When the gunfire stopped, I heard the foreigner scold: "Idiot, who let your men shoot!" ”

The scolded person seemed to be a Chinese, and seemed to be completely unconvinced, and said: "You think you are a knight in the Middle Ages, come to find people desperately, and say so much, simply, let your people stay below, and my people go up." ”

"Idiot, what do you think you are, just go up like this and don't send you to death?"

"I said Mr. Chris, our business is business, if it weren't for the good commission you gave, if you dare to scold Lao Tzu like this, you have to weigh your own weight."

Then, there were three more "bang bang bang" shots, and one more person fell in their ranks.

The Chinese leader obediently shut his mouth as well. Clutching a handful of tinkerbells tightly in his hand. Sticking to the wall,

At this time, I took advantage of the chaos to quickly transfer, passing through the fire staircase on the outside of the fourth floor, and transferring lightly, like such an empty battlefield, two people needed to cover each other, so I decided to move closer to the King of Spades,

Since the people who came were international, they were certainly not our internal people. Due to some unspeakable reasons, any Yanmar who moves his hands and feet in the territory will not belong to any department. I'm pretty sure of that.

Since it's Yanmar, it's time to move again, so it's okay to be polite to him. There is nothing to say about the temporary formation of a united front.

I cautiously ascended the stairs to the 5th floor and leaned in the direction of the opposite King of Spades. As I walked to the north side of the patio, by the light of a few lights, I saw the group on the fourth floor.

Led by a tall Yanmar, yellow hair, high cheekbones, pointed chin, full of treacherous color, he squatted behind a pile of hollow bricks, less than 10 meters away from the place I just squatted, as far as I could see, there were four or five foreign devils, with a fierce face, wearing a sports tight T-shirt, holding a guy in his hand, and also a cautious face. His eyes scanned around.

For the rest, there are yellow-skinned people who look like locals, with a few fancy dresses, chains around their necks, and some noses with nasal studs, which reflect in the light. In my judgment, these people should be the forces hired by this Yanmar locally. These people are indeed stupid, and a few lights behind them expose them.

Generally, people who have no battlefield experience, especially after being frightened, will subconsciously run to a bright place and try to stay away from the dark environment. However, in this dark environment, you will become a living target for the other party.

It seems that Yanmar did not do a good job before coming to China.

If you're abroad, like in the United States, you can recruit a few useful decent thugs in a bar or a slum, and if you're lucky, you might even be able to recruit some down-and-out thugs. This is also the method by which some people employ forces on a temporary basis.

However, this is the Great Celestial Empire. Although it is said that you can't go on the road and don't close your door at night, the bottom society is still relatively stable, in particular, all the masters are not so down-and-out as to give you a Yanmar to sell their lives, you go to recruit, and the recruits are nothing more than a small number of underworld forces, usually collect protection fees, extortion and blackmail to beat the white wolf, and when it comes to the critical time, it really can't be on the table.

I looked at the rest of the people, and I thought it was ridiculous, just two people died, and these people were frightened, although they had guns in their hands, but they were far behind in momentum. One by one, they huddled in the corner of the wall, clutching their guns in both hands, curling their necks, and looking around.

Yanmar also saw it, and made a throat-cutting gesture at the team leader. After that, he made a gesture for everyone to disperse.

The four foreigners beside him had quietly retreated backwards, retreating into the shadows. I can't say it in my heart, the visibility around us is so poor, if so many people on the other side disperse, it will be very bad for us. I'm going to find the King of Spades as soon as possible, and I'll talk about it after that.

Thinking about it, I followed the appearance of Chu Fatzi, and walked quietly on the ground according to the skills taught by Chu Fatzi.

I searched as I went. Visibility around is terrible. The light was dim, and only the outlines of some concrete pillars could be roughly seen. As I walked, I was going around one of the pillars when I suddenly felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

I didn't even think about it, almost reflexively, I took half a step back, and the elbow joint of my right hand swept towards the door of the person behind me.

The man's reaction was not slow, and he leaned back slightly to avoid the elbow, and at this time I was in a disadvantageous state, and the whole person's back was facing this person, which could be described as a wide open door.

I immediately rotated my body with my right foot as the axis, followed by a knee lift and kicked the person in the lower abdomen.

The man was taller than me, and had just dodged my sharp elbow in a leaning stance. At this time, I couldn't reach his lower abdomen at all, he hugged my knee joint, I couldn't move, just about to make a fist, only then did I see his face clearly, it turned out to be the King of spades. The punch didn't go on.

He looked at me, nodded, and nunuded again, motioning for me to lower my fist,

I looked at the fist that was still raised in the air, nodded, and the two of them closed their stance. Back-to-back defense immediately began. We slowly retreated behind a wall.

I gestured to him: "Skirmishers, four, move this way." ”

He made a clear gesture, slowly carried the gun behind his back, then drew a dagger from one leg and handed it to me, then drew another one, held it in his mouth, and gestured to me.

"You're right, I'm left, cut your throat,"

I made an OK gesture, and the size of the MP5 submachine gun was very small, so I put the strap of the grab and hung it under the armpit. I thought that the magazine had just fallen to the ground. I pulled the magazine out of my pocket and slipped it right into my belt.

Holding the dagger in his backhand, he reached out to the right. There was still a blur ahead, and I listened carefully, only to hear the faint sound of footsteps. It seems that two people are touching from this direction.

I was still a little sure of one-on-two, so I held my breath and hid behind a pile of building templates, listening carefully to the sound and waiting for work.

It turns out that I also laughed at Chu Fatzi, spending so much effort to practice what "cat steps", except for silently going around behind us and scaring us, it is useless, and now I have found out that this kind of skill, in actual combat, can definitely help you defeat the enemy. The present is a good example.

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!