Those three shots would normally be enough to kill almost everyone, but Peter, who was lucky, was only slightly wounded. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The set of armor that the weasel provided itself with was incredibly powerful, providing a fairly effective defense against such large-caliber pistol bullets. These three bullets have already canceled out most of the lethality when they hit it.

The bullet that had hit his helmet had shattered as it pierced through the glass of the visor made of bulletproof material. The bullets and shards of glass cut the left side of Peter's face into a bloody blur, and there was an extra in the corner of his eye. If the wound had been a little higher, I am afraid that Peter's eyes would not have been saved.

As for the two shots in his right arm, the two bullets were only more than half an inch embedded in the muscles of his arm, and did not cause serious muscle, nerve or vascular damage. Although this is still quite a scary injury in daily life, it is definitely not a nerve-wracking injury.

But at this moment, Peter did not realize this for the time being, and he was completely in fear.

From his point of view, his left arm was almost completely unconscious, and the left side of his face was filled with a hot sensation. His eyes were already fascinated by blood, and he couldn't even open them, and he couldn't see anything clearly for a while. And what frightened him even more was that after the last trace of peace in his heart was also disturbed, his connection with the Force was completely severed.

I'm blind! It was the only thought that came to his mind at the moment.

After losing the guidance of the Force, Peter tasted weakness again for the first time in a long time. At this moment, he is no longer the red mask who dares to single-handedly pick on more than twenty heavily armed killers, he is just a child who does not dare to fight back after being beaten by a child of the same age.

Throwing the steel pipe in his hand towards Michael, Peter chose to run away. He rolled on the spot, his hands propped up behind the shattered cabinet. Michael, who caught the pipe, fired two shots in quick succession at where he was hiding, but neither of them hit Peter.

In the next moment, Peter ran out of his hiding place, trying to distance himself from Michael. Michael raised his pistol, took aim, and pulled the trigger twice on Peter's back. But the trigger was not pressed, and the pistol in his hand only made two jamming sounds.

In the few seconds just now, all the bullets in it had been fired by him.

"Damn it!" After watching Peter's figure disappear around the corner of the hallway, Michael cursed.

He pinned his pistol back to his waist and picked up the rifle that had just fallen to the ground before chasing after it. Although it was too broken from the battle just now, it still needs to be recycled. If the people who clean up the battlefield later accidentally leave this thing out, it will be a big problem.

As for the guy who ran away, he didn't have much to worry about. His men have gathered. Although the opponent's strength was not weak in the battle just now, it was obvious that he had already suffered a lot of injuries, and it was even likely that he had caused it in the ventilation duct just now.

Either way, he shouldn't be able to hold on for long.

As for goal b... Thinking of the main goal of this operation, Mike began to think. In the series of battles just now, the other party did not appear. Maybe he didn't dare to fight, maybe he couldn't fight now. But not otherwise.

Michael stopped the two men who passed him and whispered something to them. They nodded and left in the opposite direction of the group.

At this moment, several shots were heard not far away. If nothing else, the person who escaped should have run into his own men.

And Michael was not wrong. Less than two corridors after Peter ran out of the hallway, he ran into a team at an intersection. Both sides reacted at the same time, and at this moment, Peter had no intention of responding to the battle at all, and fled directly towards the corridor next to him.

Almost at the same time, the guns in the hands of the six killers also roared. Dozens of bullets whizzed past Peter a second before, but one stray bullet hit him in the left flank. Even though the bullet was blocked by his tights, the sudden pain still made his body pause. Peter stumbled a few steps, quickly regained his balance, and continued to run forward.

A man burst out from the corner ahead, and Peter, caught off guard, slammed into him and threw him to the ground.

The other man struggled violently and lifted Peter who was pressing on top of him. He drew a bayonet, rolled over and stabbed Peter in the throat. Peter grabbed the opponent's wrist in time and pushed him hard, but he couldn't push the opponent away. The strength of the man's hand gradually increased, and with the advantage of weight and strength, he forced the bayonet in his hand down little by little.

Peter held back all his strength, but there was a tingling and weakness in his limbs. When he pushed twice in a row and didn't push the other person away, a feeling of despair rose from the bottom of Peter's heart. The blade of the bayonet was less than a centimeter from the skin of his throat, and he felt that his hand was almost unable to support it.

Just then, gunshots rang out from behind them. The team that had just encountered them finally caught up and poured the bullets from the magazine towards the two black shadows wrestling on the ground, not realizing that one of them was his partner.

Two blood holes suddenly appeared in the chest of the man who was pressing on Peter. The sinister smile on his face quickly turned to bewilderment, and finally to horror. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood and sprayed it in Peter's face. Peter, whose nose was filled with the smell of blood, suddenly felt the urge to retch.

The other man's limbs quickly went limp, and Peter pushed his body away with a suffrage, and he himself scrambled to his feet. Using the corpse as cover, Peter stooped in the hail of bullets and fled in the direction of the fire staircase, his pursuers following closely.

Once at the end of the hallway, Peter picked up his speed and slammed open the door at the top of the staircase. He leaned against the railing of the staircase and took a few deep breaths, and when the dizziness in his mind had subsided for a moment, he turned to close the door.

Peter took out his stun baton, which he had run out of electricity, and crossed it across the doorknob, locking the door. Of course, Peter knew very well that the fragile plastic rod would not hold back the group of men for long.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps coming upstairs from downstairs. Although the number of people did not sound large, Peter, who was already a frightened bird, was frightened and hurriedly ran upstairs. Before he could take a few steps, there was a violent thud at the door behind him.

After running twenty or thirty steps in a row, the gate was finally smashed open, and the electric stun batons, which had been with Peter for months, were reduced to pieces. By this time, Peter had come to the door of the staircase that led to the roof.

Pushing the door open, the cold evening breeze hit Peter, making him shiver from sweating profusely. Looking at the empty field around him, as well as the few hiding places, he couldn't help but regret a little in his heart.

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound came from afar. In the next second, the cement wall next to Peter suddenly had a small crater with a diameter of three or four centimeters, and the burst cement fragments smashed into Peter's helmet. One of them had also passed through the bullet hole in the glass of his visor, and it hurt faintly in his face.

At this time, Mugati, who was eight hundred meters away, also smiled. Having lost the protection of the roof, Peter is once again in range of the Blocker.

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"The target has entered the roof, repeat again, the target has entered the roof!"

"Roger, the third team stays on the fourth floor, and the rest go up with me."

Michael's new orders came over the intercom in his ears, but the two men who had broken away from the group's operations on the fourth floor ignored them. They are re-searching the corners they had missed before and have an even more important mission: to find Joe.

And their target was only a few steps away from them. Joe, who was still hiding in the cupboard, closed his eyes as he listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer.

Footsteps stopped at the door of the cabinet. In the next moment, the door of the cabinet was rudely opened, and the two men froze, not expecting that there was really a big living person hidden in the cabinet, let alone that the gun in this person's hand was pointed at their heads at this time. They hurriedly raised their guns, but it was too late.

Two gunshots rang out, and the two men fell to the ground with a bloody hole in their foreheads. The cost of a mistake in that moment was their lives.

Joe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tossed the pistol aside. He grabbed the edge of the cabinet door and reluctantly pulled himself up. In the process of standing up, it seemed to press on his wound, causing him to snort. He bent down and searched the bodies of the two men, collecting their weapons and ammunition in his arms.

"Two bastards, they still want to kill Lao Tzu." He cursed. After spitting on their corpses, he turned and limped away against the wall.