Attacked by a shotgun with a 100 percent lethal rate at close range, the fate of that boss can be imagined. The leader flew upside down under the impetus of the projectile, slamming into the wall behind him.

As the leader's mouthful of blood sprayed on the hood, leaving a long streak of blood on the snow-white wall, he collapsed to the ground, his head tilted, and he was not breathing.

After killing the leader, Luo Hao pointed the pistol in his left hand at the militant in front of him on the left.

"Boom! Phew! ”

Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets drilled into the left chest of the militants from the same bullet hole.

DoubleTap！

The heart, which was hit by two bullets in a short period of time, was completely shattered. The militants, who had lost their heart, fell to the ground with wide eyes, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, enjoying the short seconds of their lives.

When attacking with a pistol, Luo Hao held the sleeve of the shotgun, shook the gun, and completed the process of unshelling and loading.

"Bang!" "Boom! ”

The operating table slid forward, alternating between pistol and shotgun fire, sending the militants in the hallway to pieces. But in such a narrow space in the corridor, there is no suitable bunker for those militants to cover, so these militants are destined to become Luo Hao's guns.

And when Luo Hao squatted on the push bed and slid out of the operating room, Zhou Bai, Situ Kong and others also rushed out of the operating room behind the push bed. The five of them formed a tactical attack formation, protecting Carlos, who was carrying Fang Hongyu on his back, in the middle of the team.

When the operating pusher slid to the end of the corridor, Luo Hao jumped up from the pusher, and when he jumped in the air, he shot the militant on his side with the last bullet in the shotgun. After landing on the ground, Luo Hao smashed the Remington M870 shotgun in his hand, which had become a "burning stick", on the head of the militant who was raising the MP5 submachine gun in front of him.

"Smack!"

With the percussion action in Luo Hao's hand, the butt of the Remington M870 shotgun in his hand was broken in two on the spot. And the militant who was hit by the butt of the gun was even more knocked on the head and fell to the ground.

The empty surgical cartridge continued to slide forward, and one of the militants facing the cartridge slammed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and as a mouthful of blood spurted out, life and death were unknown.

Luo Hao, who was standing at the end of the corridor, his face was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, he threw away the shotgun with the butt in his hand broken in half, pulled out the Glock 17 pistol on his body, held it in his right hand, and shouted loudly at the brother who was following behind him: "This way!" ”

The group retreated down the staircase where the militants were smaller.

Along the way, the tactical group B, which protected Fang Hongyu to retreat outside the hospital, kept shooting at the swarming militants, although their attack suppressed the charge of those militants in a short time, but at the same time, it also aroused the ferocity of those people, and the attack became more violent.

The entire tactical group B, including Carlos and Fang Hongyu, was trapped behind the medical guidance platform, although there was a medical guidance platform around it as a temporary cover, but several people surrounded Carlos and Fang Hongyu with their bodies. Except for Carlos and Fang Hongyu, who were protected by six people in the center of the team, almost every one of the six people in Tactical Group B was left by stray bullets, not deep or shallow, although not fatal, but also painful wounds.

"Kill them!"

Looking at the eight people who were already in a desperate situation, there were bursts of angry roars from the fierce militants.

"Capture them alive!" A black man with braided hair, short printed sleeves, and washed white-washed camouflage pants raised his shotgun, suppressed the voices around him, and shouted: "Capture them alive, we can get more bounty!" ”

"Capture them alive!"

"Capture them alive!"

……

The militants, armed with AK automatic rifles, shotguns, and MP5 submachine guns in their hands, slowly approached the medical guidance table in the middle of the hall on the ground floor.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps around him, Luo Hao took out the ring that Yunxi handed over to him before leaving, his eyes full of murderous intent showed tenderness, put away the ring and said to a few people around him, "Brothers, when they get close in a while, we will prepare to kill, what else do you want to say?" ”

"If we die, hopefully it will attract the attention of the family, and don't let us die in vain." Zhou Bai replaced the AK-47 in his hand with a new magazine, which was the last spare magazine left on his body.

Zhou Bai, who was born in a military family, was never afraid that he would die on the battlefield one day in the future. At one time, he believed that the ultimate fate of a soldier was the Horse Leather Shroud.

"Definitely." Lin Xiaoyang patted Zhou Bai on the shoulder and said, "We made such a big move in Brazil this time, the man's wife must have gotten the news, and she will definitely send the news back to the dragon's lair." ”

"Xiaobai, maybe we will be able to meet soon!" Lin Xiaoyang pinched the Golden Eagle badge on his chest, and said secretly in his heart.

"Carlos, we're the ones who hurt you this time." Luo Hao looked at Carlos apologetically and said. If it weren't for his own people, he would have been driving his unaired cab right now, humming a little tune down the road.

"Hey buddy, seriously, I don't regret meeting you guys at all." Carlos grinned at Luo Hao and said, "Really, it's so exciting to follow you." ”

Luo Hao nodded, and after replacing the spare magazines for the two pistols in his hand, he silently calculated the distance between those militants and himself in his heart, and when he just counted down to "2" in his heart, two deafening grenade explosions suddenly came from the door of the hall.

"Boom ——!"

"Boom ——!"

Two steel ball grenades blew up the militants in the hall on the ground floor and fled in all directions. This was followed by the roar of the engines of several heavy locomotives, from far and near.

"Squeak——!

The tires of the locomotive rub against the ground and make a high-pitched and screeching sound. Straddled on the locomotive, a black suit, black pants and a black helmet, dragged a cool figure, each holding an MP5 submachine gun in each hand, left and right, and fired wildly at the militants in the hall who had not recovered from the grenade explosion.

The figure closest to the medical guidance platform lifted the windshield on his helmet and shouted at the tactical group B squatting in the medical guidance platform: "Is there any living one?!" Give me a squeak that can gasp! ”

"The boss is here!" Carlos, who heard the evergreen voice on the locomotive, suddenly showed a thick joy on his face.

Luo Hao stood up, fired the pistols in both hands at the same time, and after shooting the head of the militants who were about to hide behind the pillar, he said to Chang Qing who was sitting on the motorcycle: "Brother Chang, you are really timely!" ”