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Target B, as well as the entourage, have already appeared, the coordinates position is 57,16. ”

New information came over the intercom. Mukati took a deep breath of the night air. He tossed the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stepped on it, and began to adjust his telescope.

The distance of the target from his position was close to eight hundred meters. Strictly speaking, it is far beyond his 200-meter range of responsibility. But maybe he was lucky. From him all the way to the target's position, there happened to be no obstacles in the straight line, and this was undoubtedly a perfect scene for a blocker.

In the intercom channel, three sniper operators have already confirmed that the target has appeared in their area of responsibility. But for various reasons, they were not sure to hit. For these novices, Mukati didn't even have the patience to criticize them.

The real blocking ace is not so easy to cultivate. Mugati thought, and began to adjust his stunner

Unlike most of his peers, Mugati didn't like the bloody spectacle. He didn't like things that were too bloody, he didn't like the screams of those people when they died, and he didn't like to see their mangled bodies lose their life and become cold and stiff.

Distance produces beauty, and he has always believed that. 500 meters is enough to erase all the guilt that comes with taking a life. In this case, his goal is simply his 'job'. Calculate the wind direction, gravity and time difference, and then pull the wrench. As long as you do this math problem in a short enough time, the job is done. It's that simple.

Mugati thought, and began to adjust his stunner. After a dozen seconds, the target finally appeared in his sight.

The moment he saw the other party, his mind froze. He was a little dumbfounded, it seemed that the other reports just now were really not exaggerated. Such a conspicuous red tights is a live target to attract firepower on the real battlefield. They were screwed up by this guy in their actions tonight?

It's ridiculous.

The other man stopped very cooperatively at the corner, while the other person could not be seen because of the angle. At this time, Mugati had completely forgotten that the person who was still in the shadows was the main target, and completely focused his attention on the person who made him feel quite uncomfortable.

The formula he had memorized a thousand times flashed through his mind. Mugati's eyes seemed to burst into light, and he pulled the trigger.

After one o'clock and four seconds, this guy's head will be like a watermelon that has been blown open, and his brains and blood will be scattered on the ground. He thought silently.

Mugati took his eyes off his binoculars, he hated to see that.

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Peter, who was shot, twitched and immediately fell to the ground.

In less than half a second of reaction time, Peter had only time to do two things. First, he avoided the fatal parts of his body. Second, try to use the Force to protect the rest of your body's internal organs so that bullets don't roll in your body and cause more damage.

However, despite his best efforts, the bullet still caused a severe penetrating wound to his lung. A large amount of blood poured out, and air poured into his body through the wounds on his chest and back, and began to squeeze his lungs, which were almost overwhelmed, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

Another bullet flew above Peter and struck the concrete road less than two meters away from him, sending up a cloud of dust and a few pieces of cement. This time, however, the bullets were flying from different directions.

Peter hurriedly tried to get up from the ground. If he stays where he is, he will definitely die. But at this time, he felt that his body was so heavy, and his limbs were so weak.

The usual simple movements were now too difficult for him, and he only supported his upper body before falling down again, and a pair of hands caught him. Joe grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted him up, grabbed him by the belly, and pulled him desperately towards the cover.

The concrete road in front of them was hit by another bullet, creating a crater. Joe shuddered and ran even harder on his feet.

Finally pulling him to the side of the wall, Joe helped Peter to the wall and gasped. Running wildly with a weight of sixty kilograms was not an easy job for him. Peter coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn! Damn it! Joe hurriedly pounced on him and began to deal with Peter's wounds. At first, he was a little flustered, but after that, he calmed down a lot, and his movements seemed quite skillful, and it seemed that he had done this kind of thing before.

After a while, after the wound on Peter's back was also blocked, the pressure in Peter's lungs finally returned to normal, and he was finally able to barely catch his breath. He raised his head and raised his right hand with difficulty.

"Help me... Get up. He said weakly, but his eyes were unusually determined. Joe hesitated for a moment before grabbing his hand.

