What Lenny Phillip hates the most is that his subordinates don't come in, and no matter what urgent matters are, they must be allowed to come in with his permission.

When the door of the parlor was slammed open, Lenny Philip's eyes immediately widened, and he was about to scold his unruly subordinates, but suddenly he saw that two guards of the presidential guard had entered, both with guns in their hands.

As a long-time mercenary leader, Lenny Philip immediately judged that Dewey and the old cat were here to kill him.

Did Eric mutiny, or did the Hidden Dragons get involved?

Lenny Philip didn't have time to think about it, so he rolled back and jumped behind the couch.

At the same time, Dewey and the old cat's guns rang out at the same time, and a large number of bullets hit Lenny Philip's couch, leaving a dense number of bullet holes.

But with the couch blocking, the bullet failed to hit Lenny Philip, and the muzzle of the two turned and swept towards Caddy.

Although they are all high-level leaders of Philip's army, they can only be distinguished from each other when it comes to a real critical moment.

Although Cady, who was in charge of the battle, was not as quick as Lenny Philip, he was the first to wake up, quickly jumped to the side of the sofa, stretched out his hand and pushed hard, and the sofa was pushed by him in a circle, blocking in front of him.

Lean, who was in charge of intelligence, was slightly inferior, and he lunged forward, then rolled on the ground, far out of Dewey's range.

And Noah, who specializes in logistics, turned out to be the most chic one, he suddenly kicked the ground, his body turned the sofa, and the sofa was twisted by him, and the backrest was facing Dewey and the old cat.

With their agility, all three of them escaped, but Luke was not so lucky.

Luke's reaction was not unhappy, but he did not dodge in this situation, but reached for the gun, and as soon as the pistol was halfway out, Dewey's bullet swept over.

A barrage of bullets landed on Luke's body, leaving a bloodline of bullet holes in his chest, causing him to shudder and slide off the couch.

The pistol he had just pulled out fell to the ground, and Luke tried to reach for it, but as soon as the tips of his fingers touched the barrel, he fell sharply, and the palm of his hand slipped to his side, unable to move again.

As for Eric, who was sitting opposite them, although he had been mentally prepared, he was so frightened by the sudden attack of the two that he slipped off the sofa, reached out and hugged his head and screamed bitterly.

It's okay if he doesn't scream, but when he shouts, he pulls the hatred over.

Lane was in the midst of grief when he saw Luke die, and Eric reminded him with a sharp voice.

Eric has rebelled, and Luke was killed by him!

As he rolled, Ryan had already pulled out his pistol and immediately raised it to Eric.

Eric happened to be staring at him, and when he saw that Lean's gun was aimed at him, he was so frightened that the chrysanthemum tightened, and the ground suddenly became wet.

Bang!

The crisp sound of the pistol was supposed to drown out the slightly dull sound of an assault rifle, but Eric heard it so well that he could even see the light of fire coming from the muzzle of Lean's gun.

"I'm dead!"

The thought echoed through Eric's mind.

The desire to break away from the control of Philip's army and become the real president disappeared with the sound of that gunshot.

He felt extremely regretful.

If God gave him another chance, he would not choose to betray the Philip Army, nor would he choose to cooperate with Qianlong, let alone be the president.

He would run away as far as he could, as far as he could, when Lenny Phillips found him.

Unfortunately, time could not be reversed, and Eric could only sigh with a long sigh.

"Huh? No, how can I still breathe? ”

Eric touched his body carefully, only to find that there was no blood on his body, let alone injuries.

He looked at Len suspiciously, and then he realized that Len was still in that place, staring at him with wide eyes, but those eyes were not as bright as before, but were blurred by blood.

The blood came from Len's forehead, and there was a swarthy dagger nailed to it, without the hilt.

"I'm not dead, Ryan is dead? Was it Lane they killed? ”

Eric blinked in disbelief and looked at Dewey and the old cat, thinking for the first time that they were extremely cute.

Leen was killed by Dewey.

Both Lenny Phillip and Cadinoah hid behind the couch, and the only one exposed was Lane, and even if his target was not Eric, Dewey couldn't possibly keep him.

Before Len's pistol could be drawn, Dewey handed the assault rifle to his left hand, and shot the dagger with a throwing knife in his right hand.

Although he is not Xiao Li's flying knife, he can't reach the case, but at such a close distance, he can basically achieve 100 shots.

Shooting the throwing knife, Dewey took out a magazine and quickly replaced it, just as the old cat ran out of bullets, and his firepower followed.

The fire of the two was uninterrupted, and the three of them could not lift their heads behind the sofa.

But they refused to sit still, stuck their pistols out from behind the couch, and fired indiscriminately, regardless of whether they were in the correct position or not.

