Two minutes later, Michael and the rest of his men kicked open the door where Peter and Joe had been. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There was no one inside, and Michael's face twitched twice and he slammed into the couch next to him.

"Spread out and find them for me!" He roared, and the others nodded silently, dividing into small groups. One of them was tasked with guarding the staircase to prevent them from slipping out, while the rest dispersed and began to sweep through the nooks and crannies of the mall.

As an abandoned mall, it is undoubtedly much more difficult to hide here. Although most of the entire floor is divided by long cargo racks. These large shelves, which are more than two meters high, provide a lot of hiding places, but as long as you stand at the end of these 'corridors', you can see the whole line without obstruction.

In other words, although there are many hiding places, there are no relatively safer hiding places. If they want to stay away from the search for a long time, Peter and Joe will also need to constantly change their hiding spots accordingly depending on the location of the enemy.

In this regard, they do a fairly perfect job. Under the guidance of their own induction, the two of them made a small circle without danger while avoiding detection, and quietly avoided the two groups walking in the front.

However, when trying to get around the third group, they ran into a small problem. Since the four groups in the rear were so close to each other, and the range of their movement was so small, the risk of trying to slip through again was too great.

Things have developed to this point, and Joe and Peter can only attack while they still have the advantage of sneak attacks.

The first to be attacked was the third group.

The two men walking in the back heard a very slight collision behind them. They froze for a moment, stopped, and turned to look in the direction from which the sound had come from, while their other two companions continued unnoticed. At this moment, the distance between them was pulled to more than four meters.

Peter jumped off the top of their upper left shelf like a swooping goshawk, stepped on the back of the man closest to him, and kicked him out a few steps. Peter used the force of the reaction to knock the other man to the ground, and the stun stick was pressed against his neck, and the strong electricity quickly fainted him.

The man who had been kicked away tried to raise his gun, but Peter had already made a move.

He ran two steps in a row, narrowed the distance between the two sides, and after the meeting, he took out the anti-wolf sprayer from his arms and aimed it at the guy's eyes. The pungent gas burned rapidly as it touched the man's skin and eyes. The man immediately fell to his knees, one hand covering his eyes as if they were on fire, screaming, while the other hand held his gun and fired indiscriminately.

The other two members of the third squad finally found out what was going on. However, due to the crazy and indiscriminate counterattack of their companions, they did not dare to step forward for fear of being injured by mistake. They could only watch as Peter disappeared into the darkness again after knocking out two of their companions.

"He's going northwest, he's going northwest!" One of them hid to report the situation to the other teams, and the intercom heard the other teams confirming.

The guy who had just fallen into a state of madness due to irritation of his eyes had already fired all the bullets in his gun, but now he was still swinging around, as if there were invisible enemies around him. The other man crept up behind him, and a knife knocked him down. This kind of pig teammate who has lost his mind, it is better to let him take a good rest.

At this moment, Peter had already made peace with Joe, and the opponent's formation was already a little chaotic at that moment just now, and they did not hesitate to seize this opportunity and rush over.

However, the movement they made was still a little too loud, and it disturbed the two of them. When they heard the movement, they turned around without hesitation and fired a few rounds of bullets in their direction. Most of these bullets had been blocked by the iron shelves between them, and the remaining ones had harmlessly hit the floors and walls. But Peter and Joe's purpose has been disrupted.

They had to take two steps back and hide behind cover. And when the firepower gap reappeared, the brief opportunity they had created was gone. The rest of the killers had already followed, forming a small encirclement around them.

"Go backwards!" Peter grabbed Joe by the shoulder and pulled him towards the back. Joe fired two shots in quick succession before running after him.

"What's the plan now?" Joe asked, gasping for breath, a stray bullet that almost grazed his head. Peter, on the other hand, remained silent, only motioning for Joe to follow him.

Peter's chest injury worsened again after a few successive movements, making it difficult for him to breathe. Every rise and fall in his chest was accompanied by a sharp pain, and his vision was dark from time to time due to the lack of oxygen supply to his brain. He was very worried that if he opened his mouth, he would probably not be able to move again.

