When Michelle heard that the police were coming, she thought that the situation was getting worse and worse.

"Don't fight the cops, get out of there. ”

"Can you kill a policeman?" asked the man.

Without hesitation, Michelle said, "Yes." ”

In the hall on the first floor, more than a dozen policemen entered the hall and carried blast shields, and they suffered a lot in a head-to-head confrontation.

The good thing was that the four gunmen were separated, two behind the information counter and two behind the pillars of the hall.

One of the gunmen said, "Captain Michelle told us to get out, Brooke, you draw attention, they didn't notice my location, this angle can shoot the police behind the blast shield!"

"When I fired, you jumped out and ran away. We evacuated in two directions and went upstairs. ”

"OK, George. Brooke, who was hiding behind the counter, nodded, and suddenly threw a flashbang out.

"Sa!" the police team froze as they fired in Brooke's direction.

And the police, who cleverly threw two stun bombs behind the counter.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, George suddenly moved sideways from behind the pillar and raised his gun to shoot.

His marksmanship was good, and he was confident that he would kill four shield-wielding policemen.

At that time, the police will inevitably be in chaos and scatter to find cover, and he, Brooke and others can take the opportunity to go upstairs.

However, he thought well, but at the same time that he leaned out from behind the pillar......

In the stairwell on the first floor of the hospital, a voice suddenly sounded.

"George!" the voice was childish, with a crying tone.

George's face changed drastically, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother...... Don't come out!" he instinctively roared into the stairwell.

Six years ago, he was gangsters in Argentina, and the slums where he lived were filled with drugs and gunfire.

All of us have only one thought, and that is to get out of poverty.

Crime was a daily routine there, and for money, he joined a gang and practiced marksmanship.

He was ruthless, killed countless people, and soon became the strongest gunman in the gang, making a lot of money, and the family was lifted out of poverty.

But man is like this, he will never be satisfied, he wants more, and eventually causes a full-scale fight between the two gangs.

Compared with his own violence, his younger brother is a smart and well-behaved child, who is about to go to college in the United States, but he is involved in a gang war because of himself.

He told his brother to hide in the cash box while he went on a killing spree.

However, when he heard that he was hurt, the fool ran out and shouted his name with tears in his eyes.

Eventually, the younger brother was shot in the neck by the enemy, and the blood stained the chest full of money.

In that shootout, he killed 27 of the enemy's gunners like a devil and killed the enemy's boss.

He didn't get much more because the police came, and the police didn't allow more power than them in the slums.

In the end he got nothing, lost his money, lost his brother, lost his gang, lost everything.

Alone, he fled to Africa and became a wandering mercenary until he became a vassal of the Illuminati.

He thought that he was going to forget his brother, but he didn't expect that when he heard the familiar shout, he still instinctively shouted the sentence: "Don't come out!"

"Bang bang bang!" the cop reacted a beat slower, but George was even slower.

This was not six years ago, nor in Argentina. Despite the fact that the younger brother has the exact same tone and accent, he is dead.

Why, my brother's voice came from the stairwell?

He responded instinctively, and the hesitation in his heart made his gun less accurate.

The bullet slashed over the officer's head, and it was ridiculously off. Because George's eyes were all looking at the stairwell.

Even though he has experienced a hundred battles, but at this moment, he is not as good as an ordinary person.

The police retaliated sluggishly, allowing a dozen bullets to rain on him.

"Poof......" George was shot dead on the spot and fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

Until he died, his eyes were still on the stairwell, and he didn't know what he was expecting.

In fact, he had realized that this was probably a trick of the enemy.

But he was still expecting a miracle, and perhaps his brother would suddenly ...... from the stairwell Ran out?

At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, he really saw his brother, holding his hand in the darkness and walking towards a beam of light.

......

"What's going on? George is dead!"

George's death put the other three gunmen in an embarrassing position.

Brooke and another gunman both took the opportunity to rush out of cover, but George was not killed by a police officer, but was killed?

Who just shouted George's name?

In George's experience, how could he look at the source of the sound in such an urgent moment?

"Foolish? When someone calls you, you have to say yes?"

The other three teammates were mad, but now was not the time to pursue this.

Brooke and another teammate were exposed at police gunpoint, and another teammate was hiding behind a post next to George, but he had also revealed his position.

After all, no one expected that George himself, who was the most critical part of the plan, would be evacuated at the same time as the shot.

"Bang bang bang!" the policeman watched as two armed bandits rushed out of cover and immediately turned their guns to shoot.

Brooke and his teammates went one after the other, and when they heard the gunshots behind him, Brooke's body instinctively shrank.

He jammed an angle to allow his teammates to block bullets behind him.

His teammates were killed instantly, and Brooke took the opportunity to get behind another post.

"Brooke, it's just the two of us, they know where we are, watch out for the stun bombs. ”

Brooke thought back to the glance he had just glanced at and said, "Sixteen policemen, four at ten o'clock, six at twelve, and the sheriff is there." There are also six in the fifteen o'clock direction, right on your side......"

