I immediately got up and slowly felt my way towards the doorway, but I hadn't taken a few steps before gunshots rang out behind the opaque glass wall outside the door.

The other party fired a few shots from my left to the right. One of the bullets pierced and shattered the glass wall and hit the outside of my left arm, making a deep cut in my arm after tearing my clothes.

I didn't stop, but continued to move quickly, moving quickly to the side of the door. And as I moved, the glass wall between me and the guy outside suddenly shattered completely, so that the two of us could see each other at once.

The man seemed to be about to pull the trigger in the direction of Brokhin and the old guy after a few shots at me, but he turned back again after the glass wall shattered or I heard my approaching footsteps, but the man was very fast, he turned the muzzle of the gun into place and aimed at me almost instantly, and I seemed to be a step slower, and the hit just now made me stagger a little, and after trying to balance it out, my aiming and shooting movements were only half a beat behind the guy. But just as the guy pulled the trigger, a bullet hit and pierced his right arm. Judging from the direction and angle of the bullet, it was Brokhin who took advantage of the moment of distraction to hit him. Being hit by a bullet caused the guy to lose his balance and fall to the ground, while the gun in his hand came out of his hand and fell to his side.

The first action the man made after he fell to the ground was to reach for the gun, but I wouldn't give him that chance. I immediately took aim and pulled the trigger at him.

"Bang bang" sounded twice, and the two consecutive shots all hit, and this guy's hand just pressed on his pistol and didn't move.

I immediately went to the door, and after seeing that there were no other armed men, I came to the fellow's side and kicked his gun aside, while at the same time I heard the movement coming from Blokhin, and in order to avoid accidental injury, I immediately said: "It's me!" It's me! The other party has been killed. ”

"Keep withdrawing! Let's get out of here! The people below couldn't stop it. "Brokhin's voice came as soon as he heard my shout. At that moment, there was movement on the stairs coming up from behind him.

I immediately switched to a magazine and leaned towards Blokhin and the old guy, but just as I was going around the corner of the café, I saw Brokhin suddenly pull the old guy who had walked in front of him behind him and shout "Be careful!" "Just as he was shouting, gunshots rang out from the direction of our retreat.

I can't see who shot at what location. Because at the moment I was in the aisle between the café and another shop, and Brokhin and the old fellow were at the intersection in front of the aisle. So I can't see what is going in the direction they're going, which is at the other end of the intersection.

I saw Blokhin fall to the ground after being hit by a bullet, and Blokhin's men, who had been coming to me, seemed a little overwhelmed for a moment, just like me.

"Krzhakov!" The old guy shouted as he looked ahead.

This shout suddenly woke us up from a moment of overwhelm. I immediately ran quickly to the intersection, and before I had gone far I saw a hand with a gun. I didn't have time to look at it and pulled the trigger directly at this hand, and the one of Brokhin's men next to me rushed directly at the old fellow. But before he could touch the old fellow, the gun went off again, and the bullet hit the old guy straight and caused him to fall on his back.

The moment the old guy was shot and fell, I can say that my brain ran out of ideas and went blank. And "It's over!" It was the first thing that came to my mind after a moment of blankness.

What does the fall of the old guy mean? I'm sure many people can say a lot, a lot, but for me, all I can say is these two words, "It's over!" ”。 Because it means that the mission fails, we lose, the other side wins, and all our previous efforts are in vain. In addition to these, the seventeenth round is estimated to be over, and our series of revenge actions will also be over.

After "it's over". All I felt was anger. I think it's more appropriate to use anger as anger. Defeat is doomed, but all these people in front of us must die! Although this is unreasonable and unrealistic, I think so at the moment, I can't help it, as if this is a natural thing.

The bullet I fired hit the forearm of the hand holding the pistol. Obviously, it was not this person who fired the gun just now, but someone else. I approached the intersection quickly, and just as I could see the guy I had hit, a shot rang out again from behind the man, this time again at the old guy, but by this moment Brokhin's men had crushed the old guy who had been shot and fell to the ground. Naturally, the bullet did not hit the old fellow, but hit Blokhin's subordinate.

I immediately pulled the trigger again as soon as I saw the other person's figure, and the guy, who had already injured his arm, was knocked down by me. And just as I was about to continue to turn the angle to see the other person, the other person had already pulled the trigger in this direction.

Two shots from the other man crossed the intersection and hit the façade of the café next to me. Just as I lowered my body and continued to move forward to fight back. Gunshots were heard from a lower position than me, that is, from the ground, and Blokhin, who was lying on the ground, fired a shot at the other man.

As soon as his gun went off, I sped up and rushed forward, but when I saw the passage, I saw only a fleeing figure. This back reminds me of the old people who had afternoon tea together, talking and laughing, because he was the old man who got up from his seat and left his seat to make a phone call before we both started.

At this moment, the old man seemed to be injured, and instead of running, he turned right into another aisle. Could this be Krzhakov? I just heard the old guy shouting before he was shot. I quickly prepared to chase after me, but as soon as I took two steps, Brokhin on the ground shouted at me, "Watch the back!" ”

I hesitated, but stopped, and looked at Bloxin. He had quickly climbed to the wall, sat up on the edge of the wall, quickly changed the magazine, and then he said to his subordinate who was still pressing on the old fellow, "Don't move! Borov! Don't even move! ”

I quickly leaned over to Blokhin, who had taken refuge against the wall, and looked in the direction of the staircase. Soon there was movement near the café.

Two more! Thanks Dada for cutting fat... You should also pay more attention ... Pay attention to hemostasis. Hahaha

(End of chapter)