Correzzo found that he did not wait for the planned sniper support, originally while attacking Orwell was in charge of sniper cover in the distance, at this time he was the only one isolated at the door of the Blair Building, more and more police officers surrounded him, he had to hurriedly return fire, and then ran towards the Blair Building.

"Damn it, damn it. I knew that bastard was unreliable! Curezo cursed Orwell angrily as he shot at the guards behind him, but he just pulled the trigger at the guards behind him in a panic, and all the bullets missed, and none of the guards were injured.

At this time, Orwell in the apartment looked at Crezzo's dying throes with smugness, and it was the crown prince's plan to send him and Torresola to death, and he was the one who really sniped Truman. At this point he looked away from Crezzo and aimed at the window of the president's room, although he didn't know why the crown prince was sure that Truman would stick his head out of here after Crezzo and Torresola were subdued, but he had to take a gamble.

At the same time as Corezzo attacked, Torressola also went into action. He gripped the submachine gun with both hands and pulled the trigger on Kofal in the west booth. He fired three shots in succession, and the gun hit. The Kofalto guard was seriously wounded and fell to the ground in agony.

Seeing that the first target had fallen, Torresola turned his gun to another. White House Police Brigade Officer Joseph Downes was not on duty at this time, and he was just walking towards the basement west of the Blair Building as the killer approached the sentry box. Torresola's marksmanship was so accurate that he fired three shots at Downs, another shot hit, and Uzi's firepower was used to the fullest at close range.

Then, Torresola tried to rescue the besieged Crezzo, who had no time to think about why there was no sniper support. He ran to the lawn in front of the Blair Building and fired a few more shots at Bezel, who had already been shot by Crezzo. His bullet hit again, hitting Bözel in the right knee and chest. Bözel was shot in both legs and fell to the ground weakly, unable to get up again to participate in this fierce shootout.

At this time, there was the most exciting scene in this terrible encounter. After firing his bullets, Torresola stopped to reload his gun, ignoring Kofalto, who was lying on the floor of the sentry box with a fatal gunshot wound. But the officer, who was bleeding from three fatal wounds, dragged himself out of the sentry box at the moment of death, raised his pistol with the last strength, rested his elbow on the edge of the sentry box to stabilize himself, aimed at Torrezo and pulled the gun. Torresola, the leader of the Puerto Rican Independence Party, was about to die like this, and Orwell, who was lurking in his apartment, finally fired the first shot.

The bullet hit Kofalto's chest accurately, and his hand with the gun slammed down, and Orwell saw through the scope that his eyes were surprised and unwilling.

The shells were unloaded and reloaded, and Orwell smiled and said, "It's not interesting for the game to end so early." ”

At this time, Correzo was shot twice, but he only suffered some abrasions to his nose and ears, and the bullets did not hit him. After reloading the bullets, Corazzo stood up again and fired. He dodged some more stray bullets, and when he was about to run to the door of Blair Building, he was hit in the chest by a bullet, and his steps stopped.

At this time, the other two bullets pierced his abdomen and calf, and Corezzo felt only a burning pain all over his body, and he staggered and fell down the steps, the gun in his hand rolling down. Before losing consciousness, Crezzo raised his hand and shouted with all his strength.

"Long live the people of Puerto Rico!"

At this time, the sound of gunfire caused a mess of the public servants around the president in the Blair Building. But all the security guards were as calm as they had been and stuck to their posts. Stott, the police officer in charge of the president's mid-level security, waited on the stairs leading to the president's bedroom. When he heard gunfire outside, he immediately ran to the secret place where his portable machine gun was hidden, took a machine gun, reloaded it, and stood on the stairs to a place he had chosen in advance to face the gate. If the Assassin entered the door, he would be greeted by a hail of bullets fired from the second line of defense.

Outside, the shootout was fierce, and the wounded officer was lying in the aisle bleeding profusely. Many civil servants glared angrily at Officer Stott, blaming him for not running out to help his companions. But despite the most irresistible moral pressure exerted on him by those around him, he did not forget his special mission and always stuck to his post.

Seeing his companion fall on the steps, an enraged Torresola shot down the guards who were moving closer to Correzo with precision of his marksmanship. Everyone's attention had been focused on Crezzo, and no one had seen an Assassin on the other side. The guards who couldn't react fell to the ground, and there were no more guards at the Bright gate who could stop him.

Torresola finally broke through the first line of defense, and he glanced at Corezo, who had fallen on the steps, staring deadly, and said with grief, "I will definitely help you get revenge." With that, he picked up Corezzo's Uzi and rushed in towards the gate.

However, he apparently did not know that there was a machine gun waiting for him inside, and the moment Torresola pushed the door open, Taute pulled the trigger, and the ferocious fire of the machine gun mingled into a flood. The bullet from the machine gun hit Torresola in the head and chest, and Torresola's face was blank with a confused expression, his eyes dulled for a moment, and he was dead before he fell.

After confirming that the other party had fallen to the ground, Taute finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the officer inside pointed a pistol at Torresola's body, carefully moved over and kicked the submachine gun away from his hand.

"Confirmed death." One of the detectives turned to Taut.

The shootout lasted a total of three minutes before the battle ended. People began to crowd around the Blair Building, wondering what the outcome would be. At this time, President Truman, who was resting in his bedroom on the second floor, heard that the gunfire had stopped outside, so he went to the window and looked down. That way, everyone outside can see him clearly.

Truman still made the most dangerous mistake in history, and if there were gunmen outside, he would never have been able to avoid shooting at this time. Historically, only Torressola and Corezzo were responsible for the assassination, so Albert would arrange another Orwell in this assassination.

Truman's face in the crosshair was clearly visible, and Orwell smiled and whispered, "Goodbye, President Truman." At the same time as he pressed the trigger, Truman in the scope also fell backwards in a splash of blood. Orwell could not hear the panicked screams at the scene, he could only see the panicked expressions of the guards in the crowd.

According to the plan, after Orwell fired this shot, he had to leave everything behind and leave quickly, and he did not hesitate to drop his Mosin Nagant rifle to leave, but heard a strange sound similar to the ticking of a timer. This made Orwell stop his movements and look around to see where the noise was coming from.

Soon he found in the closet the person who had discovered the sound, a small timer bomb, but it was only three seconds before the bomb exploded, and it was impossible to get out of here. Only then did Orwell realize that not only Corezzo and Torresola were outcasts, but also himself.

"You fucking bastards!" When Orwell dropped the bomb and turned around to jump out of the window, the power of the gunpowder explosion mixed with a huge wave of air tore Orwell's whole person to pieces, and no one could hide from this close range. The glass of the apartment shattered with a loud noise, and the whole apartment was scorched into ashes in the firelight.

The black uncle, who was standing nearby, happened to witness the explosion of the apartment across the street and the flames coming out of the window, he just smiled softly, then clamped a wad of newspapers under his armpit and whistled and walked away.