(noon, eleven o'clock, forty o'clock)

Sean has fired a total of seven shots from the beginning of the matter to the present, only the last shot in the chamber remains, and if Sean comes up immediately, he is absolutely sure that he can take out the enemy who just let out the scream.

But is there anyone behind him? If the other party's backup rushes in while he is completely out of bullets, then the matter will be really "egg-bearing".

With this in mind, Sean didn't take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

Instead, use your thumb to push the circlip on the handle of the gun. The magazine slipped off of its own accord. At the same time, the other hand hurriedly took out another magazine from the multifunctional holster under the armpit.

With a "brush", the pistol was reloaded again.

This time he didn't have to pull the reload again, because there was still a bullet in the chamber.

This trick was a trick he had when he was fifteen years old, and his father Jin Feng told him. There is always one bullet left in the chamber of the gun, and then the magazine is changed, so that when it is critical, it can save your life!

The bald man aimed his pistol at the bar, his body rubbing back desperately. Because he had just entered the door and was hit, he was not far from the door, and there was another person outside, the black man who had thrown the stun bomb before: the boy crouched down, grabbed the bald collar, dragged him out of the door, and saved his life.

Then the black man immediately lowered his head to the radio,1 and whispered: "The three of us were shot, John was wounded in the thigh and could not move, and the rest were more than lucky!".

was blocking the partial head of this floor, and after a short while, a burst of gunfire was heard, and I judged from experience that if I had followed it, there would have been no need to fire so many shots.

Sure enough, his prediction was very accurate, and just after the gunfire stopped for a while, the voice of Basba sounded on his earbud radio: "Three people have been shot...... For the rest, there is more than one bad luck!".

When I heard this, I knew that it was bad, so the "partial head" did not give a direct command at the first time, but said: "Sharp and De Ligaoli, immediately go upstairs to support." ”。

"Roger!".

Sharp's voice came over the radio.

"Let's go!". Turning his head to Smith next to the elevator shaft, he said, "Quick, let's support the past first." ”。

"Okay!". Smith agreed, and with a partial head, he quickly ran towards Block B on the fifth floor.

"I'm CBI, I've called for support, you can't run!" After Sean changed the bullets, he didn't immediately probe to kill the person who was screaming just now, because the sound just now was obviously a dragging sound, and the accomplice who wanted to come to the other party had already dragged this kid out of the door.

So Sean peeked at the witness Lansboton on the inside of the bar: he found that this kid had just been confused by the shock bomb, and now he was slightly relieved.

On the side, he looked at himself with some look of horror in his eyes.

Sean took the phone out of his pocket with his left hand, threw it over, and then made an alarm lip shape: the guy took it with both hands, nodded hurriedly, and lowered his head to broadcast the number.

Sean then pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife from the knife rack above the bar.

It's not that he's going to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the other party, but the cross-section of the knife has a good reflectivity. So he held the pistol in his right hand and the knife in his left hand, and slowly leaned out. Using reflective refraction, I observed the situation at the door of the house.

I didn't find anyone for the time being, so I guess the other party was hiding in the two noses of the door.

"Hey, call the center, I'm Lansborn, and I'm going to court today. ”。 Lancebolton's mind was a little confused, but he spoke very quickly, and said, "But now that someone wants to kill me, send someone over quickly!"

"Sir, please calm down and tell me the address of your home first!" Said the operator on the phone.

"Wellington Street,...... Block B, 5th Floor. ”。 Lansborne said, "Hurry up and send someone, they all have guns!" ......

Sean didn't have time to answer the phone, you must know that there are still people who are responsible. If the number of people is still large. And if you launch another onslaught, it will be difficult to ensure safety.

So taking advantage of the moment when it was a little calmer now, Sean looked across the side. I found Officer Brown, lying on the ground and shaking his head, as if he had just woken up from a hangover.

So Sean looked at the reflective side of the knife again, and then bent down, trying not to make any noise, and took a few big steps, and quickly came to the back of the sectional sofa.

Officer Bran, unable to dodge, took the stun grenade almost head-on. So I didn't wake up until now. And there are some discomforts, such as dizziness and nausea.

Looking at his state, Sean said to himself, I can't count on you for anything. But my brother has always relied on himself. I'll definitely be able to get through this level!

Thinking of this, Sean once again took advantage of the reflection of the knife surface and looked at the situation at the door. It's still nothing for now.

Therefore, Sean turned his heart sideways and used his shoulders to resist the base of the sofa. Push on both legs. Push the couch against the door.

"Whew!!". For a while, the sound of the sofa base grinding the ground sounded.

At this time, the black man outside Busbah, after reporting the situation in a low voice, just put down the walkie-talkie, listened to the movement in the room, poked his head out, and quickly shrank back.