They don't want to shoot, they just want to delay, there is a lot of gunfire here, you can certainly hear it outside, and if you hold out for a few minutes, the guards will swarm you, and then the balance of victory will be completely tilted.

However, they thought too simply.

Dewey took the old cat's firepower, not to let him change the magazine, but to let him lose the grenade and not only get the gun from the guard, but also get the grenade.

The old cat brought the grenade to his mouth, opened his mouth to bite the pull ring, raised his hand and threw it away.

The grenade landed on the back of Lenny Philip's couch in time, and the old fellow saw that Dewey's bullets were still firing, and pounced on the side.

Rumble!

Grenade explosion.

Although Lenny Philip shot past the center of the explosion, he was still shot by the flying fragments, and his back was suddenly blurred with blood, and he didn't know how many fragments he hit.

But he was not dead for a while, he gritted his teeth, endured the scar on his back, crawled forward with all his strength, and successfully climbed behind another sofa under the cover of gunsmoke, but he could no longer raise the strength to fight.

However, Cady, who was closest to him, failed to escape this time, and a grenade fragment slashed through his left neck, severing the artery on the spot.

Cady reached out and pressed the wound, trying to stop the blood gushing out, but how could he stop it, all his efforts were in vain.

He felt that the strength of his body was gradually draining, the scene in front of him was becoming more and more blurred, and life was moving away.

"Kaidi!"

Noah, who was not far away, couldn't help but cry out in mourning.

Cady covered her wounds, turned her head to him with difficulty, and muttered, "If I had known, I would have ......"

His head slammed down, and Noah never knew what he was trying to say.

"Kaidi!"

Noah let out another scream, stretched the gun out of the couch, and pulled the trigger in the direction where the bullet was fired.

Bang bang bang, click!

The bullets are empty.

Noah was about to take the gun back, but suddenly felt a shock in his hand, and his entire right hand lost sensation.

The pain then came, Noah couldn't help but cry out in pain, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, only to see that he had been shot three or four times in his hand, his palm was broken, and the pistol didn't know where it had fallen.

"Ahh

He snorted, pinched his right wrist with his left hand, leaned against the sofa and gasped for breath, and cursed: "These damn guards, why haven't you come yet!" ”

"Guards?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Dewey's mouth, and the muzzle of the gun moved down two centimeters, pulling the trigger.

His hands became extremely steady at this moment, and the recoil of the bullet seemed to be suppressed by him, and the muzzle of the gun did not jump at all.

One bullet after another came out of the chamber and fired continuously at the same point.

No matter how expensive the sofa in the VIP courtyard is, no matter how exquisite the workmanship is, and no matter how good the quality is, it can still block the continuous impact of bullets.

Bang bang, poof!

The last bullet finally managed to penetrate the couch.

Noah's body shook, and he looked down at his chest, blood gushing out from a wound the size of a peanut.

It was at this moment that he heard messy footsteps outside.

The corners of Noah's mouth twitched, and he scolded weakly, "Yes, damn guard......"

The whole battle is very long, but in fact it lasts very short, adding up to only two or three minutes.

Hearing the gunfire in the parlor, the guards ran like crazy, but the battle was over before they could reach the door.

Seeing the five giants of the Philip Army being swept away, Eric felt how comfortable he was, and his years of puppet life made him hate the Philip Army, especially Lenny Philip. Although Philip's army was not destroyed at his hands, it still gave Eric a feeling of revenge.

But hearing the shouts and running of the guards, Eric's face turned pale again.

Inside and out, there were only twelve Hidden Dragons, and Philip's army was a few hundred, so Eric couldn't think of any way to get them to escape.

"It turns out that in the end, it is still empty, and after all, there is still no escape."

Eric couldn't help but smile bitterly, but the old cat didn't care, changed the magazine in a dashing manner, came to the door with a grenade in his hand, and threw the grenade in the direction where the guard was running.

"Grenade!"

"Lie down!"

As the guards shouted, grenades exploded, followed by a rain of gunfire.

The guard, who had just fallen to the ground, was so overwhelmed by the old cat's fire that he couldn't raise his head, so he could only shoot indiscriminately towards the living room.

At this time, the old cat had already exhausted the bullets in the magazine and retreated into the living room, and those bullets were naturally empty.

Eric finally found his chance and asked urgently, "We, can we still get out alive?" ”

"Don't worry about Your Excellency the President, we have hostages." Dewey said with a smile.

Hostage?

Eric was about to ask where the hostages were, but when he saw Dewey coming towards him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "You, you don't want me to be a hostage, do you?" He, they won't care if I'm alive or dead. ”

"Your Excellency, you're thinking too much."

Dewey walked past him and reached out to lift Lenny Phillips behind the couch.