Bing Meng hurriedly dragged Brother Kun's wrist with both hands and pressed against the stabbed glass piece, and the two suddenly fell into a stalemate. A man rides on a woman, not to be happy, but to kill her as much as he can. Holding a piece of glass in both hands, he stabbed down with all his might, his palm had already been cut by the glass, and wisps of blood slid down the smooth mirror surface of the glass. The woman, on the other hand, dragged the man's hands with both hands to prevent the glass in his hands from piercing down.

However, women's natural strength is smaller than that of men, and although Bingmeng is trained, Brother Kun is not bad. In the stalemate, the pointed end of the shard of glass was slowly moving downward, getting closer and closer to one of Ice Dream's pupils.

Both of them are desperately trying their best to eat, and if one wants to escape, she must do her best to solve the trouble in front of her, otherwise she will want to leave when her accomplice chases him out. The other simply wants to live, and can only protect himself as much as possible.

Huo Di, Bingmeng's lower abdomen pushed up hard, and Brother Kun, who was riding on her belly, was turned over by the top for a while, and the whole person rolled out from the top of Bingmeng's head. And Bingmeng was also scratched on the cheek by the piece of glass in his stubborn resistance, but this was already a beautiful result for a stabbed eyeball.

Bing Meng had no restrictions on his body, jumped up with a bounce, and just wanted to turn around and pursue, when he heard a sound of breaking the air behind him. She immediately threw herself forward, the shard of glass that had cut her cheek just past the edge of her scalp. When Bing Meng turned back again, Brother Kun had already run away.

Bing Meng gritted her teeth, her eyes shot wisps of murderous intent, she was really angry at this moment. took out the silenced pistol from his waist and shot two shots at Brother Kun, but they were dodged by Brother Kun's prescient evasion action. Bing Meng snorted, and just wanted to catch up, but at this moment, a figure flashed from her side, chasing Brother Kun away, bringing a cool wind to Bing Meng's face.

Bing Meng was first startled by this person who suddenly ran out, as a melee fighter, he didn't notice it at all when he was put to his side, fortunately, this person was chasing Brother Kun and was not hostile to her, otherwise he would have stabbed her in the back. She probably didn't even know why she died.

Melee fighters are different from other warplanes in that they are assassins, shadows in the darkness, and the most aware of their surroundings. The mercenary community still debates whether or not melee fighters are part of the main combat class, because many infiltration assassination missions are not melee fighters. (??) For example, if you want to sneak up on a target who is protected by a large number of bodyguards, and kill him quietly without anyone knowing, this kind of task can only be completed by a melee fighter. Because in all combat systems, melee fighters need to be close to their bodies in order to be powerful, and in the era of hot weapons, this practice is undoubtedly to death. As long as someone is present, I will give you a shot from afar, and I will stick a fart. Therefore, the birth of a melee hand is very demanding, a good melee hand can quietly walk in the dark without being seen, and as long as someone is close to them, they can even perceive the danger earlier than the fighters of other combat lines.

Bingmeng has always been very confident in her own perception, when she used to accompany Leng Ye and Dowell in the villa, Leng Ye and Firebird had wanted to ** her and Xue Ling'er naked bath in the hot spring countless times, but she noticed it at the first time, so that Leng Ye and Firebird could be so miserable in turn.

But this moment. How could she not be surprised that someone had run past her, and that was the wind that had brought her up? It seemed that except for 13, there was no such master who could completely hide her breath in her impression.

When he saw that the person who suddenly ran out was actually 11, Bing Meng's surprised expression quickly turned unwilling. 13 He seldom praised others, but he did more than once.11 At this moment, Bingmeng really appeared, and 11 did have something powerful about him. But she was really unwilling. She doesn't want to be pressed on the head by 11, she wants to prove to everyone that she is no worse than 11.

With a light snort, Bing Meng immediately arched his entire back high, and rushed forward like a sprinting wild cat, and his figure was already chasing after him like a wisp of black smoke.

At the same time, the battle inside the house was nearing its end. Under the attack of Snow Bell, Firebird, Cold Night and 11, the four of them on three sides. Those three people didn't want to be on the run. I couldn't even move a single step, so I could only hide behind the overturned and unsafe desk for an opportunity.

Among them, the firebird side is the most impressive. After smashing the window glass, the firebird stood outside the window and did not dodge, and when he raised his gun, he crackled and fired indiscriminately. His fighting style is somewhat similar to that of a monkey, he likes to strafe at a general target, but unfortunately he only has a pistol in his hand instead of a submachine gun, and the bullets can't be connected, which makes him very angry. (junｚｉｔang.***?) In fact, not only the Firebird, but also the most embarrassing problem for all assaulters to fight with a pistol. Assaulters only use pistols in rare cases, they are the most prominent point of firepower, and the only one who wants to suppress the opponent's firepower and charge into battle is the assaulter, do you still expect an assaulter to take a pistol and charge to face the enemy's rows of machine guns and submachine guns?

But compared to the monkey, the firebird still has a great advantage, at least he will not pick three or four to choose the recoil of the earth gun, nor will he be like crazy in battle, and he will yell and fight desperately. If it were a monkey here, he would rather rush into hand-to-hand combat than fight with a silenced pistol, and he would not be willing to fight without shouting his voice hoarse during the fight.