This is to prevent the other side from shooting cold. Don't look at him as the attacking side, but he's also afraid of death. So how can you check the situation without worrying about it?

But at this moment, he also saw the situation inside, there were three people sitting, a long sofa, and someone pushed it over.

So he poked his head out again, and slammed his pistol at the couch "Bang!"

This sofa is a long sofa for three people, so in what direction Sean is probably pushing, this kid is not accurate. In addition, Sean moved quickly and came to the vicinity of the door. Immediately picked up a thin pillar lamp that fell to the ground next to him. The door lock was smashed by a gun, and then he slammed it with his shoulder. With a "bang", the gate was blocked.

At the door, this kid was about to close the door, and he didn't dare to dodge his body to resist, otherwise the people inside would come to the door casually, and two shots might hit him. So angry, he poked out the muzzle of the gun and fired four shots at the gate again. He cursed.

"Bang bang bang......

Sean lay on the ground, like a bug, and crawled to the blind corner where he was shooting. The bullet pierced the door, sparking all over the house. This is especially true when the TV screen is shattered. "Bang!"

But just before the gunfire stopped, a scream came from behind Sean, and a "Ah!" sound sounded.

Sean looked back sharply, he didn't think that the two people he had hit before still had the power to resist. At the very least, after scanning it with the black detective system, I came to the conclusion that the threat level was: "Zero!".

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you become a mother by yourself, and it adds another burden.

It was Officer Brown, who had just woken up but was still in a daze, and he was hit in the thigh by a ricochet. It hurt so much that he snorted.

The power of this ricocheting bullet is much greater than the damage caused by a direct shot with a gun, because the bullet is refracted after hitting an object and rebounding, and the bullet will roll back and forth after refraction! Unless it is a situation in which most of the refractive force disappears, otherwise, as long as it is hit by a ricochet, the injury is definitely greater than that of a direct shot with a gun.

However, Officer Brown was lucky enough to be shot in the thigh and not hurt the arteries or bones, but the feeling of a bullet burrowing into the flesh was "delicious!".

Sean immediately shouted: "Surrender quickly, our SWAT team will be here soon!".

The purpose of this sentence is not to deceive the other side, but to confuse the enemy's judgment of his own responsibility.

After he finished shouting these words, Sean hurriedly bent over, came to Officer Brown, and directly dragged him to the blind spot of the shooting angle. Then he pulled his belt out and tied it tightly to the base of his thigh. A simple hemostatic treatment was done.

Outside the door, Split Head and Smith also came to support at this time. Not far from them, against the wall, the bald John, who was hiding on the side, was pinching the base of his thigh, doing acupressure to stop the bleeding.

Partiality pointed at John, and Smith next to him immediately stepped forward and pulled out his belt, doing exactly the same thing as Sean had just done.

The black man whispered, "He blocked the door with the couch." I still have a stunner!".

He nodded and motioned for him to continue: because it had happened so suddenly, he didn't immediately give instructions for the next step.

Basbah continued, "He seems to have called the police!"

Hearing this, Huo Ran's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the door, making them small

Keeping his heart guarded, he then took out the phone from his pocket and dialed it......

Jin Feng looked at the house numbers on both sides of the street and found that he was not far from the target.

After walking forward for a while, I came to the target location, Hollywood North Road, and abandoned the number one or three.

This building is exactly the same as the photo I found on the Internet, and the photo should also be recent.

Jin Feng swept the front and back with his eyes, maybe because of the relationship of time, or because of the scorching sun, there were not many pedestrians on the street at this time, only two pedestrians in front of him, and they were walking forward with their backs to themselves.

So Jin Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at a window on the fourth floor across the street.

There, on that picture, someone circled it. It was the target person, Brandt's home.

What kind of photo did you say? was actually beaten in a circle?

It was a photo that Jin Feng found on the Internet, from a certain news: Brandt may have just committed a crime at that time, so the reporter took a picture here, and at that time, Brandt raised his middle finger high in the window, so the reporter who published the news circled the photo. Let people who read online news be able to see clearly.

At this point, the window is dark, so there should be no one, or the target is not lit, or is not at home.

These three situations, no matter which one happens, Jin Feng feels that it doesn't matter.

Immediately looked down, took a closer look at the surrounding situation, there was no electronic eye or anything like that, and there was no door guard in this building. So he walked across the street with a generous stride, and then entered the public stairwell.

The small dim lamps that are on 24 hours a day illuminate the sallow yellow of the corridor, and many of the walls on both sides have been recorded, and graffiti is painted on some places. But the floor of the corridor is very clean, and it seems that the hard-working cleaners have not given up on this place.

