The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and slowly, a burly figure circled around the side of the template. I said in my heart, the opportunity has come, start!

I slowed down, shook the dagger in my hand, and said that I could not be entangled against such an opponent, so I went around the back of the man, and swooped up, covering his mouth with my left hand, and holding the dagger with my right backhand, and slashing through his throat.

Before this person could react, I cut his throat, and with a bang, threw the gun on the ground, holding his throat tightly with one hand, and holding my hand tightly with the other, the whole person began to spasm, and the strength was extremely great.

I used all my strength to control him from behind, and I could feel the blood gushing out of his carotid artery.

After a few moments, the man stopped moving, and I picked up the gun on the ground, took it with me, and quickly moved away. Sure enough, I had just moved to another pile of building materials next to me. Before it could be hidden, another shadow also touched it, and after discovering the corpse of his teammate, he looked very flustered, clicked, pulled the sleeve of the gun, and his body was tightly attached to the pile of templates.

Now it's tricky. It's hard to kill him quietly, and just as I was trying to figure out a way, the King of Spades suddenly fired.

The gunfire was intense, apparently disorganized, mostly bursting, and the muzzle flames lit up the surroundings instantly, and I hid there, staring at the man by the flickering light.

This person is also a tall and tall thug-level figure. However, he was still a little smarter than the one who had just died, and as soon as he saw that there was already fire, he ran towards it.

I didn't even think about it, I took out my pistol, and shot him at him, the light around me was really not very good, and in the panic, this shot was crooked.

He reacted immediately. He shot in my direction, and as he fired, he touched me. Bullets hit broken wooden planks around me, and sawdust flew everywhere.

Soon, he ran out of bullets in his gun, and he removed a magazine from his holster, and while he was reloading, I leaned out and knocked him down with one shot.

This is my second fight since I came to the seventh round, and I think it's a lot better than the first time. There was no discomfort either. But leave it alone for now. Thinking that the King of Spades might need support, he continued to touch it forward, and went around to the back of the gang.

The sound of gunfire was still coming intermittently, and I didn't know what was going on, so I put my pistol back into my waist, took the MP5 from my armpit and held it in my hand. Pulling open the safety and trying to touch the place where the gunfire was most dense, I bypassed a piece of cement bag, and I saw the group with their backs to me.

The gang was firing at the front under the cover of low walls, pillars, etc., and there were occasional shots or two in the distance, probably due to the relatively strong firepower here, and the sporadic point fire return fire from the K of Spades was difficult to receive.

The gangsters seemed to be less frightened, thinking they had overwhelmed the King of Spades in momentum, and screamed as they wasted the bullets. It's just a group of things eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling and smoking, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and their nerves have been eroded by drugs, and at this moment they seem to have just smoked powder. Abnormal excitability.

I rushed behind them and opened fire, the MP5 was very good, very much in line with the characteristics of the Germans, rigorous and fierce, and soon most of the recalcitrant ones were dealt with by me.

Due to the lack of firepower, the pressure on the side of the King of Spades was much less, and he began to fight back, and under our flanking attack, the other party's crowd and others were almost wiped out by us.

The smoke cleared, and we approached there from two directions. I saw that these people suffered heavy casualties, all of them were shot and fell, the King of Spades made a thumbs up gesture at me, I ignored him, continued to search, and kicked the gun in the hands of the fallen man on the ground to prevent the person who was playing dead.

Just as we were approaching several corpses, a person suddenly struggled to sit up in the pile of corpses, and shot me in the chest, because the distance was so close, I didn't have time to react, a bullet hit me right in the chest, the huge force almost overturned my whole body, I carried straight back.

Fortunately, this bullet was already the foreigner's last-minute bullet. He threw down the gun in his hand and struggled to pick up Tinker Bell on the ground, the King of Spades snorted coldly, and a shot hit him in the shoulder, which immediately opened a bloody hole in his shoulder, and he cursed, curled up in a ball over his wound.

Thanks to the bulletproof vest thrown at me by the King of Spades, I was able to take the shot. I struggled to sit up and looked down at where I had been shot, the head of a large pistol bullet embedded in the Kevlar fiber of my vest. It's been deformed.

Although I was wearing body armor, my chest still hurt terribly, and the shot just now, although it blocked the bullet, it was not so easy to consume the kinetic energy of the bullet, and I felt like my chest had been hit hard by a hammer. I couldn't breathe anymore, I guess it wasn't my ribs that were broken.

I struggled to my feet. Activity activity of the injured shoulder. The King of Spades handed over an inquiring look. I waved my hand. Signal that I'm fine.

We walked to the only foreigner who was still alive, and the foreigner also looked fearless. Raise your head and look at the King of Spades and me.

He pointed at me and asked the King of Spades, "Mr. Black, is this a recruit you trained?" Not bad. After speaking, he looked at the scene of corpses strewn all over the field under his feet. Said: "These fools, this time they ruined my good deeds. ”

The King of Spades looked at him condescendingly, and said: "For so many years, you have been following me fucking all the time, the first few times you were too busy to spare time, you think it depends on you, and these shrimp soldiers and crab generals under your command." Can you catch my King of spades? ”

The foreigner was obviously in terrible pain, grinned, sneered, and said, "Oh no, Mr. Hei, you are wrong, we are not trying to catch you." You have seen the situation, and I can't catch you. ”

After saying that, he couldn't bear the pain of the gunshot wound on his shoulder anymore. Squinted his eyes and gasped for a while, then said, "You can clearly tell you that the boss doesn't need you to do the thing you checked." Even if I die at your gunpoint, someone else will stop you. ”

The King of Spades laughed disdainfully and said, "Boss? Just that half-dead old man, why should I listen to his orders? I've been looking into this for so many years, and I can't stop. You go back and tell him that no one can stop me. ”

The foreigner suddenly laughed, and the smile was very weird. I felt bad, and suddenly, the rat upstairs ran down in a panic and said, "Brother K, the armed police are here!" ”