"Let's strike at the same time, if you can help me delay them for a second, I'll kill the sheriff!

Hearing Brooke's words, his teammates said they understood.

Kill the other party's sheriff, the police will inevitably panic, will not run away, and some will also retreat, some will find cover, and suspend fire suppression.

Where can be used as cover here, the mercenaries know very well, as long as the police stop suppressing and hide behind cover, then it is their turn.

I saw him pull out his saber, jump high behind the pillar, and plunge into a place where the pillar was more than two meters above the ground.

He stabbed another knife at a height of two meters and seven, and hung in the air like this, and jumped out of the pillar wall with his body.

As he leaped out, two stun bombs were thrown behind the pillar, but they couldn't blow him up.

The man leaped deep and was in a high position, and by the time the police saw him again and raised the muzzle of the gun, he had already hit the ground, rolled over for two and a half weeks, and got behind the counter on the other side.

He fulfilled his task perfectly, giving Brooke the opportunity.

"Bang bang bang!"

The policeman's attention was drawn to him, and the bullet chased after the man, but he didn't hit a single shot.

However, Brooke didn't blow up the sheriff's head as promised.

The teammate of "Brooke !!" was trapped behind the counter, roaring angrily, and had to stand up and shoot as the police threw several grenades in, only to be shot and killed as soon as he showed up.

Hearing that his teammate had died, Brooke came to his senses.

Because when he kills as planned, the gun will instantly lock onto the sheriff's head.

Outside the hospital gate, it appears that a balloon is floating down from the second floor, or higher.

When he dodged and raised his gun, he happened to see a white balloon in the air outside the hospital, and a smiling face was drawn on the balloon with a black pen, and the hair of the smiling face was bald in the middle.

At that moment, he instinctively pointed his gun at the balloon instead of the sheriff's head.

"Bang!" he shot with precision, popping the balloon.

This made Brooke laugh heartily, and then couldn't help but think of his own childhood, his face stiffened.

The balloon was all too familiar, because he had painted almost identical smiling faces.

He was only nine years old when his father taught him to play with a gun, of course with an airsoft gun and a balloon as a target.

His father was a good special forces soldier and often went out for training or missions.

What Brooke looks forward to the most is when his father comes back from vacation, when his father always brings the latest gun models and tells many thrilling and interesting battle stories, subtly cultivating his independent thinking and simple military literacy.

His sense of combat was the foundation that began to be laid at that time.

Sometimes he didn't come home for a long time, and he was very angry, so he drew his father's face on the balloon and used it to practice shooting.

But when his father came back, he would immediately be happy like a fool, and his father disliked the ugliness of his drawing, so he took up a pen and added a few strokes to it, and directly changed the face on the balloon to the appearance of laughing.

Even, the handsome blonde hair was modified to be bald.

I laughed like a fool, but I was still angry.

My father said, "If one day you can pop this balloon 30 meters away in front of me, I won't go to work again." ”

At his age, if he wants to burst a balloon that shakes in the wind from thirty meters away, it is very difficult to use an air gun with low accuracy.

This commitment has been committed to Bruker for five years.

From the age of nine to fourteen, it was the happiest time of his life.

Because he lived his life to the fullest, he had hope every day, and he had something to look forward to every day.

In the past five years, he has often hit balloons, but when his father returned, he could not burst the balloon in front of him.

Because my father always chooses to throw it when the wind is at its strongest.

He knew that his father did it on purpose, but Brooke didn't admit defeat, he had to practice it, and he could burst the marksmanship if he threw this balloon at any time!

Eventually, Brooke succeeded, and at the age of fourteen, he had almost every shot at thirty meters.

But his father had no way to accompany him, and his father really wouldn't go to work anymore because he died on a mission.

His father wanted him to be a soldier and serve his country, and Brooke had worked hard for it.

But when his father died, he was so confused that he seemed to have forgotten who he was supposed to shoot for.

He was physically strong and had military qualities, he was like a little bully in school, he did fights, robberies, marijuana, women, he became addicted to these things.

Therefore, he did not succeed in getting into the military academy and instead began to mix gangs.

The second uncle who adopted him also began to dislike himself, beat and scolded himself, and he became more and more rebellious.

Until one day, he got a real gun and killed his father's younger brother with his own hands.

To this day, Brooke is a mercenary.

He had forgotten all the people in ordinary life, and he had almost forgotten what his father looked like.

However, he still remembered the white balloon and his father's balding smiling face on it.

He never left behind his own shooting training.

"The wind speed is nine centimeters, the balloon is shaking, shooting, shooting. ”

Brooke's movements were done in one go, and it seemed to be exhausted.

When he realized that he was not at home, the police reacted and shot him dead.

"Poof!"

Brooke collapsed in a pool of blood, and the last image in his heart was still the balloon.

......