to roar. He aimed at the corner in front and fired a series of bullets. The three brothers beside him quickly passed him, put the shotgun on their shoulders, and nervously aimed at the corner.

    Because the enemy is just behind the corner in front!

    "Fuck those sons of bitches!" The three brothers held the Winchester 1887 in their hands and moved quickly without thinking. They pulled the trigger just after they passed the corner, and with a dull roar, the fragments of the shotgun were instantly scattered.  Covering the entire corridor.

    "Escape!"

    In the corridor were two Russians wearing black masks. They watched helplessly as the three brothers followed each other and sprayed shotguns into the corridor. However, they had no choice but to turn over quickly on the ground, looking for anything that could cover their bodies.  place.

    Winchester 1887 shotguns were even used in some places to hunt elephants.  Even an elephant within five meters can't take a few hits, let alone two weak humans in this corridor of less than ten meters?  I'm afraid half of his body will be shattered by just one hit!

    And this is the reason why Edward changed all the gang's main weapons to Winchester 1887 based on his previous points!

    Shotgun.

    Eternal violence!  Forever practical!  Forever bloody!  Even the lever-action Winchester 1887, which is almost more than a century behind, is also called a shotgun, and it deserves the name of a shotgun!

    "Crush them!"

    Amy fiercely pressed the PP-90M1 in her hand. The fierce tongues of flames were accompanied by the dull roars around her, and even the entire corridor was shrouded in a hail of bullets. The two Russians who were beaten did not dare to move at all and opened fire.  fight back.

    ¡°Kakakaka¡­¡±

    The recoil from his shoulders made Amy feel excited, and the ferocious firepower suppressing the opponent made his restless heart ready to beat, but what followed was a rapid decrease in the number of ammunition in the barrel magazine.  Although the submachine gun has strong firepower, it consumes even more ammunition!

    "Oh shit!"

    Amy cursed loudly, and quickly twisted back around the corner. He couldn't think too much, because the Russian's counterattack arrived almost instantly.

    The speeding bullets followed his feet. The AK-47 that was originally suppressed in the opposite corridor immediately began to fight back. Two tongues of flames struck the left and right of the corridor, hitting the corner wall fiercely.  Cement dust is flying everywhere.

    "Are they regular troops? Head!" A brother next to Amy swallowed and leaned against the wall. The roar of the AK-47 in his ears shook his heart and filled him with panic: "Why should we?  Are you going against these guys?" He shook Amy's shoulders and said hurriedly: "Boss Amy, let's escape!"

    "Escape?" Amy turned to look at the brother who said this in surprise, her eyes widened with a hint of disbelief: "You actually want to say this? Have you forgotten the favor that Boss Edward has given us?  ?¡±

    Amy quickly loaded the submachine gun in his hand with a complicated look on his face.His voice was low: "Have you forgotten what kind of life we ??used to have?" He unscrewed the button on the front of the cylindrical magazine and installed the new one into the slot, with a forced smile: "That used to be  What a life, and what a life is now"

    "No, no, how could it be" The man quietly took a step back, but leaned on the other man's shoulder. He shook his head vigorously: "We can definitely go with Boss Edward. We can't defeat those Russians at all.  people!"

    "how do you know?"

    Feeling that the metal storm composed of the AK-47 around the corner was a little weaker, Amy pulled the safety firmly, exposed his upper body through the wall, pointed at the position of a Russian in his memory before pulling the trigger, and with the gun  The whole body shook, and he roared almost madly: "We have no way out!"

    "How ridiculous!"

    He turned to look at his hesitant brothers who were following behind him. The submachine gun in his hand continued to fire, but he grinned, revealing his white teeth and his deep disdain: "You are like bed bugs in the sewer, even if you accept  Education can never make you a real person!¡±

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