On the way to the high-speed driving of the car, the probability of accurately hitting the driver of the pursuing side with the Colt revolver is small and the same as winning the lottery ticket, so Albert can only shoot at the enemy behind him better than nothing, even if it hits the glass, it must make the other party have a certain psychological pressure.

But this gang of vicious bandits who intercepted and killed halfway was different, they were armed with amazing Uzi submachine guns with fast fire, and formed a suppressive fire on Albert, and the rear of the Lincoln car had been hit by bullets into a dense hornet's nest, of course, the bullet holes were still increasing, and the stray bullets also penetrated into the car through the car window from time to time, becoming a deadly threat to everyone.

"Idiot, can you go any faster. If you lose it, feed the fish tonight. The leader of the bandits, who looked to be a lot taller than the people around him, was shooting with a gun, probably because he was not satisfied with the speed of the driver, and was reprimanding his subordinates. The trained driver gritted his teeth, pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and was slowly approaching Albert's car at full speed.

Every two seconds, Albert raised his hand to shoot at the pursuing car behind him, but each shot was followed by an even more stormy counterattack. Their bullets rained down on the Lincoln as if they didn't want money.

"I knew that I had sent my own security personnel over." When Albert was changing the bullets, he suddenly recalled the sense of security he felt when he was protected by James Allen and others, and regretted that he was too confident to bring the security personnel over.

The pursuers were also depressed, because they received information that the crown prince did not have any security personnel with him, and he was like a fat sheep too stupid to act. Originally, they planned to do it on the remote road to the airport, but who knew that Albert actually saw through their conspiracy, causing them to act early. So the ambush turned into a road chase.

Another bullet flew past his ear, and Albert could even feel the intimate contact between the bullet, which had been heated by the gunpowder and then rubbing against the air, and a tiny streak of blood appeared on his left cheek, with a burning burning sensation. Albert didn't have time to manage his wounds, he just wanted the driver to drive faster. Either go to the safe house of the intelligence bureau or wait until the police come and break the siege. But Albert probably won't be able to wait for the slow cops.

Albert fired two more shots from the car behind him, and then lay on his stomach with the last six rounds loaded, and he silently said to himself, "You are on your own, Albert." ”

"Downhill, sit still." The driver saw a steep slope ahead, and he didn't bother to greet everyone, but just shouted and stepped on the accelerator, and the whole Lincoln was flown out like an off-road vehicle by the driver. Crossing an incredible arc in mid-air, Albert, who was sitting in the car, did not fasten his seat belt, because of inertia, the whole person flew up, and then followed the fall of the Lincoln and fell the saddle.

"Hey, hey." Albert's fall was not light, the pistol was thrown out under the impact just now, and Albert fell sideways on the seat, his ears were ringing all the time, and he didn't get up for a long time.

"Albert. You okay? John pulled Albert up from his seat, and he noticed that Albert's left hand had been cut open, and blood was pouring out, but he simply tore off a piece of clothing to cover the wound. Reclining in his seat and keeping his head away from the window as much as possible, he gasped and asked, "Driver, haven't you arrived yet?" ”

"It's almost there." The driver was nervous. His forehead was already covered with a fine layer of sweat, and he honked his horn frantically all the way, urging pedestrians to quickly make way for them to pass. Passers-by were already frightened and fled when they saw this formation. So the driver didn't encounter much obstacle along the way.

"Here we are." The driver yelled, and then the crippled Lincoln car was in front of McClellan's building, and Albert picked up the revolver from the car again, and then hurriedly told everyone to get out of the car and go to the building. Although they didn't know what Albert's plans were, everyone did what he said in the current situation.

The driver was about to take the seat belt and go out, when a stray bullet that accidentally flew into the car penetrated the seat and hit him directly in the head, and before he could unbuckle the seat belt, death took his life. When Anne was pulled out of the car, she just raised her head to see the driver with wide-eyed eyes, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly took several steps back, covering her mouth and trembling.

"Leave that alone, hurry to storage room 12 on the third floor, or we won't last long." Seeing that the other party's car was approaching, Albert didn't care about any politeness, and squatted down to pick up Anne, who was so frightened that her legs were weak and couldn't walk, and he returned fire with a gun as he ran. By the time he reached the door, the last shot of his pistol had been missed, and Albert dropped his gun and slipped into the mall.

