"Poof, dang, click, ah......"

In a series of chaotic sounds, the guy who jumped down first, a short sword in his hand pierced directly into the neck of one of Sir's men, and when he landed steadily on the ground, he naturally pulled out the dagger, and the blood gushed out was on the bookshelf next to him in the blink of an eye, staining a large number of books red;

The figure who jumped down a little slower, but he was carrying a black, non-reflective crusader sword in his hand, with a blade of more than 60 centimeters long, because he fell a little far away from another of Sir's subordinates, so he could not directly kill him.

However, as soon as the crusader sword shook the ground to the ground, the knight's men, who were dead and out of cover, turned around and aimed their MP7 at the enemy.

But unfortunately, these members of the Pope's squad are all good at using cold weapons, and the guy with the Crusader sword slammed it from the bottom to the top, and in the blink of an eye, he slammed the muzzle of the MP7 with his long sword, and in an instant, a string of bullets fired by the MP7 fell on the bookshelf next to him.

By the time Jazz's men tried to retreat to widen the distance between themselves and the enemy, the other party had already flipped his wrist and slashed it diagonally from top to bottom, and with a "brush", the face of Jazz's subordinate was cut in two.

Although he lost three of his subordinates in an instant, since the enemy had already appeared, there was nothing to say, and Sir kicked his feet on the two bookshelves in front of and behind him, and immediately raised the MP7 in his hand above his head, and shot at the vast space above the bookshelf without showing his head.

The man who had just crouched in front of Jazz also took a few steps forward, reached the edge of the bookshelf, and pulled the trigger directly towards the position where the other group of companions had been annihilated.

"Puff puff ......"

Not to be outdone, the enemy immediately returned fire, and the bookshelf beside Sir and the others were killed, and although the sound was loud, under the piercing and swirling of the bullets, large pieces of scraps of paper were immediately raised, and it looked like snow was falling in the house.

As for the two enemies who jumped down first, they also quickly outflanked them, directly put away the cold weapons in their hands, drew the CZ75 submachine pistol with the Crusader sword, and picked up the P90 with the short sword, and together they frantically strafed at Jazz's men.

It was a dead warehouse just now, but in the blink of an eye, it became a bloody battlefield, and the Sir and the other party had a tacit understanding that they did not use heavy firearms or explosives, but only used light firearms equipped with silencers to fight, because submachine pistols and submachine guns are the most convenient to operate in a small space.

Soon, after strafing a magazine, Jazz jumped down from the bookshelf, while changing the MP7 magazine, he roared, flew up and kicked the bookshelf in front of him, but to Jazz's expectations, these groups were about 10 meters long, and the layers above were densely packed with heavy bookshelves, which were only shaken twice, and did not fall as Jazz expected.

"Help!" but Jazz didn't believe it, and for the second time he simply let go of his MP7 and slammed into the bookshelf like a giant bear while shouting at the last remaining man.

And Jazz's subordinate also showed a very resolute performance, slammed the muzzle of the gun back, turned his head and used his shoulders to push the bookshelf, and his muscular legs kicked desperately to the ground, squeezing out every bit of strength in his body, and cooperating with Jazz to compete with this bookshelf.

"Puff puff ......" At this time, bullets flying from several directions fell one after another on the side of Jazz and them, and it seemed that they might hit their bodies at any time, but the paranoid Jazz seemed to be crazy, and he didn't care about anything at this time, just pushed and pushed again and again in that mind.

After a few seconds, the heavy bookshelf finally began to tilt a little, and when the books on the other side of the bookshelf began to slide one after another, the center of gravity of the bookshelf finally changed, and the 10-meter-long bookshelf "creaked" outwards and slammed into the bookshelf next to it.

The next thing became very shocking, accompanied by a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds, dozens of sets of bookshelves in the warehouse, they were like dominoes, crashing, toppling, stacking together faster and faster, and still making a huge noise, raising dust in the sky, completely blocking the sight of everyone in the warehouse.

The unfavorable situation of four against two just now turned around for the Jazz, and at the same time, those who occupied the commanding heights on the bookshelf, they undoubtedly lost their positional advantage, and it is a big question whether they can get out of this chaotic impact at the moment.

"Bump!" waited until the last bookshelf slammed against the wall for the chain to come to an end, and the two of them waited until the trembling of the ground stopped, looked at the large cloud of smoke and dust in front of them, and immediately jumped onto the stack of books with MP7 in hand, searching for the guards and calling for rear support in the communication channel.

