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I lifted my hand and looked at the hands of a Swiss Rolex watch that Big Eyes had given me and slowly moved. When the watch hand had traveled for 26 seconds, the sound of automatic rifles firing suddenly sounded on the roof of a commercial building. Judging from the sound of gunfire, it was fired into the sky, and it must have been the militia on the roof of the building who spotted the approaching drone.

The gunfire drew the sentries outside the door to look up, and two more militiamen ran out of the door of the commercial building and looked up at the roof. I hurriedly gestured for everyone to calm down and wait for my signal before shooting. Then the explosion of a grenade sounded from the rooftop, and I hurriedly shouted: "It's now!" ”

The six shooters pulled the trigger almost at the same time, all three-point shots, and if they couldn't hit two shots at such a close distance, they could go home and pick up their children. Moreover, at such a close distance, the bullets of small-caliber rifles have obvious nutation, and when they hit the human body, they will roll violently, producing a huge cavity that makes people lose their combat effectiveness. Therefore, the moment they opened fire, I didn't see if they were hit or not, and rushed out of the door, rushing between the two cars, and at the same time throwing two offensive grenades through the hole in the glass curtain wall next to the door of the commercial building to the place where there were people inside.

Before the grenade exploded, Marjora and I stuck to the concrete walls on either side of the gate, and rushed into the door as soon as the explosion sounded. A gray-haired militiaman had just poked his head out from behind a pillar when I shot him in the face. Another militiaman fell to the ground, blown to the ground, and with only one breath left, I fired a shot to relieve his pain. Then Marjora and I, along with Powell, who had just burst through the door, went up the stairs. The first floor is reserved for those who come in later.

The grenade explosion on the roof of the building still did not stop, and it is not known if the people on the roof heard the explosion on the ground floor. We ran to the third floor out of breath and heard moans from above. I pointed my gun diagonally upwards, walked up the stairs quickly, turned a corner, and saw two militiamen carrying a wounded militiaman down. One of the militiamen with people stunned when he saw me, and the other two didn't see me yet. I quickly pulled the trigger and fired a burst of bullets, all of which hit the three militiamen, except for the one who saw me and screamed loudly, the other two fell down the stairs without even snorting. It seems that as we expected, they mistook the explosion downstairs for a grenade dropped by a drone, and did not cause alarm.

I stepped over their bodies and rushed upstairs, and from the fourth floor there was already a question: "Babu, what's wrong?" ”

It is estimated that the constant sound of grenade explosions in the distance muffled the sound of gunfire weakened by the silencer, and the people upstairs have not yet figured out the situation. I rushed up the last few steps in three steps and two steps, when suddenly I saw a militiaman running from the direction of the staircase leading to the top of the building, his finger still on the gun safety knob. I hit him in the chest with all three shots, and his eyes widened and he fell reluctantly.

Three other militiamen on the staircase leading to the rooftop had seen this scene and immediately raised their guns. I immediately fired a shuttle of bullets, forcing them to take cover. Marjora followed, moving sideways and firing, exchanging horns with me to limit the movement of the militia. However, there are some pillars and counter clutter on the fourth floor, which obscure our view. I didn't want to make a move just now because I was afraid that the people upstairs would be alert that we would not be able to attack on our backs, but now that there is no such problem, I hurriedly shouted: "Quick, grenade!" ”

Powell had already cooperated with us and immediately ripped a few grenades from his vest and threw them over. One of the militiamen was cornered, jumped out from behind a pile of gym equipment and shot me desperately with a pistol, and I shot him in the shoulder. Before I could make up for it, a grenade exploded behind him, and the blast pushed him into a pile of dumbbells and didn't move.

One of the remaining two militiamen was killed directly, and the other was hit by Ma Qiaola and me at the same time when he tried to rush out from behind the pillar to dodge the grenade, and he definitely won't survive.

We searched the fourth floor and didn't see any other militiamen, and used the walkie-talkie to tell Big Bird that we were going to the rooftop and asked him to evacuate the drone to avoid accidental injury. Then the three of us went up to the rooftop, where a bombed-out corpse and a couple of drones were left behind, and there were no living people. I immediately ordered Bull to plant explosives in the commercial building.

