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Two broadsword mines were detonated at the same time at both ends of the hall, creating a wave of air that shook the people who were close to them into the air. The deadliest blow came in the next second, when 1,400 steel balls flew out at more than three times the speed of sound, tearing everything in the small conference hall to shreds.

Crashing open the shattered door, Joe was greeted by a bloody scene. The walls of the conference room were covered in blood and entrails, and bloody corpses and severed limbs were scattered all over the floor. Most of them died on the spot in the first moment, but a few lucky ones were still alive and moaning in pain.

Due to the family meeting, almost all the high-ranking members of the family are here. Either way, the Moretti family is completely finished.

Joe's legs went limp, and he knelt directly on the ground, and the churning sensation in his stomach kept coming up.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from the staircase, and the movement here may have alarmed the entire block, and it is naturally impossible for the bodyguards on standby downstairs not to hear it. They had drawn their guns before going up the stairs, and their vigilance had been raised to the highest.

However, just as they had reached the last step of the stairs, a painting on the wall behind them exploded without warning, pouring the rain of steel from the conference room ten seconds ago on the body of the unprepared bodyguards.

The bodies of the few people standing at the back were directly beaten into a sieve, and the people standing in front also had two or three people who were rather unlucky enough to be hit in fatal positions by the steel balls. Many more did not die in the trap, but were injured enough to render them incapacitated. The combat effectiveness of the entire bodyguard team was suddenly reduced by half, and the wounded who fell to the ground began to wail.

"Damn! Who the hell did this grandma's doing? The captain of the bodyguard finally scolded and sensed that something was wrong. To be able to lay such a trap in the well-defended Covendello mansion, there must be an inner ghost, and the status of this inner ghost is definitely not low. The explosion just now came from the direction of the conference room, and he already had a rather bad premonition in his heart.

At this moment, two doors on either side of the corridor suddenly opened, and six waiters walked out with submachine guns and poured bullets at the bodyguards who were still standing.

The strength of the submachine gun in the assault battle was perfectly demonstrated at this moment. Those bodyguards who had not yet reacted were immediately overwhelmed by this rain of bullets, except for a few people who reacted quickly and fell down in time, the rest were not spared.

The bodyguard captain was quite unlucky, and he reacted in time, and he was shot twice in the chest and abdomen. Forced to endure the pain, he pulled out his pistol in a half-crouching position, and casually shot one of the waiters in the head. His marksmanship is the best in the entire bodyguard team, and he can easily hit a coin from forty meters away. But this marksmanship only allowed him to pull one more into the water before he died. In the next moment, there was an extra bloody hole in his head.

Several of the bodyguards who were still alive also launched their own counterattacks, forcing the remaining five killers dressed as waiters to dodge, so that a short gap appeared in their fire suppression. And those bodyguards also seized the opportunity and hid behind cover.

"Who the hell are these dog mongrels?" One of the bodyguards yelled in a frenzied manner. His brother had been crushed in the throat by a steel ball half a minute earlier. "I know a guy inside, and he mixed me a glass of wine yesterday!"

"Hell knows!" Another bodyguard beside him roared. He replaced his pistol with bullets, took advantage of a gap in the opponent's firepower to go out and shoot back twice, and then quickly retracted. Less than half a second later, more than a dozen bullets hit the wall behind them.

The last remaining bodyguard also spoke at this time: "If we stay here, we are looking for death." Keeping a little distance from them, we'll head to the conference room now. ”

"Are you crazy?" The bodyguard who had just fought back looked incredulous. "Are we going over there now? Isn't it time to run for your life as the most important thing? Damn, maybe we'll surrender? ”

"It's your choice." The man tried to wipe the blood off his face, but found that he was just getting messy. "When Lao Tzu dies, my family can still get a pension. If you surrender, even if you survive, how good do you think your fate will be? The Moriti family wouldn't give up so easily. ”

Hearing this, the other two hesitated. However, what they didn't know was that there were only a few core members of the Moriti family they wanted to protect, and this number was continuing to decrease rapidly.

Joe, on the other side of the same floor, had quickly escaped the conference room. As soon as he heard the explosion of the mine and the gunfire that followed, he knew that the attack was far from over. And his escape was timely. Less than a minute later, two killers dressed as chefs walked into the already messy conference room, filling the heads of everyone who was still breathing.

