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Volume 1 Chapter 10. Grenade

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    The death of one person is a great misfortune, the death of a million is just a statistic - Joseph Stalin (Supreme Leader of the Soviet Union and one of the greatest Russians.)

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    Another brother died. Before he even had time to bend down and hide behind the bunker, he was shot in the head by the Russians with precise bursts. The bright red blood mixed with the snow-white brains covered a large area of ??the gray-white wall behind him, which was a bit inexplicable.  of beauty.

    But it is a flower that blooms alone for death

    "Fire!" "Fire!" In the room, Russians kept shouting loudly and lowly. Although they still spoke English, they had an awkward Western accent.

    "Compared to the affluent and peaceful east, the vast west has nurtured rich resources and humanities, but it has also made certain thugs and gangsters like a fish in water.  What's more, Mexicans and Canadians often gather in cities in the western region to trade drugs and smuggle guns with Russian gangs, American gangs and even Asian gangs.

    "Damn it!" Amy roared loudly, with ferociousness written all over his dark face: "We want revenge! We want revenge!" He leaned against the wall, holding a PP-90M1 submachine gun in one hand, pointing at the people behind the corner.  The corridor was a blind shot.

    However, the two Russians were hiding behind the flower tree in the corridor. As such decorations meant more, they could not block bullets, but they could block Amy's sight.

    ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡±

    Winchester 1887¡¯s dull gunshots appeared one after another. Usually two people fired rapidly together, using the wide bullet point of the shotgun to oppress the enemy.

    But Amy didn¡¯t dare to take another step

    The ferocious bursts of AK-47 fire were mixed with extremely accurate bursts. The powerful firepower prevented anyone from rushing into the room and corridor. Even if Edward had launched a flanking attack, no one was sure who would have the last laugh.  said.

    The advantage of the Russians lies in the powerful firepower of the AK-47. There are 7 people with 7 AK-47s. Four people shoot in succession and three people shoot in bursts. Almost as soon as they show their heads, they are beaten into a sieve.

    The corners and doors had already been shot out of shape by bullets. A large number of wall coverings were hit by bullets. The entire wall was almost peeled off like a monkey that had lost its hair, revealing only a dry and ugly cement wall, and even a  All bullet holes are clearly visible.

    "Head! We can't break in!"

    After more than ten minutes of entanglement, the Russian firepower showed no sign of weakening. Amy even vaguely saw that each Russian had a dark green camouflage backpack thrown at his feet, which was full of black AK-47 standard.  30 round magazine!

    Amy turned around and spat fiercely at the corner: "Son of a bitch! They are so well prepared!" He waved his hand behind him, signaling other brothers to avoid it, and shouted into the intercom  : "They have at least three magazines each!"

    "I saw!"

    Edward squinted slightly and caught the dark green military camouflage backpack in his peripheral vision. He licked his upper lip slightly, as if he was licking a beast at the injured part: "But they will all still die here!"

    Less than thirty minutes after the Russians broke in, three of their own brothers were already dead. Even Edward was almost shot through the arm due to an accident, and the result was only one enemy killed. The casualty ratio was almost 1:3.  A huge gap of 5!

    This is something Edward cannot accept.

    "I want to wipe them all out!" Edward held the M9 pistol tightly, pointed the black muzzle at the door, and said fiercely into the intercom: "Amy, let the people above come down and come to my place.  support!"

    "Okay, boss!" Amy nodded and immediately waved a brother behind him to leave quickly and call the two people left behind on the second floor.

    "Mr. Edward, are you already anxious?"

    Suddenly, the roaring AK-47 in the room suddenly stopped, and a standard American accent came out: "This is a good situation for us, but why can't we have a good chat?"

    "Let's talk?" Edward smiled disdainfully, without further explanation. Instead, he moved his body closer to the wall, and then sneered: "At this point, do you think there is still a possibility for us to reconcile?" He asked  He pulled the trigger hard at the door: "Now is not the time for afternoon tea! My dear Mr. Russia!"

    "We just have a conflict of interest, what do you think?"

    Inside the roomThere was no violent reaction to Edward's shooting. At least the intensive gunshots did not ring out again. He just said with the slightest regret: "Actually, we can sit down and have a cup of afternoon tea. Of course, a midnight snack is also good."

    ¡°Shit!¡±

    What answered him was still Edward's bullet, but it was accompanied by Tariq's upper body suddenly appearing, the PP-90M1 submachine gun on his shoulder, and the finger that was already tightly on the trigger!

    ¡°Da da da da da da¡ª¡±

    Bullets poured out of the gun barrel, and gun flames that were several centimeters long were spitting out. Tarik laughed crazily: "Die! You sons of bitches!" Even if the ammunition he fired now was only  There was one barrel magazine left, but he didn't care.

    Because brothers, we have already started taking action!

    On Amy¡¯s side, the rapid firing sound of PP-90M1 also sounded, accompanied by the loud roars of the brothers and the heavy roar of the Winchester series shotguns!

