After roughly assigning the respective tasks, I turned to look at the seven Russians again. At the moment, these several Russians are scattered behind different concealments. As I looked at the men, I pointed to one of the outermost of them, hiding by a pillar in the hall, and whispered, "This person is yours." I said and looked back at one of Berezov's two men, "What's your name?" ”

"Maxim, my name is Monsieur Maxim." The man agreed.

"Maxim, do you see clearly? He is yours by the pillar. I pointed as I spoke.

Maxim had obviously carefully looked at the respective positions of the Russians before, and nodded to me without even looking at them, "Understood." Targets on the side of the column. ”

I nodded, and turned to one of Berezov's men, who spoke to himself without waiting for me to speak: "My name is Gignac. ”

I nodded again and pointed to the service desk hiding on the side of the ticket gate and said, "The target hiding under the desk, he belongs to you." ”

The guy looked at me slightly, nodded at me, and said confidently, "Understood." ”

"I'm going to kill the guy who was hiding on the edge of the seat at one o'clock, and then I'm going to shoot the guy on the other side of the seat not far from that target." Berezov spoke.

I glanced at him and didn't object, but slowly looked outside again and said, "My target is the one hiding by the door." After saying that, I held out three fingers, "I'll count down to three and get ready." Fast! ”

Hearing me say this, Maxim and Gignac each crawled out of the shop on their stomachs and came to the row of tables and chairs outside the shop, while Berezov climbed out and climbed some distance further back into the hall before stopping and giving a thumbs up.

I immediately said to the communicator, "Ready, count down to three seconds." With that said, the three of them slowly got up from the ground and slowly crouched up and raised their goals, each aiming for their goals. I slowly stood up from the cash register of the store, and it was like diving into the water, coming to the shore, and slowly getting up from the water.

"3,2,1" we pulled the trigger almost simultaneously when counting to 1. As I fired, my target seemed to be changing magazines, and he was changing magazines while saying something to his companion, but before he could finish speaking, several bullets hit him directly in the chest and abdomen, and the man slammed backwards into the glass door at the entrance and slowly fell.

As the man fell, I quickly turned my gun in other directions, and quickly moved out of the store. The first thing I saw was the target at the side of the pillar, which had fallen sideways, and there were still a few bullet holes in the pillar. Gignac's target fell to the side of the desk, and I even saw blood splattered on the side of the desk.

"Propulsion, D1!" I shouted as I pulled the trigger at the other Russians. As I shouted, I saw Berezov standing up and quickly bypassing the row of seats in front of him, also moving and firing his gun.

The Russians didn't have time to react, and after losing four people in an instant, only one of the remaining three made what seemed to me the right choice, which was to run straight to the entrance of the platform, while the remaining two instinctively tried to fight back, but were shot dead in their respective hiding positions in an instant.

"Change the target! Suppress the person on the other side! Convert Goals! I shouted as I sped up and rushed towards the area that had been occupied by the Russians. In fact, at that moment, the people at the Berlin station did not react correctly at all, because after we attacked, the people at the Berlin station not only did not shoot at us, but even forgot to shoot at the Russians and they continued to shoot. Maybe at that moment they mistook us for one of their own, someone of their own who didn't know when they came here, and then suddenly appeared and attacked.

However, this misguided reaction lasted only a moment, and as soon as Maxim and Gignac switched the target of their shooting to them, they also pulled the trigger on us. A few bullets landed around me, and I returned fire as I rushed to the pillar where the Russian had been hiding and stopped and quickly turned to Berezov, who was still shooting.

I saw Berezov quickly rush to the service desk next to the entrance of the platform, and fired several shots at the Russian who had already run out. The escaped guy seemed to have been wounded by the shot, so his speed was so badly affected during the subsequent escape that he could not escape Berezov's field of vision, and after being shot several times, he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

"Watch for cover!" I shouted at Maxim and Gignac and then turned to Berezov and said, "We're ready to enter the platform." Prepare to cover my past! ”

Berezov looked at me, nodded, and immediately got up and started shooting at the guys at the Berlin station. I lowered my body and crouched down, and as I prepared to rush out, I reached out and touched the body of the Russian who had fallen to the ground. After a quick search, I found nothing to prove my identity, except for two Glock 18 magazines, a wallet with only some money, and a telephone.

None of this was of any use to me, and while I was looking through this guy's stuff, Berezov's shout came, "What are you waiting for?" Come here! He shouted and continued to shoot at the men from Berlin.

I held my breath and quickly rushed towards the entrance of the platform, at first I thought that the guys at Berlin Station were being suppressed, because they were obviously not fighting back very hard, and no one seemed to be chasing me and shooting after I ran out. But I hadn't taken two steps before I heard Maxim's shout.

"Pay attention to the hall door. Entrance to the hall. Shoot! ”

As he shouted, I noticed that Berezov had also turned his gun from my left to my rear, and then I heard a burst of gunfire coming from behind me.

The bullet from the rear quickly pursued me, perhaps because I was moving more conspicuously, and one of the bullets made a cut directly under my right rib. This caused me to stumble and fall straight forward, and at the same time as I was in close contact with the ground, the group of people on the left, who had been suppressed by us, began to shoot at us as if a group of people had changed at once.

Thanks to the sliced bacon。。。。。

(End of chapter)