When I was about to leave the villa and head to the Rami Hill Manor, a secret base of terrorist organizations, bang! - Whoa! The bedroom window was shattered. Jack quickly rolled under the bed and pulled out his pistol.

Almost at the same time as the glass was shattered, gunfire erupted at the windowsill. Listening to the sound of gunfire, it was two imitation Angel Company light machine guns doing fully automatic rapid fire.

The plastic blinds were smashed to pieces, and bullets swept across the curtains, leaving rows of bullet holes like rows of giant sewing machine needle holes.

The patent leather of the walls was smashed and fell, the mirror next to the bed was shattered, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

Jack hid under the bed, waiting for the other man's wild strafing to stop. It seems that the terrorist organization has sent people again, and this time not to capture him alive, but to take his life. It is estimated that the other party will not be able to contact the three killers killed by him, and he is already suspicious.

A rain of bullets poured down on the ceiling, hitting the inlaid fluorescent tubes of indirect illumination, and the room was suddenly darkened.

Tongues of fire from the muzzle ignited the curtains.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, Jack immediately got out of the bed and lifted his upper body. With the palm of his left hand, he pulled away the hammer of the pistol and fired six shots out of the window in one go.

In less than a second and a half minutes, Jack finished firing six special pistol rounds, and the two light machine guns outside the window were silent.

Jack got down again, got under the bed, quickly opened the magazine door pin with his thumb, opened the wheeled magazine upwards, pressed the shell bar, and pulled the six empty shells off the magazine together and threw them away.

Then, taking out the ammunition pack from his pocket, he quickly reloaded it with six rounds of zigza. At this time, the flames burning on the curtains grew louder and louder, illuminating the dusty and misty interior red.

As Jack closed the magazine, another loud barrage of automatic rifle gunfire rang out the window.

This time, the enemy was not at the window, but below the window, shooting into the house through the brick wall.

Rifle bullets are much more powerful than pistol bullets, and the bullet effortlessly penetrates the brick wall and hits in.

A barrage of warheads slowly approached Jack from the left. If he continues to hide under the bed, Jack's body will become bait for bullets. Jack, who was in a cold sweat on his back, quickly jumped on the bed, took out the special angel player lei, and threw his hand out of the window with a flick of his hand.

At this time, several bullets passed under the bed. Because of the proximity to Jack, the whistling of the warhead was very high-pitched.

Jack lay on the bed for a moment, a flash of white light, and his hand exploded.

The house trembled in shock waves and air waves. The little broken glass that had been left on the window frame was also swept away, and Jack jumped out of bed, rushed to the window, and slammed his shoulder into the shattered shutters, and jumped out of the window. Outside the house, there was smoke and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Jack knelt on one knee, holding the gun in his right hand, waiting for the smoke to clear, when suddenly, there was a faint sound of SY from the left front, and Jack quickly pointed the gun in the direction of the man.

The smoke cleared. Not far from Jack, a crater appeared one meter deep and three meters in diameter.

Next to the crater. There were two bodies lying down. The corpse's hair had been burned by the flames, and it was impossible to tell if it was brown or maroon, but it was still possible to tell that it was the corpses of two Caucasians.

Both of their stomachs burst open, and in the moonlight they could see their internal organs flowing out, the pungent stench mingling with the choking smell of gunsmoke.

Two imitation Angel corp light machine guns and cartridge belts fell to the ground and were covered in mud.

Since all countries in the world have realized the power of muskets, they have begun to imitate rifles, machine guns, pistols and other firearms produced by Datang Angel Company, including Zi bullets, although the power of huo medicine is not as great as that of Angel Company, and the accuracy and range of guns are not as good as Angel Company's weapons, but the lethality is far better than cold weapons bows and arrows, crossbow arrows, etc. Datang's current Angel Legion has been equipped with more advanced automatic rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles, armored vehicles, tanks, helicopters, fighters, bombers, rocket artillery, missiles, warships, submarines, aircraft carriers and other more advanced weapons and equipment. The military dui have all replaced guns and other firearms, and bows, arrows, crossbows and other weapons have basically withdrawn from the historical stage of the Tang Dynasty. However, the Datang government still strictly controls firearms and weapons, and the border customs and other inspections are also very strict, and it is difficult to bring foreign firearms into Datang, so the general armed forces of the Tang Dynasty still use cold weapons such as swords, bows, arrows, crossbows and arrows, and most of the killers who enter Datang are also assassinated with cold weapons. But in Western countries, such as the Byzantine Empire, firearms control is very relaxed, many civilians have firearms and weapons, not to mention that terrorists basically use firearms for assassination missions, and through military companies such as Alex Company secretly carry out military transactions, many firearms are original Datang export firearms, and the weapons they hold are still very powerful.

Near the brick wall on the left, a man falls to the ground, his hands picking at the dirt on the ground. There was a faint SY sound, and the man was covered in blood, and his red hair was charred into a ball. Beside him was an automatic rifle that imitated the Angel assault rifle, with a zigzag belt tied around his waist.

Jack listened intently, peering at the movement around him. Another enemy was spotted hiding in the back door around the corner of the house. It seems that there is more than one person, there are two people.

Jack quietly took off his shoes, so as not to make the slightest sound, and slowly touched them.

Jack tried to follow the wall to the back of the room, but the red-haired man in the coma was a bit of a way, and it would be a problem if the guy woke up and found Jack screaming, or picking up an automatic rifle and firing.

If you want the man's confession, you just need to temporarily knock the man unconscious. However, striking with the handle of a pistol will make a sound, and the person who pins the throat will also kick and alarm other enemies.

There was no choice but to kill him.

Jack reached diagonally behind and pulled out the dagger with his left hand. First, he aimed at the back of the man's head and stabbed it in. In an instant, the man's whole body stiffened.

Jack put the dagger. The head was left on the corpse and stepped over. Picking up a pistol, he quietly walked to the corner of the house, quietly adjusted his breath, and then rushed around the corner with a lunge.

I saw two men, who looked like Arabs, pointing their automatic rifles at the back door, trying to wait for Jack to jump out of the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Jack suddenly appeared from behind, and couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly tried to turn the muzzle of the gun with a convulsive movement.

But Jack didn't let them go with a shot. He rolled as he fired two shots.

The first shot hit the front guy in the heart, and the second shot hit the back guy in the head.

Jack slowly stood up, his aviary-like face expressionless, like a wooden carving. Only the hands moved quickly and accurately, withdrawing the empty cartridge case and reloading the ZI shell.

The two men fell to the ground.

The man who had been shot in the heart was lying on his back, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and it seemed that he could not be called to speak. The back of the head was shot, the head has blossomed, the brain is splashing, and the dead can't die anymore.