After passing through two doors in succession, they reached the storeroom on this level, and their pursuers followed closely behind. Peter locked the door behind him. After a short break, he waited for his breathing to return to normal before speaking.

"It's just a way out."

"A way out? Over here!? "Joe felt a little incredible. It's just a big room, and being stuck here can't be worse. As long as the other party occupies the door, they can only be a target in such a small space.

At that moment, a violent knock on the door came from behind them. Peter tugged at Joe and pointed to the ceiling.

"Hurry up, I need your help!"

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The gate was much stronger than they had imagined. After a dozen consecutive hits, the door showed no signs of being knocked open.

"Get out of the way!" Michael grabbed the idiot by the collar who was still banging on the door and pulled him aside. He stepped forward, pulled out his pistol, and fired four shots at the lock. Michael slammed the door and kicked it open with ease.

"Use your brain!" Michael glared fiercely at the man who was banging on the door, and the man lowered his head in fear, not daring to make eye contact with him.

However, at this moment, Michael's attention had been taken away from him. Under his instructions, the six of them cautiously walked into the dark room. But they met no resistance. They scattered to search, but there was no one in the storage room.

"What about them!?" Michael yelled loudly, and two consecutive air saves put him in a rather bad mood. He looked around the room, which had been illuminated by a flashlight, but found no place to hide. Just then, he heard a noise from above.

Michael looked up and shone the flashlight in his hand. It was just a dusty ceiling, and nothing out of the ordinary looked like it. Suddenly thinking of something, he had his men shine their flashlights on the ceiling.

It didn't take long for him to discover what he was looking for. A piece of ceiling in the corner has been removed, and above it is the entrance to the ventilation duct.

Michael roared, reached out and snatched the rifle from his companion's hand, pouring out all the bullets in the magazine in the general direction of the sound just now. There seemed to be a muffled grunt coming from the ventilation duct, and Michael grinned.

"Second Squad!" Michael gave a new order. "You guys climb into the ventilation ducts and keep up with them!"

The four nodded yes. They put their weapons back behind their backs, and with only one pistol in hand, they slipped into the ventilation duct.

"The rest of the people keep up!" Michael waved his hand. "Let's go plug these damn loaches!"

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At the same time, on a residential building less than two hundred meters from them. A sniper was carefully observing every move in Runda Mall through the telescope mounted on his gun, and the headset kept ringing the reports of the activists inside.

Damn, he wiped the sweat from his head. Tonight's work was much more troublesome than he imagined, and the other party promised that there wouldn't be too many problems when he agreed at the beginning.

Maybe this was the last time he did it. The man thought silently in his heart, although this money was tempting, but it was not so easy to take.

Just then, a strong gust of wind came from the back of his head. The man managed to dodge at the last minute, but his shoulder was still slashed by a knife. He stood up, only to find that half of his body was so sore, that he could barely move.

He looked up in horror and found a masked man in black standing in front of him, looking at him silently.

"Who are you!?" He scolded the man in front of him with a stubble of lust. "Do you know who you're messing with right now? Are you idle, are you living too long? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, and it doesn't matter who I mess with." The masked man said coldly. The blocker gritted his teeth and touched his hand to the saber at his waist. But the masked man moved the moment he moved. The almost inhuman speed made him seem to turn into a black shadow in the darkness, and instantly appeared in front of the blocker, and smashed his fist on the head. The sniper snorted, and fell headlong to the ground.

The masked man came to the slam gun that was still on the ground, stomped it to pieces, and tossed it aside. Then he took out a piece of rope and tied the limbs of the fainted blocker firmly.

"The police in New York have degenerated to this point." He snorted disdainfully and threw the sniper into a dark corner. He stood up, then looked in the direction of the mall, as if he could see the people inside.

"And two more... You can hold me up. He said silently in his heart. He took two sharp steps forward, slammed his foot on the railing of the roof, and jumped out.