A moment later, when Jazz had made a short turn in the hazy smoke, he decided to change this inefficient and unsafe method, he decisively turned around and pulled his subordinates beside him, put them in his ear and gave them a few words, and then Jazz's subordinates ran away quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Jazz was left alone, but Jazz didn't care, and continued to search forward.

About half a minute later, when Jazz had just found an unlucky ghost, an enemy who had been crushed to death by a heavy bookshelf, suddenly a gust of wind struck Jazz on his chest.

There was no time to think about it, Sir immediately flashed back, and as a result, a short sword flew past the tip of his nose, and when Sir lay down again, his huge body pounced on top of a large stack of books, about 10 meters away on the left, under the two stacked bookshelves, a string of bullets suddenly flew over.

Although the counterattack posture was a bit unfavorable, Jazz still quickly pulled the trigger, but this time he did not use the MP7's best rapid-fire and strafing functions, but instead took three consecutive rounds and three consecutive short bursts, and confronted the enemy back and forth.

At a distance of more than ten meters, this is almost the range of the bayonet, and all the bullets fired by Sir fell on the bookcase used by the other party to cover, and most of the bullets fired by the other party towards Sir fell on the books next to Sizz, raising a puff of snowflakes.

Five seconds later, Jazz, who had already fired 12 bullets, suddenly stood up, and quickly flipped into the overturned bookshelf behind him, and as soon as his body was hidden, a string of bullets just fired by the enemy fell on the heavy wooden board of the bookshelf, almost sweeping Jazz's calf.

Seeing that Sir took the risk of changing to a more solid bunker, anyone would think that Sir was preparing to hold on to the same place, and the gunfire here undoubtedly attracted the attention of the surviving guards.

Soon, when another guy with a P90 came up and began to strafe Jazz's side and cooperate with his companion's flanking fire, unexpectedly, a string of bullets actually came through the thick dust, hitting the chest of the P90 guard.

"Uh......" Before he fell, the mournful guard let out a long snort, and then the warehouse suddenly fell silent.

Everyone is also a member of the organization, Jazz he can come up with a solution, the guards after a pawn, quickly sobered up, Jazz he arranged a sniper in the dust, not by sight, but by the sound of gunfire to locate the fire, so who would shoot stupidly, even the guards hidden under the two bookshelves quickly changed positions.

3 seconds, 5 seconds, 10 seconds......

When the sound of breaking the door sounded outside the book warehouse, a trace of fierceness flashed in Jazz's eyes, at this time, it was definitely his own support people who came here, so this is undoubtedly the biggest bad news for the guards! The guards did not send a distress signal, but the Pope's team has limited manpower, plus some were transferred away by Hou Rui with a trick, who is back to support them now?

It's a pity that when Sir was playing Domino just now, there was a set of bookshelves that squeezed the door of the warehouse, so the reinforcements in the corridor really couldn't get in for a while, so this gave the guards a chance to fight to the death!

As a result, Jazz just got up from the middle of the bookshelf, and without waiting to stand up straight, a crusade sword slashed down on the head, in order not to attract the attention and blow of the sniper, the guard adopted the method of hand-to-hand combat this time, even if the sniper arranged by Jazz took the risk of shooting, then the chance of everyone being shot was at most half and half, enough to fight together.

didn't have time to think about it, Jazz directly took the MP7 in his hand as a short stick, and with a "dang" sound, he first set up the long sword that went straight to his forehead.

It's a pity that the guard with the long sword in his hand didn't give him the slightest chance, he immediately twisted the sword body, sideways so everything, and used the blade of the sword straight to the hand where Jazz held the handle of the gun and cut it, if it was really cut by the blade, it is estimated that Jazz's hand would never be able to be saved, so in the face of the guard's vicious sword move, Jazz could only let go of the hand and let go of the handle of the MP7 submachine gun in his hand, which was equivalent to losing the opportunity to pull the trigger.

With a sound ......of metal rubbing, the sight on the tactical rail of the MP7 submachine gun was destroyed by the blade at once, which shows the sharpness of this crusader sword At the same time, Jazz also felt that the hand strength of the guy in front of him was not small, and it was estimated that he was a heavy fencer who had been exercising all year round.