This is the address where Brandt lived before he took the shit luck. In fact, it is still in his name.

Jin Feng walked into the corridor and was about to go upstairs, but he heard a sound of footsteps coming downstairs from upstairs!

So he turned around and went outside again, and walked into a side alley, and stood in the shadows formed under the wall, constantly raising his hand to look at his watch as if he were waiting for someone.

It didn't take long for a woman to walk out of the door, Jin Feng could see this woman wearing thick smoky makeup, wearing stockings, black fingerless leather sandals, and a half-cut close-fitting coat that squeezed out a large strip of nipples and grooves: she walked with a cheap little kun bag in her hand and her legs exaggerated up and down, humming a lewd tune. Looks like he's in a good mood.

This is obviously a prostitute who has just done a good business, Jin Feng was in berets in his early years, and he was also well-informed, and he could tell at a glance what this kind of woman was doing. Even the standard of the charge can be guessed.

After the woman walked away, Jin Feng looked at both sides of the street again, and there were no pedestrians nearby, so he immediately walked out of the dark shadow in the alley and entered the door of the target building again.

He listened intently, but this time there was no sound, so he walked quickly but carefully not making a sound, and walked upstairs.

Soon, he came to the fourth floor and stood still to listen to the movement, everyone here should be working or taking a nap or something, isn't it that the sound insulation of this building is good, only in the door of a room next to it, there was a faint sound of television.

Jin Feng used the waxy yellow light to see the door number clearly and found where Brandt lived.

sat and walked to the door.

At this time, Jin Feng's patience and meticulous side were fully displayed.

He still stood patiently at the door and listened to the sound in the room, and there was no sound.

Take out two small copper bars from your pocket, insert them in the keyhole at the door, hold down the circlip, and twist them gently clockwise. The door lock then clicked softly.

Then Jin Feng leaned against the wall next to the door, gently pushed open a gap, and looked inward with all his attention.

Jin Feng was half-squatting, hiding his whole body behind the wall next to the door, and tilted his head slightly to look in.

Since there is no light in the house, the sunlight shines brightly through the windows, which makes the surrounding nose even darker.

And he looked through the gap again, so he couldn't see very clearly, and then with his gloved hand, he pushed the door open a little more.

There was still no movement in the house, Jin Feng looked at the things near the door, and found that there was a table not far away, so he quickly flashed in and hid behind the table.

Since Jin Feng also integrated into the environment of the house at this time, his eyes were able to see the situation in the house clearly.

The room was a bit messy, and it smelled very sloppy from long-term uncleaned, an old refrigerator, a few broken chairs, a small bed in the corner, and a half-open door on the left, the layout of the room was not good.

Jin Feng was light-hearted, but he quickly checked the house, even the inner room, and there was no one there except for some very old cabinets, stoves, chairs and other things.

It seems that Brandt, a fanatic, has rarely come back since he made a fortune trading stocks.

Jin Feng turned around, came to the door of the hallway, and closed it.

Then he began to scrutinize, back and forth, some of the things in the room.

He looked very carefully, but after rummaging through some things in the house, Jin Feng was sure that Brandt would sometimes come back, because in the inner room he found a few empty beer bottles and beverage cans, which were still very clean and free of dust, and the small broken bed in the outhouse had also been tidied up, and it seemed that it had been used in a short period of time.

He still tipped through the contents of the room very carefully, for he was sure that the moment he entered the room, he smelled a hint of "otherness" in addition to the musty smell.

After inspecting each place, Jin Feng carefully put them back in place, and he firmly believed that someone like Brandt would have some "private goods" in the house.

He rummaged through most of the room, but found nothing but some change.

But Jin Feng was not discouraged, he stood quietly on the ground and thought for a while, and then he unswervingly walked to the little broken bed, the sloppy smell could not make Jin Feng frown at all, he carefully opened the futon and touched it with his hand.

When he touched the corner of the small bed, Jin Feng finally had a harvest: this is a small packet of white powder, about three times larger than the seasoning package of instant noodles, and the outer packaging is transparent, so Jin Feng can clearly see that there is more than half a package of white powder inside.

I opened the top of the closure, picked out a small dot with my fingers wearing black gloves, and tasted it.

Pinching his mouth, Jin Feng took a chair from the side and put an old newspaper on it, although he was wearing flat shoes, there would be no footprints left at all, but there was nothing wrong with being careful.

He stepped on a chair and placed the packet of heroin in the "hollow pocket" above the chandelier. makes the poison and the product indistinguishable from the surface, but after Brandt's death, the police will thoroughly investigate the house!

Then they will definitely find this bag of white powder. Jin Feng thought to himself: There is still a little bit of white powder, but it should be enough.

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