The first batch of mafiosi who rushed down, unprepared, received a wave of bullets head-on, and lay down several as soon as they saw them.

The rest of the men quickly crouched down and hid behind the handrails of the stairs, and the ornate marble railing kept some of the bullets out for them.

But from time to time, people were hit by bullets that came into the gaps, and the mafia was completely suppressed there, unable to raise their heads for a while, and they were powerless to fight back.

But soon, wave after wave of mafia ran down from the second floor and attacked Chen Mo and them under the cover of the stairs.

Although Howard and his men continued to kill the rising enemies, there were still more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs, and several of them hid behind cover and started a fierce battle with the mafia on the opposite side.

Xu is fight rose, and Howard, who was afraid of death, actually moved out from behind Chen Mo, stood in the middle of the field with a grin, and shot at the stairs again and again, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Everyone hid behind cover and shot, and Howard suddenly appeared to attract the attention of several mafiosa, and a strong man with a double-barreled shotgun saw this, and immediately moved the muzzle of the gun to point at Howard.

"Bang!" With a bang, a burst of fire burst out of the muzzle, and a dozen lead bullets loaded in the No. 20 shotgun bullet were scattered into a small piece, hitting Howard's chest and abdomen squarely, and the huge impact sent him flying directly.

Howard, who fell to the ground, bared his teeth for a while, and the moment he was hit by a scatter bullet just now, he felt like he had been punched more than a dozen times at the same time, and his bones hurt.

Before he had time to lament the powerful defense of the bulletproof armor, Howard rolled several times in a row and hid behind a pile of couches, the sturdy and heavy solid wood was enough to withstand the attacks of these small-caliber bullets.

The strong man who hit Howard just now widened his eyes, looked at Howard who was like no one else, and wondered if he had filled the wrong rubber bullet just now, and before he could raise his gun to attack again, a bullet from the corner pierced his head.

There were more and more gunmen rushing down from the second floor, and the people in the martial arts hall were gradually suppressed, so they could only hide behind the corners, pillars and other covers, and poke their heads out to fight back while the fire was weakening.

In fact, with Chen Mo's strength, one person could quickly kill all these gunmen, but he hid in the corner of the hall and rarely made a move.

Chen Mo focused most of his attention on Albert and the others, when they poked their heads out from behind cover and were exposed to the fire from the opposite side, Chen Mo would pay close attention to the other party's gun point, and when their heads were targeted, Chen Mo's bullets would take the lead and kill the threatening gunman directly.

As for Howard's shot? As long as it is not an attack on the head, Chen Mo doesn't care about a non-lethal attack.

He is not in a hurry to end the battle, the martial arts hall everyone has a rare opportunity to participate in actual combat, and they can take this opportunity to train them well, and the battle with real guns and ammunition is the fastest way to grow.

With Chen Mo's covert care, although several people were pressed and beaten by the opposite side, they were not in danger of life, and occasionally bullets hit their bodies, but they just felt like they had been punched, but the place where they were shot was unscathed.

And their marksmanship is not weak, although they are suppressed by the dense bullets on the opposite side, the firepower of the attack has weakened a lot, but they are still constantly killing the enemies upstairs, and as the fierce gunfight continues, the wide and gorgeous staircase is gradually covered with the corpses of mafia members who have been shot and died.

There were fewer and fewer people rushing down from the upper floors, but more and more people were killed, and the mafia gunmen faced these small but powerful enemies, although they still had a numerical advantage, their momentum gradually weakened.

In such a fierce shootout, his side suffered heavy casualties, but the other party did not have any casualties, and feeling the gradual reduction of his companions around him, the rest of the people couldn't help but feel afraid, and their firepower weakened.

Huang Quan hid behind a thick marble pillar, quickly changing magazines, and in the fierce battle just now, with his sharp reflexes and accurate marksmanship, he killed at least five enemies.

After replacing the magazine, Huang Quan keenly felt that the bullets hitting the marble pillar behind him were obviously much thinner, and did not waste this opportunity, Huang Quan immediately dodged out, aimed his gun at the enemy on the stairs opposite with both hands, and quickly pulled the trigger.

The first bullet struck the marble handrail of the staircase, cracking a slurry slice in the marble.

The second bullet that followed, through the gap in the handrail, entered the chest of one of the mafiosi who was hiding behind.

After killing an enemy with two shots, Huang Quan immediately dodged and hid behind the marble pillar again, and a dense burst of bullets followed, sending the stone chips flying sideways.

Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen were not idle, and they also seized the opportunity of the weakening of the opponent's firepower, and shot sharply, each killing an enemy.

However, the old Albert's performance was a bit eye-catching, he was hiding in the corner of the wall on the side of the hall, with his back against the wall, holding a pistol in each hand and holding it to his ear, and his elegant and calm face had a hint of coldness and murder.

Taking advantage of the gap between the weakening of the firepower, he directly turned around and dodged out, his hands stretched forward with the rotation of his body, and his sharp eyes firmly locked on the enemy on the opposite staircase, and the two pistols were fired almost at the same time, and under the impetus of the explosive gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the chamber in unison, and spun at high speed and shot quickly up the stairs.

On the stairs, two mafias were standing in front of the handrails, holding two Thompson submachine guns, pouring bullets down with a fierce face.

"Poof! Burst! Two bullets sounded into the flesh, and a splash of blood splattered on each of their chests, and they snorted and fell to the ground.

Albert's hands swinging, aiming and firing as he kept moving, moving quickly towards the marble pillar on one side.

Albert can be said to have the best marksmanship among all except Chen Mo, under the continuous opening of the two guns, the mafia on the opposite side fell one after another, and the opponent's counterattack hit him, but it only made his figure stagnate slightly.

When he ducked behind the pillar again, the bullets in the gun had just run out.

With his vigorous figure and calm bearing, Chen Mo, who was always paying attention to the battlefield on the side, nodded secretly, and couldn't help but think of Harry, the superb, elegant and gentlemanly old agent in "Ace Agent".

As for Howard, who was belligerent but afraid of death, he hid behind a pile of heavy solid wood sofas, shooting upwards through the gaps, and the place he chose was more tricky, and it was difficult for the gunmen on the stairs opposite him to aim him, so he hid there all the time, and kept shooting with excitement on his face, killing no fewer enemies than the old Albert.

A mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard hiding behind the couch and quietly raised his gun to aim at him.

And Howard, who thought he was hiding well, was unaware of this and was still shooting with a gun.