"Target A, Target C, and sub-targets have all been confirmed dead." One of them pulled out a walkie-talkie and began to report to the other end. "Target B has fled the scene and is being pursued."

At this moment, Joe had already run to the staircase of the fire escape. His mouth was bitter, and his brain was still a little dazed.

Who the hell is the other party? How could it be possible to bury so many internal connections in the Moretti family? Russian gangsters, have they done such a big thing?

He felt that it was all so unreal. My life has been turned upside down in the last few minutes, and I seem to be a step slower, still living in the world a few minutes ago, not understanding what is happening.

Dad, uncle, cousin, they're all dead.

A tear left out of the corner of Joe's eye, but he didn't notice it himself.

It took more than ten seconds to run down the stairs, and Joe opened the door at the bottom of the fire staircase, only to see a woman dressed as a maid standing less than two meters in front of him, looking at him in dismay.

A fierce look flashed through her eyes, and she reached out and pulled a rather small pistol from her waist. Jo was quicker, and he lunged at the maid, pinning her against the wall, and snatching the pistol from her hand.

The woman didn't show any weakness, and bit Qiao's neck with one bite. Joe, on the other hand, punched her in the face and grabbed her by the neck without the slightest pity. A sound of the safety bolt being opened behind him. Jo quickly turned, holding the woman's body in front of her, the pistol in her hand pointed at her temple.

In front of him was a man dressed as a bodyguard. Joe seemed to have a little impression of him, as if he was a newcomer by his second uncle's side.

"Put the gun down, or I'll shoot her!" Qiao Se yelled inwardly and took the woman back with her. The bodyguard just sneered and pulled the trigger in his hand.

Joe moved at the last moment, and the bullet pierced the chest of the woman in his hand and then sank into Joe's left shoulder. Joe let out a painful sigh, but there was not the slightest ambiguity in his hands. Before the bodyguard could fire the next shot, he had fired two shots in quick succession, piercing the bodyguard's right arm and chest.

Joe hissed in pain, a fiery pain coming from his left shoulder. He retrieved another magazine from the woman's body and quickly left. He could hear the footsteps of those who were drawn to the movement, and he couldn't make sure how many of them were friends and how many were enemies.

The back door wasn't far from here, and as for what he was going to do after escaping, Joe hadn't thought that far away. Rounded the corner of a hallway, and two people came across the hallway. They were stunned for a moment, then raised their guns and fired at Joe with surprise on their faces.

Joe's reaction was also extremely fast, and he immediately crashed into a room next to him. It took him two or three seconds before he found himself in an employee's locker room with a door to the kitchen. Joe was overjoyed, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, it was not far from the back door.

Joe casually fired two shots out the door. And the two of them also fought back, and they didn't dare to step forward easily for a while. Taking advantage of the time gap he had created, Josa ran away. But he hadn't run a few steps before he almost tripped over something on the ground. He looked closely, but it was a corpse. He took a quick look around and noticed several bodies in the kitchen that had died from gunshot wounds.

It seems that these are all people that the other party has not been able to buy. Joe's scalp suddenly tingled, they could also kill these unrelated people, and they couldn't leave anything to chance.

There were more and more footsteps around, and Joe estimated that there were at least seven or eight people. With no more time to waste, Joe took two deep breaths and ran towards the back door.

The other party's manpower should not be very large, and after more than ten seconds, Joe finally came to the back door. This is usually the entrance where people deliver goods to their homes and employees go to work. If you enter from the outside, you need to swipe your magnetic card, and if you go out from the inside, you need to press the switch button next to the door.

However, before Joe's hand could be placed on the button, there were two more people behind him, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at Joe's head. Joe's body froze and slowly raised his hands.

"The last direct bloodline of the Moretti family." One of them said slowly, not in the slightest intention to let him go. "It's a shame."

At that moment, a red figure burst out from the shadows behind them. Peter punched the man on his left in the temple, and he collapsed before he could even speak. The man on the right turned to Peter, but Peter's elbow was pressed against his chest with all his might.

As the saying goes: I'd rather take ten punches than one elbow. The man's chest made a tooth-aching sound at Peter's blow, and at least two ribs were broken. Peter threw another punch and knocked the man to his ground.

When he turned to look at Joe, he saw that the pistol in his hand was aimed at him, but he himself did not seem to have any intention of shooting.

"Long time no see." Joe greeted in his already hoarse voice. "Are you here to kill me too?"