Although the ground fire strength of the pistol is far inferior to that of the submachine gun, a good assault player will always be the protagonist on the battlefield. With only a silenced pistol, the firebird suppressed the three men and hid behind the table, unable to raise their heads. The bullets flew wildly, and some of them missed the walls and the ground, splashing sparks in all directions. This is also a common problem of all assaulters, who do not aim very much, and only shoot in the general direction according to their own feelings. When charging on the battlefield, if you wait for you to aim before shooting, you may die before you even kill a person. Besides, the assaulters usually use submachine guns and the like, and these guns shoot fast. It is powerful, but the disadvantage is that the recoil is high, especially for guns like the AK47. If an untrained person takes the AK to aim, I'm afraid that after a shot is fired, the bullet won't know where to go. Therefore, it is simply unrealistic to take a submachine gun to aim and shoot, and the reason why a submachine gun is called a charge is that it is most suitable for plane strafing. Accustomed to fighting with a submachine gun and having set your own fighting style, do you expect an assaulter to aim and shoot again?

Firebirds aren't really as crazy as monkeys. On the contrary, he still cherishes his life, after all, there are only a few crazy people in this world who don't want to die like monkeys. The reason why he dared to stand still at the window so arrogantly was only because he had blind trust in Xue Ling'er. In fact, Xue Ling'er did not disappoint the firebird, while being a defender, she also temporarily took on the responsibility of covering the hand, as long as there was a pistol behind the table that showed half a corner, she would press it down as soon as possible, providing enough safety and space for the firebird, and also ensuring that the other party would not take the opportunity to return fire when the firebird reloaded.

With the firepower of Firebird and Snow Bell. Cold Night was much more relaxed here, and every now and then a shot came out from behind the door. Based on the sniper's precise aiming, every bullet in the cold night is guaranteed to see blood. Although the power of the pistol is not large, its role is undoubtedly huge in the battle in the house at a distance of about ten meters. Cold Night's precise burst shots, each blow can penetrate the not thick table, hitting the vulnerable joints of someone hiding behind the table, making them temporarily incapacitated. Compared to the Firebird's blind and aimless indiscriminate shooting, Cold Night's combat style is more lethal, but the disadvantage is that it requires firepower to support it.

Under the precise point shot of the cold night. The battle stopped not long after it began. Of the three recalcitrant elements in the house, one was killed on the spot by a stray bullet from the firebird, and the other two had several bullet holes in their bodies, all of which were injured by the firebird, although none of them were critical, but if they were not treated in time. It is estimated that he will not live long. Cold Night, on the other hand, only gave each of them one bullet to each elbow and knee. so that their hands and hands are incapacitated. After the shootout stopped, Firebird was the first to jump up from the window, cautiously approaching behind the table with his gun, and holding it against the two half-dead guys lying on the ground moaning. Kick the guns in the hands of the two men first, and then gesture for Leng Ye and Xue Ling'er to come in.

Leng Ye and Xue Ling also walked in slowly with guns raised, and Dowell was the last one. At this moment, Dowell's face was a little pale, this was a normal expression for a novice on the battlefield.

The biggest difference between an experienced iron-blooded veteran and a novice who has never seen a big scene is the psychological quality and endurance, and the veteran can calmly face the bullets flying everywhere on the battlefield. But novices are always nervous. After the battle. Veterans can calmly clean up their moods, while novices begin to have adverse reactions to war after the initial nervousness.

Dowell is a complete newbie. Although he was arranged by his uncle Kakashi to train hard in the mercenary group for several years, a warrior who has never seen blood, even if he trains weekdays, he is still a rookie. The true Predator is fought and survived on the battlefield, not trained. Kakashi wasn't unaware of this, but out of selfishness, he didn't want the only son left by his brother to be buried in his hands, so he had always arranged for Dowell to only do logistical work. In Kakashi's opinion, as long as he was alive, Dowell and Mossi would not be in danger, and he never thought that one day Dowell would go into battle with a gun. Therefore, with Doweville's Su zhì as a new recruit, it is more than enough to bully gangsters and hooligans in normal times, but when he really sees the sparkling bullets flying in front of his eyes, this feeling of depression and nervousness to the extreme is enough to make any person's nerves collapse.

After removing the potential threat from the house, Xue Ling'er began to check the injuries of the three men. One of them was dead, and the other two were still lying on the ground half-dead and moaning, not because they didn't want to use their howls to vent the severe pain in their bodies, but now they were in pain and didn't even have the strength to scream. Every time I wanted to scream, the sound came out of my mouth through my throat and turned into a moan.

Leng Ye first looked at the dense bullet holes on the table, as well as the gaps in the nearby walls and ground that were broken by bullets, and then pouted at the firebird. That expression speaks for itself, a waste of bullets.

Without waiting for the Firebird to refute, Leng Ye patted Dowell, who was still pale, on the shoulder again, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Dowell shook his head, a wry smile.

"It's okay, it's like this at the beginning of the fight, I was worse than you for the first time. Just get used to it. Leng Ye walked to the window where Brother Kun had escaped, poked his head out and took a look, and said to himself: "The two of them are chasing, it shouldn't be possible for him to escape, right? ”

Snow Bells and Firebird rolled their eyes wildly when they heard this.

But Leng Ye's next sentence made Xue Ling'er feel the urge to take a gun and directly collapse him: "It's okay, Xiao Meng'er is gone, we still have Xiao Xue'er." It's still my dear Xue'er, who will never give up on me, and just now I know that I feel sorry for me to help me cover up. Kiss my Xue'er baby, it just so happens that Xiao Meng'er is not here, let's continue to talk about the issue of human reason, shall we?" Even Dowell, who was still in the period of adverse reactions to the war, was amused by him, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed for a while.

It seems that perverts are also very good sometimes.