Jia Ming entered the security room and roughly knew the basic layout and structure of the villa in the surveillance.

After searching in the security room, I found a samurai sword, which was of moderate length and could be slashed and stabbed, making it more suitable for melee combat than a machete.

The machete is used more to scare than to fight, and although the samurai sword is not terrifying, it is a real tool for killing, and most of the things in the world are like this, and people and things that do not seem dangerous hide a monstrous killing motive.

A swordsman who can skillfully use samurai swords can easily kill enemies several times as many as himself, and Jiaming can naturally use samurai swords proficiently.

In fact, for a special killer, firearm shooting, blade fighting, and hand-to-hand combat are all three must be mastered.

Flying over the walls of the villa, Jiaming approached the inner layer of the villa, and in the night, Jiaming, who was armed with a samurai sword, approached the villa like a god of death with a scythe in his hand, and the despicable rebels would be cut off in the depths of hell by the deadly scythe with blood and flames!

Destroying the transformer of the villa, the whole villa is plunged into darkness, and the cover of night is more suitable for a killing.

"How?" The bald man was startled by the sudden darkness of the villa, reached out and touched the pistol at his waist, and quickly flashed to the corner of the wall, which was the thickest part of the entire wall, the most difficult place for bullets to penetrate directly, and the place where it was least easy to attract others to tentative fire.

"Boss, maybe it's a power outage!" A younger brother looked up on the ground, many of them veterans with rigorous training.

For various reasons, they still maintain their quick reflexes in the army, and the moment the lights go out, they roll on the floor to a place where they can hide their bodies, preventing the silhouette of their bodies from being sniped by snipers in the dark.

"Bang!" The sound of the silencer, the sound of glass breaking, the sound of bullets piercing through the body, and the sound of the floor bursting are all mixed up.

Jia Ming shot at the moment when he raised his head and finished speaking, three bullets smashed the glass and shot into his heart, the heart was directly shattered, and the penetrating bullets sparked on the marble floor, and the bullets provoked the shattered marble shards to cut the bald man's cheek.

Jiaming shoots three bullets at a very fast speed, the pistol is semi-automatic, every shot needs to pull the trigger, the recoil force generated by the gun pushes the bullet out of the chamber at high speed and drives the bolt to retreat, and the bullet in the magazine is pushed into the chamber while the bolt is reset.

Jiaming pulled the trigger at the moment of the bolt reset to achieve the fastest firing speed, 3 bullets took less than 0.5 seconds, which even exceeded the rate of fire of some rifles, in fact, it only took 1.5 seconds to shoot a shuttle 15 bullets, Jiaming can only use 1.5 seconds, such a rate of fire is only a pistol, Jiaming can achieve fire suppression!

The three bullets hit the left ventricle, the right ventricle, the ventricle and the atrium are the places where the heart sucks and pumps blood, the ventricles and atria are completely destroyed, and the fist-sized heart is shattered into a bloody stain by three bullets with absolute precision.

"Close the curtains! You! The bald man rolled under the wall near the window to hide, using the wall to form a blind spot to hide his body, hiding himself in the dark was far more important than looking for enemies.

The boss's orders must be carried out, and no one dares to disobey his orders, and his vicious methods make his subordinates shudder.

The curtains are open, just stand up and close the curtains, but maybe the moment you stand up is the moment you leave the world forever.

Although they have killed people, they also understand that most of their ends will also die at the hands of others, and they are destined to end up like this from the moment they embark on this path.

But when it comes to death, everyone's inner fear washes over their brains like a tidal wave, reason and timidity are washed out from the depths of their hearts, and the more so, the more they fear death. The more afraid of death, the more rational and cowardly, the unsolvable cycle.

With his back against the wall, he slowly moved to the edge of the window, hid his body behind the wall, and reached out to pull the curtain on the window, the curtain was very wide, and hiding behind the wall was not enough to close the curtain completely, and trying to stretch his arm on tiptoe was still not enough to close the curtain completely, and at this moment he even had the urge to cut off the left wall as a stick to close the curtain.

Grabbing the curtain with his right hand, he jumped towards the other side of the window, trying to use his jumping speed to close the curtain and dodge the shot.

Just at the moment of jumping, the body was only half a body away from the wall, the body trembled violently in the air, the bullet passed through the curtain and entered under the fourth rib on the right side of the body, piercing the lung lobe and heart, the fingers loosened the curtain due to painful spasms, and the body was pierced again before landing.

"Who the hell is he? What exactly did we do? "The bald man's frightened voice trembled a little, a power outage for no reason, a shooting for no reason, is the enemy looking for revenge?

This level of killers is not accessible to their own group of people at all, a series of difficult and accurate shootings, such a level is simply the style of the elite of the special forces, the police fight crime? It's just an ordinary underworld, there's no need to be so exterminated, right?

For a while, the bald head thought about all the possibilities, and he really couldn't imagine what the gunman who easily shot the two people outside the window was for.

The villa was quiet, no one dared to move their bodies or make a sound easily, and the sharp marksmanship of the people outside the window had already shocked their hearts.

In this case, getting up and running away is tantamount to suicide, softly pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the window, as long as he dares to approach, a dozen pistols will instantly beat him into a sieve, and no matter how powerful people will die, but this is only the most perfect hypothesis, this kind of low-level mistake will not even be made by themselves.

A black shadow jumped into the room from the window, and before he could even see the outline of the black shadow, the two people hiding under the window fell into a pool of blood, the black shadow shot in the air, the red blood, the gray brain splattered in the air, and the black shadow rolled over and rolled under the marble coffee table the moment it landed.

Most of these outlaws were retired soldiers, and their reactions far exceeded those of ordinary people, and the moment they rolled under the coffee table, they had already recovered from the shock of the black shadow's sharp marksmanship and speed, and the muzzle of the gun poured a rain of bullets on the marble coffee table, without the slightest horizontal and aimed shooting, just trying to use the dense bullet rain to break the black shadow behind the coffee table into pieces.

The exquisite and gorgeous marble coffee table was burst open by bullets, and marble fragments were splashed in the air, and at the moment when the magazine was replaced, a black shadow jumped out from behind the marble coffee table, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun illuminated half of the room, and the bullets directly cut off the skulls of several outlaws, gray brains, red blood, and the smell of blood in the air, which was disgusting today.

Broke through the door and staggered out of the room, leaving the people who could only die, and more than a dozen people were scared away by one person.

Only some of the people who rushed out of the room were shot by Jiaming before they could escape completely, and although Jiaming could use up a shuttle of bullets in 2 seconds, 2 seconds was enough time for them to exchange the death of some people for the time of another part of the people to escape.

The wound of the corpse in the room was still flowing with warm blood, and Jia Ming suddenly had a ** for blood, and in every killing, Jia Ming would more or less have an impulse from the blood to fresh blood, although this impulse was weak, but it could be truly felt.

Turning around and walking out of the room, the empty magazine is removed, the new magazine is instantly withdrawn, snapped into the handle of the gun, loaded, and the gun is reset, and a series of actions are completed before the old magazine falls to the ground.