The three of them walked in the direction of the stairs, and the panicked John wanted to press the elevator, but Albert grabbed his hand tightly and stopped this death-making behavior, "Do you want to die?" Climb the stairs and press the elevator to the 4th floor to lure the pursuing people away. Don't ask why, hurry up. ”

John was taken aback by Albert's rough demeanor, and the crown prince in front of him was like a thoughtful madman, with an unquestionable tone, forcibly ordering everyone to do what he did. John, who had never encountered such a crisis, had to press the elevator to the fourth floor according to Albert's words, and then the two of them, along with Anne, who Albert was carrying on her shoulder, ran to storage room 12 on the third floor.

The six gun-wielding bandits who were chasing after saw that the ladder was rising towards the fourth floor, and hurriedly ran up the stairs to chase and intercept them. At the same time, Albert also reached the door of the storage room, and Albert asked John to half-crouch down, and he stepped on John's back to push the wooden plank of the ceiling, and the key to storage room 12 was hidden in the ceiling.

"The key has been found." Albert leapt from John's back, he inserted the key into the door, and with a slight turn, he heard a slight click, and the door was opened through a crack. Albert hurriedly let the Smith siblings get inside to avoid being discovered by the bandits. He surveyed the hallway himself to make sure no one saw the three of them before he got inside.

But the sight inside surprised everyone.

"Oh my God, there are so many guns here." It wasn't just John who was shocked by the array of guns in front of him, but even Albert was shocked by the neatly stacked guns in front of him. He didn't expect that the safe house, modeled after the CIA, would become a gun warehouse. Thompson, M3, M1 Garand, Springfield rifle, and even a Browning machine gun from the black market in the far corner. Take these guys out, don't say they are bandits, even the army can fight.

"Don't be in a daze, hurry up and get the gun, wait for us to have a big fight." Albert picked up a Thompson submachine gun, pulled the bolt, and after a brief check of the condition of the submachine gun, he loaded the magazine into it. Pull the bolt to load the bullet and hand the gun to John.

Seeing the Thompson submachine gun Albert handed over, John waved his hand and said, "But I won't use a gun." ”

"It's simple." Albert forcefully shoved the submachine gun into John's hand, and he placed the frightened Anne in the corner, and turned back and said briefly, "First aim, then pull the trigger and shoot." Don't put your finger on the trigger if you don't have to shoot, that's all. Also, you now shoot upwards and lure the bandits over. ”

"What?" John thought Albert was joking, he just got rid of the gang, and now you're going to call them back? Looking at Albert's serious expression, John realized that Albert was not joking, so he had to raise his gun and fire the machine gun at the ceiling indiscriminately, and the huge recoil force made him almost throw the gun out.

"Good." Albert stood up, unfolded the Browning machine gun's bipod, and opened the receiver to load the chain. He laid out the machine gun on the table and aimed it at the door.

"Wait a minute, as long as there is the slightest movement at the door, we will shoot at the gate together, don't be stingy with the bullets in your hands, until the shot is over, understand?" Albert was about to walk over and get another magazine for John. Anne, who had lost all her sharpness and sharpness, suddenly hugged Albert from behind and said emotionally, "I'm afraid, don't you go, okay?" ”

"Of course I'm not leaving." In order to soothe Ping Annie's emotions, Albert tried to make his voice appear calmer, "Good, you let go first, I'll be back soon, I swear." ”

"I won't let go, I won't let go." Anne cried and shook her head, but her arms tightened, and a cloud of warmth spread from Albert's back, and he guessed that Anne must be crying.

"That's what Baudouin said back then, and he never came back."

Albert was stunned, he didn't expect his brother to have such an untold story with Anne, it seems that Anne was in a hurry to treat Albert as Baudouin. But now was not the time to gossip, he broke free of Anne's arms, pulled her back into the corner, and made her wait patiently for a while. Then turn around and give John an OK gesture.

"Let's give them a taste of Chicago typewriters." Albert lay on the table while he let John lie on the ground and shoot towards the door, so that he could avoid the bullets coming in from outside the door as much as possible. Thompson and Browning were aimed at the gate, and anyone who wanted to break through from the outside would be waiting for them with no less than two hundred rounds of bullets.

The sound of leather shoes in the hallway getting closer and closer, in stark contrast to the silence of the storage room, Albert and John were like beasts ready to prey, holding their breath as they waited for their prey to fall into the trap. (To be continued......)