Fight to the death, a tragic exercise with a high degree of mental concentration, so that the two people in room 503, neither of them noticed the situation outside the building, and Abt, who had the upper hand due to the gun, was bent on quickly solving Jarvis.

Jarvis is a top killer, but he doesn't dare to take it lightly, while dealing with the crisis cautiously, he is worried about Erya's safety, and he is afraid that Abt dog will jump off the wall and hurt Erya.

His mission.

Teach Erya skills and protect Erya.

If Er Ya has an accident, not to mention how uncomfortable he is, at least he can't make a difference, so he has to die to apologize.

Bang Abt used a pistol with an extended magazine, which fueled his ferocity, forcing Jarvis to roll over and dodge in embarrassment, and the house was full of dust and debris, and it was a mess.

Abt fired with a hideous face, and his desire to kill made him ignore the number of bullets in his magazine, until he pulled the trigger and the hammer hit the air.

It's still a little tender.

It can also be said that he does not have the talent to become a master.

The fleeting opportunity, the old and sturdy Jarvis could not miss it, picked up a fork from the tableware scattered on the ground, and threw his hand to shoot.

Abt only felt a chill in his throat, something pierced, and then he had difficulty breathing, dizzy, he subconsciously touched his neck, touched the stainless steel fork handle, and poked him firmly in the neck.

"Woo" Abt stared at Jarvis in horror, trying to speak, but couldn't, the tip of the fork was completely sunk into his throat.

"I forgot to tell you, my level of playing throwing knives is not inferior to marksmanship." Jarvis spoke expressionlessly, slowly approaching Abt, who had stumbled back into the corner.

A master will always leave a hole card that is not known to outsiders in case of emergency.

Abt sat down with his back against the wall, extremely desperate, his dream of getting rich overnight was shattered, this is not terrible, what is terrible is to clearly feel that life is passing away little by little, as if being slowly ravaged by death, Abt almost collapsed.

Jarvis walked up to Abt, crouched down, removed Abt's gun, changed the magazine, inserted it behind his waist, touched Abt's distorted handsome face, shook his head and sighed.

Abt wanted to speak, but opened his mouth and grunted until he vomited blood.

"I understand what you're thinking, in the next life, you'll either be a thoroughly good person or a downright bad guy." After Jarvis finished speaking, he grabbed the fork that firmly poked Abt's neck, poked it in, and twisted it again, and the throat, trachea, and spine were all poked to pieces.

Abt's pupils dilated and his head drooped.

At the door, Erya, whose hands and feet were tied and fell to the ground, witnessed the bloody scene intently, and finally felt the coldness and cruelty of the killer world, the little girl was nervous and unbearable, with tears in her eyes.

Jarvis blatantly killed people and did not avoid Erya, because Erya will have to face this kind of test sooner or later, and it is better to face it sooner or later, and adapt to it as soon as possible.

"Are you afraid?" Abt walked up to Erya and untied the ropes that bound her hands and feet and the tape that sealed her mouth, Erya bit her lip and shook her head.

"We have to leave immediately" Jarvis pulled Er Ya up, suddenly frowned, shhh

Room 503 next to the staircase.

In the dead of night, the stairs rattled, and Jarvis, whose ears were close to the floor, could hear clearly, and there were people going upstairs, and more than one or two, and although these people were slight, there were too many people to hide from his ears.

"Quick, hide in the bedroom." Jarvis lowered his voice and told Erya, who realized that the situation was urgent and ran into the bedroom without a sound.

Jarvis watched Erya hide in the bedroom, his face was solemn and he took a deep breath, the person who came up from the stairs, let alone dozens of numbers, if it was himself who was encircled, it was easy to say, there was Erya, there was worry and pressure.

In the hallway.

More than a dozen SWAT officers in black uniforms half-crouched on either side of the door of Room 503.

These people are only the first assault team, and the second, third, fourth, and fifth assault teams are all on standby behind, and the special police officers are holding guns against the wall one by one, wearing all kinds of wind-pulling equipment.

Apartment buildings are cordoned off.

A large number of police special police officers relied on police vehicles and riot-proof armored vehicles to stand by in battle.

After Bauer hid in a police car, he cautiously looked up at the fifth floor, in the past two days, he was so angry, he thought that the small role that would be easily solved, made him disgraced, and what made him even more mad was that the bastard named Yalvis made such a big fuss, beyond his control, there was no way to end it, and the dirty deeds he had done before could also be exposed, thinking of this, he was anxious and hateful, and moved to kill.

Killing people may be able to cover up everything.

"The suspect is extremely vicious, and if he can't be caught, he will shoot and kill to avoid death or injury to our people, this is an order from above." Bauer conveys instructions to colleagues in the building.

Colleagues respond clearly!

In the corridor on the fifth floor, the special police cut off the power supply of room 503, the person on the left side of the door kicked the door open, and the person on the right threw a stun thunder into it, commonly known as a flash mine.

This kind of grenade can produce blindness, make people blind for a short time, and even lose their mobility, and the black hole in the room, dazzling white light flashes.

The squad leader makes an assault gesture.

Masked SWAT officers wearing infrared night vision devices rushed into the house, and the living room was a mess when they entered, with nothing alive except for a corpse.

At the moment when the SWAT was surprised or approached the bedroom, Jarvis, who used his feet and one hand to support the wall and let his body cross the door, shot decisively.

He didn't have a night vision device, and he just knocked down the shaking black shadows one by one by feeling.

Outside the door, the gunfire of the special police officers against the wall dissipated, calling the people inside, but no one answered, and the eyes of each other showed extreme tension and surprise.

The door that had been kicked open creaked shut.

The "We have some of us sacrificed" squad leader gasped for the latest situation, and all the police personnel involved in the operation heard the news, and their hearts were clouded.

The opponent is extremely vicious.

How many people will die today?

Someone sacrificed, naturally someone on top, for safety, no longer rashly intruded, waiting for a number of bulletproof shield bearers in place, the shields were staggered in front, more than a dozen SWAT officers were behind, slowly advancing, and there was a team that slid directly from the roof of the building to the window, like a divine soldier descending into the room.

In the living room, the corpses were all lined up, all dressed in SWAT uniforms, and the second group of SWAT officers who poured in carefully avoided the corpses and searched the living room.

Except for Abt, who was leaning against the corner of the wall and died tragically, there was no abnormality in the living room, and everyone's eyes fell to the bedroom door, when a neglected corpse wearing a SWAT uniform and hood on the ground moved, and then the gunfire rang out, and the corpse held two MP5 submachine guns and fired wildly.

Nearly 20 SWAT officers scattered around the living room were caught off guard, swaying and falling in the rain of bullets.

Another group of people fell silent, and the police hierarchy shook and asked for support from SAS, the most elite anti-terrorist unit.