[Chapter Word Count:2195 Last Updated:2015-04-1508:00:00.0]

The alarm kept going off, and soon someone rushed up to the third floor.

Qin Jun didn't hesitate to plug the USB flash drive into one of the computers, pulled out a little thumb-long antenna from the USB flash drive, and no longer cared about the copying.

The U disk is the latest invention of the Special Ninth Bureau, which can actively copy all the documents in the plugged computer without supervision, and directly and wirelessly upload it to the computer host of the headquarters of the Ninth Bureau through the guò antenna.

The sound of hurried footsteps outside the door was getting closer and closer, Qin Jun stood up without hurry, took out a submachine gun and two pistols from the display shelf next to him, hung the two grenades on his waist, and showed a wary look on his face.

It takes time to copy and transfer data from a USB flash drive. And he had to stay in this place for at least five minutes, buying time to copy and transmit the information.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open from the outside by a large white man with explosive muscles all over his body. When this Caucasian man saw Qin Jun in the house, the angry expression on his face instantly turned into horror.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Qin Jun's mouth, and he slowly picked up the submachine gun in his hand.

"Da Da Da! Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da! ”

The black barrel of the gun spat out angry tongues of fire, and before the white man who rushed in could raise the pistol in his hand, it was instantly smashed into a sieve, and fell to the ground like a hill, causing the floor to tremble.

At this moment, the people who followed behind yelled in horror and screamed wildly.

"Paul was killed! That guy has a gun! Damn, he took the MP5 submachine gun from the house! Watch out, everyone! ”

"Hidden! You stupid Bs! ”

There was less than thirty seconds of panic outside, and no sound could be heard at all. This group of terrorists from the Scarlet Church reacted quite quickly.

"Click!" "Click!"

Qin Jun stood behind the wall, silently counting the sound of people pulling bolts outside.

One, two, three, four, five. Five! In other words, there were at least five gunmen outside, eyeing the door.

However, Qin Jun was not in a hurry to rush out, at the moment his task was to hold on for a few points and wait until the USB flash drive was read.

“GO! GO! GO!” I don't know who shouted, and suddenly there was a lot of gunfire.

Sparks flew all around the door frame! The terrorists outside tried to force their way through the dense bullets. After all, this room contains dozens of kilograms of white goods, and a computer host that stores data. There's no way they're going to let it go.

Qin Jun smiled slightly, he could hear that almost all the people outside used pistols, but what he was holding was a submachine gun. The lethality of close range, how can a pistol be as ferocious as a submachine gun!

Raising the MP5 submachine gun in his hand, he barely had to aim, and the barrel was stuck out of the door, from top to bottom, from left to right, and it was another slam sweep. The complete suppression of fire caused the gunfire outside to stop immediately, and everyone was looking for cover to avoid the bullets.

This is the absolute superiority of the submachine gun.

After firing a shuttle of bullets, Qin Jun immediately withdrew to the room and quickly changed the magazine.

Seeing this, the terrorists outside glanced at each other, wanting to take advantage of the time when Qin Jun changed the magazine to forcibly rush to the door.

The thumping pistols rang out again, and the terrorists rushed out one by one.

Unfortunately, though, before they could react, the flaming barrel of the rifle came out of the door frame again.

"Da Da Da! Dadada! ”

Bullets are spraying wildly like flowing water!

Poof! Two muffled bullets hit a young man with long blond hair and a freckled face.

The two shots directly penetrated the heart and lungs, and the young man who was shot had two bright blood flowers in his chest, opened his eyes, collapsed on the ground, and rolled down the corridor with a clatter.

"Fack! Little George was also killed! Hurry up and get the big guy, the bastard inside is a master of firearms, and our pistol is no match for him! "Obviously, someone can see from Qin Jun's demonic reload speed that he is a very powerful master.

Knock knock! The two of them ran away, as if they were going downstairs in exchange for more powerful weapons.

Qin Jun glanced at the flashing indicator light on the USB flash drive, it was still running, and it seemed that it would have to continue to hold on for a while.

After the third bullet was fired, both sides fell silent, and Qin Jun judged from the sound of breathing outside that there were probably two more people outside, but they were both standing far away. It is estimated that he is waiting for the later ones to send heavy weapons up.

Soon, the sound of crackling metal was heard, and someone climbed up the stairs panting with a large pile of guns on his back.

"Give me a submachine gun!"

"I want it too!"

"I want it!"

"Fack! Who got you up with a bazooka, and you want to blow up that room? Our white goods are all in there! ”

Outside, the sound of the terrorists talking was heard again.

Hearing the three words bazooka, Qin Jun couldn't help but move his throat and swallowed his saliva. How perverted Nima's group is, even the bazooka was smuggled into Huaxia.

"Da-da-da-da! Dadada! Dadada! "Bullet casings mixed with wood chips were flying on the door frame.

A few seconds later, a dense burst of submachine gunfire rang out outside, and after a while, bullet casings were already everywhere at the door.

"Fire cover! Rush the door for me! Fuck that crump inside! "The strange cries of terrorists mingled with the rain of bullets roaring in rage.

The other party started rushing the door again.

Qin Jun held a submachine gun, scurrying left and right in the room, dodging the bullets outside, and at the same time fiercely returning fire.

The bullets were like flowing water, as if they didn't want money, and they were beaten by Qin Jun again and again. Soon only the last magazine remained.

There were more and more people outside, and it was clear that all the terrorists in the church were rushing this way.

The ammunition in the room was limited, and it was impossible for Qin Jun to stay in this room and wait for death.

Qin Jun frowned, glanced back at the USB flash drive, and the red light that flashed at a rapid speed suddenly turned into a yellow light!

Very good! The number jù has been read! He didn't have to stay in this room anymore.

Quickly replaced the last magazine, the tongue of fire spit out fiercely, Qin Jun smiled coldly, and at the same time pulled the grenade hanging from his waist.

Call! Bang bang.

With a flick of the hand, the grenade arced in mid-air, crashed into the opposite wall, and rolled to where the terrorists were standing.

"Fack! Lie down! ”

When the terrorists heard the crisp sound of metal crashing, they realized the seriousness of the matter. One by one, they scrambled to the ground and fell to the ground.

Rumble!!

A loud explosion filled the entire aisle. The whole building trembled.

At the same time, Qin Jun took a few quick steps, his face was cold, holding a submachine gun with a tongue of fire, and rushed out before the shrapnel that had been blown up in the aisle had not completely landed.

Dada-

The bullets in front of him flew sideways, as if they had eyes, and they shot wildly at the terrorists lying on the ground.

Puff puff!

The whistling bullets brought up handfuls and handfuls, red blood mist.

"Ahhh

These people, before they even had time to resist, were taken away from their lives in an instant!

This was a merciless massacre, in the eyes of this group of terrorists, Qin Jun was like a demon descending, wielding the scythe used to harvest souls in his hand, sending them one by one into purgatory that would never see the light of day!