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The sound of gunfire boiled through the dark floors, the sound of windows, glassware, and machinery being destroyed one after another, constantly shaking everyone's eardrums, Yahan held the handle of the gun in his hand, and huddled behind the large inspection machine with his mother, the bullets whizzed through the air, sparks and sounds were knocked out all over the room, and dust and stone chips occasionally fell on the wall behind him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the center of the room, dragging the thermal energy display, the steamed bun was constantly moving with the somewhat terrifying big gun, the bullet pressed into the body of the gun, pulled the trigger, the spark exploded in an instant, the bullet slammed through the wall, and hit the enemy through several nearby rooms, the power was really amazing. Robert and the others, as well as Yahan's bodyguards, were also shooting in the dark, moving in a small area between the test instruments. On one side of the corridor of the laboratory, there were already huge windows that made it easy for the experimenters to look inside from the outside, but at this time, along with many shutters, they had been destroyed by flying bullets, and the entire floor had become the most dangerous dead zone as far as the eye could see.

Outside the building, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and bullets from the battle, there was a faint whistle of sirens, as if someone was shouting, but then it disappeared. Yahan muttered in his mouth: "Half an hour, half an hour......" picked up the little mother's wrist and looked at the expensive women's luminous watch with difficulty: "Also, there are fifteen minutes, only fifteen minutes...... "That is the time predicted by the steamed bun, but now it seems that every minute is so long...... straightened up slightly, and glanced at the floor outside where the gunfire was continuous, and at this time, a series of machine gun bullets pulled out dazzling sparks on the instrument next to him, and in the piercing sound, Yahan was so frightened that she hurriedly fell back, and her mother pulled her from behind: "Be careful!" ”

"Hide!" Mantou said in a low voice, dragging the thermal imager that was quickly crawling past not far away, suddenly got up and shot, and then fell down again. The human figures, the heat caused by the shuttle of bullets, and the flames burning in many places have caused strong interference to the instrument, and at this moment the light and shadow on the display screen seem to be blurred, and he can only keep shooting with his sense and experience, and the accuracy may be reduced, but the threat caused by this modified sniper rifle is still huge, at least so far, these killers have not been able to advance through.

Only then did an armor-piercing bullet be pressed into the chamber of the gun, an obvious bright spot suddenly appeared on the screen, almost subconsciously, the steamed bun jumped towards the back of the instrument on the side, and a rocket whizzed across the outer corridor, and then, the explosion of fire swept in, impacting every part of the laboratory.

Flames swirled, air currents frenzied, and countless pieces of paper, plastic, and even iron flew across the space, then smashed down on everyone.

Due to the good hiding position, Yahan and Xiaoma were not too hurt, and the two or three people next to them were more or less injured, and the steamed bun got up from the ground, threw aside the thermal imager that had been blown up, put down the powerful and terrifying sniper rifle, took out the machine gun and swept it out, and the rest of the people were also shooting out of the window by feeling. Due to the breaking of many test vessels, coupled with the explosion, various cultures flowed freely on the ground.

While shooting, the steamed bun that was already stained with blood on his body whispered: "Everyone come here, we can't stay here, we have to rush out from the side, ...... quickly"

The whistling gunshots streaked across the room, the flames of the explosion, the sparks from the bullets, Robert rolled in the culture several times and leaned over: "We don't have to go out, we ......"

"We have to get out! Of course you can choose to stay! Now that it has been bombarded by the bazooka, then this group of killers can launch the next one at any time, Mantou roared, and several bodyguards had already escorted Yahan's mother and daughter to come over with their bodies low, Robert pointed to a large test equipment next to him, and roared back: "That...... It should be used for filtration...... Whatever the damn machine it is, all I know is that this thing has two floors in a row, and from its tube we can go to the second floor! The premise only requires you to blast off its partition with a gun! ”

"I'm starting to like this lab...... Mantou was stunned for a moment, "let's take a shortcut downstairs...... Second floor, hopefully they didn't ambush too many people......"

* "Second floor? Hopefully we have enough people ready ......"

This is a three-story parking lot not far from the War Building, and a silver sports car is quietly parked in the dark. Amir was sitting in the driver's seat at this point, and from this position, he could clearly see the gunfire in the cave on the third floor of the building, as well as the fighting between the police and the killers at both ends of the street.

As Qiao Guorui heard, as the No. 1 killer in the United States, Zhuang? Amir is more interested in military knowledge, and we don't need to judge his talent here, but there is no doubt that becoming a general was the ideal he had in his youth, and then he became a killer by mistake, and this ideal can only become a dream.

Killer is a lonely and mysterious profession, select a target, plan a strategy, kill the target person with one hit, and then quickly escape, militarily speaking, this kind of thing can be classified as a strategy, a surprise, and a small victory is more, but so far in the killer's career, such things have been done too much. Such a military action of winning more with less will certainly be exciting, but as Qiao Guorui said, the real art of war, defeating the weak with the strong, and winning the less with more is the king.

Of course, he is not the kind of irrational person, and the reason why this operation is arranged this way is not to satisfy his petty military desires, but after analysis, such a plan has the highest success rate. Of course, there is only one thing that is unexpected. The operation of dispatching all idle killers to kill tulips was originally scheduled for Zhang Yahan and his party on the way to the airport, which was the best way to catch the other party off guard, but he didn't expect to receive the news that the mafia would take action against this research institute in advance, so he had to advance the plan.

Once the research institute is attacked by the mafia, with the support of Yanhuang's awakening, Zhang Yahan will definitely have nothing to do, but at the same time, the police will definitely be dispatched, if the New York Police Department or even the FBI and the National Security Bureau are intervened in advance, the variables will rise sharply, therefore, the location of the attack has to be changed here, because this is where Zhang Yahan temporarily lives, maybe the tulip will leave some foreshadowing, but ...... Even if she has a certain amount of preparation, she will definitely not be able to cope with such a crowd tactic that overwhelms the surname, and when Zhang Yahan's life is in danger, she can only appear.

"Haven't the tulips shown up yet?"

"Not yet, the target is currently on the second floor, and seems to want to escape to the parking lot on the ground floor, where the saber-tooth and blade men have blocked them......"

"It's been seventeen minutes, don't keep your hands anymore, give them real pressure, and force the tulips out for me!"

"Isn't it okay to kill the target?"

"If you want to make it look like you're going to kill her, of course there's no way to kill her unintentionally, I think Tulip will realize the seriousness of the matter, no matter where she is!" Putting away the walkie-talkie, his gaze looked at the gunfire floor, "unless she's not there......"

If she's not there......

Where would she be......

Thinking about this question in his head, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel, and the sound of "knock, knock ......" echoed in the carriage. A few minutes later, the phone rang, answering his questions.

"Hey...... Well, I'm here...... What did you say!? ”

Suddenly, his fingers froze in the air, and after a few moments, the person on the other side of the phone repeated the message to him in a confused mood:

"Mr. Castro is dead......"

(To be continued)