    "Show some color to these bitches!" Amy rushed out of the corner first, the submachine gun in his hand covered the entire corridor in front, and the continuous firepower of the 64-round magazine showed its overwhelming power at this moment.

    ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡±

    With the cooperation of shotguns, the two Russians who were responsible for guarding the corridor did not even have time to fire, and were pinned behind their respective bunkers. They were beaten so hard that they could not lift their heads. Amy easily captured half of the corridor.  It has advanced a huge distance.

    But with every step forward, Amy and others are in greater danger.  Once the firepower of the submachine gun decreases and the reloading speed of the shotgun fails to keep up, once the suppressed Russians recover, the consequences will be disastrous!

    Behind the corridor is the side room occupied by the Russians. Although they were forced to be squeezed into the side hall and blocked by Edward in the front room because they did not understand the structure of the apartment, sufficient ammunition and strong firepower could still support even  Find loopholes and launch deadly counterattacks.

    ¡°God thank the guy who built the unfinished building!¡±

    With a cold smile on Edward's lips, he quickly loaded the magazine of the M9 in his hand. The 12-round pistol magazine seemed a bit heavy, but he didn't care. He held it with one hand and rushed to the door against the wall, aiming.  The trigger was quickly pulled on the side of the corner inside.

    "Kill the armed thug x1 and get 100 points."

    As the inaudible voice came to his ears, Edward quickly moved back, grabbed a chair, turned back and crossed over, bending down to hide behind a solid wooden table, because half of him  The moment he rushed into the door, he saw three or five figures holding oval objects in throwing gestures!

    But in an instant, a line of weird bullet holes instantly appeared on the wall where Edward was standing just now. If you look through the gap, you can even see the weird, angry and distorted face of the Russian inside!

    A masonry wall cannot completely block AK-47¡¯s fire, let alone a thickness of less than five centimeters!  You know, even a three-millimeter steel plate is not much different from linen in the face of the extremely powerful bullet velocity of the AK-47, especially when shooting at such a close range!

    "Be careful with grenades!"

    Edward shouted loudly, and without hiding behind the wooden table for a few seconds, he grabbed the brother next to him and rushed towards the fireplace.  It was a secret place. You only needed to push the stone slab hard to enter a wide tunnel seven meters long.  Usually this tunnel is used to transfer drugs and arms, and it has become a key passage to avoid police searches.

    "Damn it, get out, get out!" When Edward said it almost in a roar, the brothers around him rushed out from behind their bunkers almost instantly, and left directly regardless of the fierce Russian firepower.  Got this room.

    And immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of metal collisions behind him, which was the beating of grenades on the ground!

    "Hurry up damn it! Hurry up!"

    Edward forcefully pulled the man behind him who was lying on the ground, slammed the solid stone slab shut, and almost rolled and crawled as he bent down and trotted away from the tunnel, escaping towards the exit in front.

    He didn¡¯t dare to use the still weak concrete slab to test the power of the grenade!

    "Buzz¡ª¡ª"

    A weird sound wave rushed into Edward's ears instantly, making his head feel like he was in a different kind of dizziness. Before he could react, the brother behind him immediately pounced on him, followed immediately by  A heat wave that could be easily felt rushed over and violently pushed his and the brother's bodies forward.??Push.

    "Boom¡ª¡ª"

    The huge roar was like thunder from the sky. Edward lay on the ground, trying to keep himself close to the earth, feeling the hot breath reverberating in the tunnel, but when it reached his ears, Edward felt slightly calmer, because  This means that he is safe and sound!

    "Damn it!" Edward turned his head slightly, only to find that the brother behind him had already become a corpse, because his back was already a bloody mess.  It was caused by the stone slab in the distance that was used to cover the entrance. The violent grenade almost shattered everything in the living room!

    "May God bless you!" He closed his eyes and lightly crossed himself on his chest. Edward opened his eyes, revealing the slightest hint of coldness, and slowly uttered two words: "Price!"

    The Russian's attack was sharp and effective, and Edward's home court advantage only made the outcome of this fierce battle a 50-50 decision.  But he was unwilling to give up. Although when he walked out of this tunnel, there was an off-road vehicle hidden in the warehouse, and with three million US dollars, he could quickly escape from this place and enjoy living anonymously.

    "I haven't failed yet, have I?" Edward quickly checked the M9 in his hand, sorted out his silver suit that was a little dirty due to the previous strenuous activity, and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight smile: "Amy, brothers are okay  ?" He was full of cruelty.

    "Huh, of course!" Amy's breathless voice came out immediately from the intercom, with suppressed anger, and gunshots rang out one after another: "Boss, it can't get better than now!"

    PS: Nowadays, there are too many collections but few recommendations. What a bummer!  Everyone!  relative!  Good engine oil guys~ Ah~ Please recommend me to those who cry, make trouble and hang themselves~

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