It was a killing.

Since all the gangsters on the side of the road were focused on the café building opposite, they kept their backs to Connor, unaware that a sinister star had appeared behind them.

Although Connor was very close to the two black rascals, and it was not difficult to kill them with his bare hands, but now he had to rush for time, and every minute and every second was precious, so he directly pulled out Sig Sauer's P226 pistol and shot each of the two unlucky guys.

Sig Sauer's P226 pistol has always been a favorite of SAS and SBD, and there are few drawbacks other than its price.

The two unlucky eggs had no room to resist at all, the distance was too close, and the eyebrows bloomed directly, and the corpse fell straight to the ground.

Connor quickly picked up the M1911 pistol from one of the hooligans, and walked forward, calling the gangsters on the side of the road one by one.

To save ammo and save time, Connor shot every shot to the head.

A SPECIAL FORCES SERGEANT LIKE HIM, WHO WAS BORN IN A SAS AND HAS BEEN CAREFULLY SELECTED AND TRAINED BY MI17, CAN FIRE RAPIDLY AT A RANGE OF 25 METERS, AND CAN HIT 10-15 SMALL CIRCULAR TARGETS WITH A DIAMETER OF 10 CM IN 5 SECONDS.

So he barely missed, except for one of the gangsters who heard Qiang turn around and spot Connor approaching and ducked to the side, the bullet piercing his right mandible, knocking off half of his face.

The pain made him cry out in despair and misery, and the man lay on the ground like a panicked maggot and crawled behind a tin cart.

The distinction between those with military training and those without standard military training in critical situations is evident here.

The trolley is just a temporary stall cart made of about 1.5 mm tinplate (similar to the kind of iron sheet like canned food) on an iron frame only 4 mm thick, three meters long and one meter five wide, and this strength of the iron sheet is simply not enough to stop the 9mm bullet fired by the Sig Sauer P226 pistol with a muzzle velocity of 350 m/s.

Connor directly estimated where the guy was hiding behind the cart and fired three shots there.

The three zigzag bullet hole diffuse surfaces more effectively cover every possible hiding place.

Connor carefully held the pistol to his chest, approached the cart, and jerked his head back, retracting again.

It was only less than 0.3 seconds of glancing time, and he had already seen that the unlucky guy who had just been hit in the jaw joint was hit by the three bullets that penetrated, and he was already lying in the back of the cart and could not move.

Connor hunched over, lowered his posture, and slowly walked around the back of the cart.

In this way, the many carts around can cover your body so that you don't attract the attention and targeting of gangsters from afar.

Kicking away the R4 automatic rifle in the opponent's hand, Connor shot the guy in the head again, because he didn't know where the bullet hit the opponent after penetrating the iron sheet, in case it was not a critical point but just made him faint, and once he woke up, he might be surprised and pose a life-threatening threat to himself.

All of this was done in complete fluidity, Connor's training was already in his blood and bones, and every tactical move was a subconscious muscle and nerve memory.

Throwing away the empty magazine of the M1911 and inserting the P226 back into the holster with a new one, Connor picked up the R4 assault rifle on the ground and retrieved two magazines from the dead guy.

Now, firepower is what Connor desperately needs.

But even so, Connor fought back like a storm.

He attacked six or seven gangsters on the street, but caught the attention of a large group of gangsters across the street, including two guards at the door of the café.

All of a sudden, bullets rained down on him.

Connor didn't even have a chance to fight back, for the carts were as useless as papier-mâché in the face of 7.62 caliber automatic rifle bullets, so he had to lie down on his stomach, as close to the ground as possible, and climb behind a tourist rest bench made of granite and other stones on the side of the street.

Connor's life was saved by the old wealthy, the thick stone was not so easy to penetrate, and the wheelbarrows in front of him offset some of the impact of the bullets, and Connor felt that the bullets whizzing over his head were not pleasant, and he was temporarily unsafe.

But it didn't get away with it that way.

Although the military literacy of the gangsters is very rubbish, they are better than the crowds, and this street is their territory, and before the war just now, there were people on a street, including street stalls, chatting and even some bars.

There are many people with great strength, and the special forces are not immortals, and Connor has no power to fight back, because if you risk a little bit of limb, you may be hit by a lucky bullet.

"I'm stuck!" Connor called out for help.

"I met resistance on the back staircase, which estimated to be 3-5 gangsters!" When Hugo was on the phone, the background sound was full of explosions and gunshots, and it seemed that this guy was also busy.

In the Chevrolet, Michelle had already put on a tactical vest and picked up an MK18 automatic rifle.

Joyce said, "Major, I'll go too." ”

"No!" Michelle didn't think about it, and immediately rejected Joyce's request: "George is in charge of satellite surveillance, you are in charge of driving, we may have to flee for our lives at any time, you can't leave the driver's position!" ”

Joyce knew that Major Michelle was not exaggerating, and that his own people could indeed run away at any time.

"Connor, hold on, I'll go over and save you!" Michelle comforts Connor, who is already in disarray.

Qin Fei's voice suddenly came from the earphones.

"Major, you go and help Hugo, I'll take care of it over there."

"Damn! How did I forget about them! Michelle was stunned, she suddenly slapped her head and scolded herself.

She has always been the commander of this five-person team, and she has formed a habit for a long time, but she didn't expect that there would be two more supernumeraries in her team today, and they are also first-class experts - a member of the top PLA special forces, and a member of the Delta Force, which USA claims to be the most mysterious and awesome.

"Okay! You go help Connor, I'll help Hugo. George, staring at the satellite surveillance, looking around this complex, and finding something to inform us in time! ”

“Yes， madam！”

……

In front of the café, two guards held AK47s and fired at the opposite side.

They didn't actually see Connor, but their habit of street gunfights made them shoot at the slightest hint of trouble, and they would shoot at each other whenever they saw a certain location, even if they couldn't see the exact location.

This is a kind of psychological dependence on your own safety, you will feel safe when you shoot, the more you can't see the other person, the more you feel safe, and the sound of gunfire seems to be their reassurance.

This is the difference between a third- or fourth-rate character with military training and a third- or fourth-rate character with no military training.

Suddenly, one of the guards saw two ragged homeless men walking slowly from the park in the middle of the street, and he suddenly became a little irritated and cursed at the homeless man: "Looking for death!?" Get lost! ”

After saying that, turning the muzzle of the gun was like teaching these two a little lesson.