Finally standing up, Peter suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and his body was shaky. He gritted his teeth, regained a moment of clarity in his mind, and immediately held on to the wall next to him so as not to fall.

Joe hurriedly helped him up, but his face was gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I should listen to you, it's really unreliable to call a taxi with Uber." Peter forced a fake smile, but Joe wasn't in the mood for that now.

"Damn it, damn it!" Joe, who was already about to collapse and go crazy, had bloodshot eyes in his eyes. The way to survive that seemed to be within reach just now was completely shattered in front of his eyes, and he was almost unable to stand it after receiving two blows in a row in one night. "We can't get out! We can't get out! ”

Peter stretched out his right hand and stroked Joe's head. He closed his eyes, soothing the grumpy spirit in Joe's mind with the help of the Force. After a few seconds, Joe's eyes gradually returned to clarity.

"Where are we going now?" Joe let out a breath and began to question Peter, who was standing aside. Peter pointed up, then down, and then weakly spoke.

"Go upstairs...", he was a little struggling to say three words, and he forced his cough to resist, and he paused before continuing. Below... There are enemies...?"

"There's an enemy down there?" Joe was a little puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Hmm." Peter nodded, then gasped a few more times. "There's someone coming along."

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Meanwhile, in the basement downstairs, the door that Peter and Joe had broken open was kicked open again, and more than twenty heavily armed killers poured into the almost abandoned mall.

"Michael reports that the commandos have entered the destination building." The man in the lead said to his walkie-talkie. And it didn't take long for a reply to come over the intercom.

"The commandos began to search the target building. The new target E has lost its ability to move, so please take capture as the primary purpose without endangering your own safety. Goal B is not yet in progress. The Control Team is to be responsible for limiting the target's range of movement to the building. You've got fifty minutes. ”

The lead killer, Michael, glanced at the group behind him before pressing the call button on his walkie-talkie. "The search range is too large, and under the condition of trying to ensure the lives of the other party, we may not be able to complete the task."

The other side of the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment before hesitantly giving a negative answer. "The request is refused, we can only guarantee that the police will be at fifty..."

At this moment, the other party's voice was suddenly cut off, and just as the killers looked at each other, a steady familiar voice spoke.

"I'm Wesley, and your request was granted. You have eighty minutes now. Don't let me and the adults down. ”

"Yes!" Michael hammered his chest and said, a hideous smile on his face. He turned to look at his companions and beckoned. "Split into a team of four, Ross and Korubin, you two follow me. Let's clean up those two sneaky little bugs! ”

With a bang, the killers in front of them quickly and orderly divided into six groups and searched separately.

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Outside of an office on the third floor, Peter opened the door using telekinesis, Joe helped Peter inside, and both of them slumped down on the couch at the same time.

"! That's bad luck! Joe closed his eyes and spoke. I said, if you have any useful tricks up your sleeve right now, there's no better time to come up with than now. ”

The office is well insulated, at least to keep out the noise of the usual mall. They don't have to worry too much if they talk a little louder

Peter opened his eyes, and according to his Force senses, the new guests downstairs began a careful and cautious search. It seems that these people are still a little taboo about the combat effectiveness that Peter has shown before. This gave Peter and Joe more time to breathe and remake their plans, but they were also able to exploit far fewer loopholes.

"We should have some time. It will take them at least twenty or thirty minutes to find us. Peter said slowly. The wound in his lungs had not worsened under the protection and warmth of the Force, but had begun to heal a little. At least blood loss and air leakage have begun to be brought under control.

"I really don't know how you know this information." Joe sighed, a little curious in his tone. "By the way, at this point, you don't mind letting me see who you are."

"I'm sorry." Peter simply refused. "But if we all survive tonight, I can think about it then."

"Maybe I'm not in the mood to watch it then." Joe said with a wry smile, Peter shook his head as well, and both of them suddenly fell silent, as if neither had any intention of saying anything more.

At that moment, the cell phone in Peter's pocket rang. In the midst of this tranquility, its monotonous ringing seemed so strange at this time.