From the rooftop, you can clearly see the barley fields from here. Because the trees from here to the outside of our trenches, including the taller shrubs, have been cut down and dragged back to the community for fuel and building materials, it is clear that all the militia who are not hiding in the buildings are visible. Some militiamen have sensed that something is wrong here, and they can see that two off-road vehicles are turning around and driving this way.

I looked back and saw that the 12.7mm sniper rifle and 40mm grenade launcher had been carried up, and immediately pointed at the two cars and said to the sniper, "Knock out those two cars!" ”

The sniper immediately placed the large sniper on the breastwork of the rooftop, took a slight aim at the straight street, and fired. Immediately, the muzzle brakes spewed a storm on each side, and the bullet entered the windshield of the off-road vehicle running in front, and the windshield was immediately covered with blood and shredded flesh. The sniper fired the second shot with little adjustment, and the bullet entered the right side of the second SUV and a rain of blood flew out of the window. Before he could fire a third shot, the two SUVs collided.

Both SUVs were driving too fast. The first one swerved sharply immediately after being shot, completely out of control, and rolled up the street. Although the second car made a braking motion, it still crashed into it, and even the people in the car flew out. It seems that these militiamen do not wear seat belts when driving, which is not a good habit.

The two cars rolled together and crashed into houses and power poles on the side of the road before stopping. The first car caught fire when it hit the wall at the end, and the second car lay on the side of the road with four wheels facing the sky. The sniper fired another shot at the fuel tank of the second car, and immediately a ball of flames burst out of the car.

At this time, the grenade launcher operator also set up the launcher and aimed at a street full of various vehicles about 1.5 kilometers away and began to bombard. As the grenades kept falling, people could be seen running around and screaming loudly. Suddenly there was a crackling sound in the firelight, and tracer bullets with a beautiful light drew an arc of death in the air - the ammunition stored in the car by the militia was detonated.

There were still a lot of militiamen who didn't figure out what was going on, and some of them peeked out of the buildings they were staying in or went straight out into the street to check, which made us good targets for our two sniper rifles. These two snipers are both novices, not too high-tech, but this time they are just letting them pull hatred, and by the way, they don't expect them to play well. The two of them didn't have any pressure, they shot again and again, and in a few seconds they ran out of two five-round magazines, and it is difficult to say how many targets they hit, but let the militia who were beaten know that we were shooting at them from a commercial building.

The grenade launcher had already smashed both boxes of grenades at the militia, and the area where the militia had parked their vehicles was in a sea of fire and ammunition explosions. The militia were fired at grenades and sniper rifles and first took refuge and then began to move towards them using the cover of buildings. I called Bull on the intercom: "Bull, how are you doing?" ”

Bull replied, "Give me two more minutes." ”

For the sake of secrecy, we both talked as little as possible, and I turned around and ordered each of us to shoot at the approaching militia. The two snipers compete like you shoot one shot at a time, and constantly report the number of targets they have hit. But when they had finished firing two more magazines, I beckoned everyone to immediately go under the roof and continue shooting.

Two snipers went down the stairs with their guns on their shoulders, and I was about to go down when a member of the Self-Defense Forces suddenly pointed in the direction of the barley field and shouted: "Look, planes!" ”

I looked in that direction and saw a light propeller plane flying at treetop height. I hurriedly raised my binoculars and saw a black thing fall from the plane. Two seconds later, a huge flame rose from inside the trench.

"Fack!" As soon as I cursed, I saw a bright point of light rise into the air, catch up with the plane, and burst in the belly of the plane. I wanted to see the final fate of the plane again, but there was a terrifying "swish" sound in the air, and I was so frightened that I shouted, "Hide!" ”

As I shouted, I kicked one of the SDF members standing on the stairs looking in the direction of the barley field, and then pulled the SDF members behind me and rolled them straight down the stairs, and a series of grenade explosions were heard behind me. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.