Ahem, ahem!

cough, cough, cough!!

The tear-filled hallway was filled with coughing sounds, and those voices represented fresh lives, good and evil.

The SWAT officer who had been scolded by Matthew rushed out at the moment when the tear gas was at its strongest, and then two other SWAT officers followed him with guns, and the three men bent over in the thick smoke and rushed forward with their heads down, turning into a black figure at the door of Room 301.

At that time, the people in the 301 toilet heard the sound of footsteps and exposed the muzzle of the gun on the edge of the toilet, the sniper could not tell whether the gunman was going to rush out or to defend against the SWAT who rushed in at any time, and when he decisively pulled the trigger at such a critical moment, the sound of gunfire came from far and near, and a 'bang' sounded into the ear, the wall of the toilet in Room 301 showed a pitch-black bullet hole and dust particles in the surrounding sunlight.

“F***！” The Mexicans shrank back under the threat of bullets, and the reluctance was revealed in the shouting.

At this moment, there was no shadow of anyone in the dense fog of tear gas outside the door, only the sound of footsteps kept moving forward.

"Ahh

The wounded man was lying in the middle of the corridor in pain, wailing, his blue uniform pants had been torn by the air flow of the grenade, the rags were sticking to the blood along the muscles in his calf, the wounds on his legs were in disarray, and at least four or five bleeding spots appeared on one leg, which looked like they had been crushed by shrapnel and the rubble between the walls.

Lin and Hammers had already stuck in their position, and the doors of rooms 304 and 307 were completely blocked by them from the side, and now was a critical moment to save people.

"Miro. It's me. I'm Cisse. We're here to save you, listen, shhh...... Listen to me, I'll drag you out in a while, it might hurt a little, but you have to hold back, do you understand? You've got to hold back! ”

Cisse grabbed Miro's body armor from his shoulder and dragged it back, behind him was the desperate screams of Miro's special police. The injured leg was rubbing against the ground and being dragged in a pain that no one else could understand.

"Uh!!"

"Damn Mexicans!!"

"You're all ****** dead!!!"

"Dead !!!!!"

Bang.

Another gunshot rang out.

Cisse didn't know where the gunfire came from, he just stopped moving forward under the gunshot, and didn't even hide after the gunfire stopped, grabbing Miro behind him and continuing forward.

He told himself, 'There's no need to stop, if you get shot, you will feel it, and if you don't, you have to race against the clock'!

The man was equally remorseful after being scolded and punched by Matthew, no one knew if there was anyone in the rooms that were not open, but the wounded people all over the floor and the cries had already penetrated into his heart. Like someone's hand, tearing his soul to pieces.

"Nick !!"

Cisse shouted as he was about to pass through the hallway. As a sweaty Nick pouts and drags Pablo downstairs, the black man looks up and responds to his shout, "WHAT? ”

"Can't you hand over the one you have to the patrol officer downstairs and transport it out? Idiot! Don't forget that there are not only our SWAT officers in this hallway, but also your anti-crime and anti-narcotics departments, why don't you come and help! ”

Nick looked downstairs, saw a dozen patrolmen preparing to pick up the wounded for a second, and then looked at the unconscious Pablo, he raised his head and sighed complainingly, scolding: "******, as long as you don't die, you have to play with your life." ”

At that moment, Nick rushed back again, quickly rushed past the door of 301 with a short body, and then took the man in Cisse's hand and dragged him backwards with all his might.

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded in the hallway, and Nick, who had been in the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division for many years and was no stranger to Spanish, immediately raised his head like a frightened hyena, and he understood the Spanish, and a woman shouted: "Use a grenade to blow up the tear gas, or no one will want to get out alive." ”

"Grenade !!"

Nick shouted in a gas mask, afraid that his voice would be too low for others to hear.

Right now!

There was a 'grunt', and Nick heard a very clear sound in the smoke, and when he lowered his head, he felt as if something had hit his foot.

Wow!

Nick's heart twitched hard!

He also reminded others, but in the next second, the grenade had already appeared in front of him......

Nick subconsciously lifted his foot, and then he suddenly understood the intention of his action, and immediately used all his strength to stir the instep of his foot, hoping that the grenade would be kicked back by himself before it exploded.

Swish.

The grenade was provoked by Nick to jump, and the cylindrical body began to roll back on its way, and Nick sweated in this tense situation, and every impact of the grenade and the ground was like a sledgehammer hitting his heart, because you don't know where the grenade could not hold back and exploded instantly.

During the collision, the tail of the grenade hit the ground, and its trajectory changed, drawing an arc between the door panel and the gap between the wall, and disappearing into the wall.

At this point, Nick came to his senses, and he finally pulled the SWAT officer on the ground hard......

Rumble!!!!!

The sound of a loud explosion came again, and the earth seemed to shake in this roaring sound, and he couldn't sit still in the command car for the weekend, so he got up from his wheelchair and jumped out of the command car on one foot. When he landed on the ground, he reached out and grabbed the front cover of a police car behind the command car, and at that time, the huge fire on the third floor was still shining under the window frame that was no longer glass.

Weekend turned his head and glanced at Matthew, who had just stepped out of the command car, and Matthew, who had just stepped out of the command car, was standing there with a walkie-talkie, and the whole person was making wood, and Weekend reached out and grabbed the walkie-talkie, and said to the walkie-talkie: "Nick, are you okay?" ”

After not getting an answer for a long time, Weekend looked up at the third floor above his head again, grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Nick, you must be okay, right?" ”

"You'll be fine!"

"Nick!!"

On the third floor, smoke and dust were constantly drifting out of the collapsed walls, and there was a broken leg in Room 301 that was clinging to the window of the other wall, and at the other end, a Mexican who had lost his leg was lying on the ground in pitch black, his face had been blown up, his body was covered with wounds, and blood continued to flow out from his wounds and broken legs, which soon converged into a pool.

At the railing of the staircase outside the door of Room 301, Miro's half-body body bent the railing and poked out, and the whole person had fallen into a deep coma, and beside him, Nick was lying there with his eyes open, a black face with dust mixed with sweat all over his body, and even his breathing became very weak.

Neil was still screaming in the headphones, but Weekend couldn't see that the crumbling baseboard tiles had pierced into his chest, and blood was spreading on the dusty T-shirt, where the body armor couldn't protect at all.

Nick couldn't hear anything anymore, and no one could see what was in his head, but the black man spoke at the slowest pace.

......

......

There was a sound on the intercom on the weekend, and some staccato voices were emerging: "When I went to college, when I was in college, you thought I was playing hip-hop was, yes, for music, hehe, cough, cough, actually, no, no, for, to be surrounded by more, girls, to be able to get to bed with them, easier, to get into bed, I, no, no...... Let you down、Done... Mom……”

"Nick?"

"Nick??!!

"Nick !!!!"

Matthew snatched the walkie-talkie and yelled: "Sniper, why did there be an explosion, didn't it make you stop any Mexicans from obstructing the rescue operation??" ”

"SIR, I'M SORRY, THE CURTAINS IN ROOM 301 WERE BLOWN UP BY THE WIND AND MY VIEW WAS OBSCURED."

“F***-You！” (To be continued.) )