A cold and rainy night may be the best veil of concealment for dialects at this moment.

The slight sound of walking was muffled by the majestic rain outside, and the figure was pinned on the darkness, without a trace, if it were not for the subtle observation, the remaining five team members would not have found it at all, and unconsciously, there was already a person who sneaked to their side.

"Hmm!"

A muffled snort sounded in the silent corridor, Fang Yan quickly turned and retreated, gently dragged the person into the room behind him, twisted his neck again, and after making sure that he was dead, he did not miss the weapons and equipment on his body, but quickly touched towards the fifth floor.

Under this darkness, he seems to have turned into a ghost walking in the darkness, constantly harvesting the remaining lives in this building......

"Click, click......"

With the sound of a slight footstep, the corridor also shone slightly, Fang Yan looked at it, slightly retracted the body that leaned forward, and then, he heard "Bang!" A door crashed.

The light dissipated slightly, and Fang Yan slowly poked his head out, gently touched the room that the team member searched just now, and after a quick glance, stood quietly by the door.

"Berg, I think we can have some in the evening, and guess what I found, a bottle of whiskey!"

A voice came from inside, and the dialect's nerves snapped, tightening the saber in his hand.

“OK！ OK！ I don't get drunk at night, I'll just have a drink, really just a drink, right, what about Glens and Bit? Why didn't you hear a sound? ”

The beam of light in front of the door became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, the original voice of talking and laughing gradually turned into a kind of doubt, with a hint of vigilance, and the dialect listened, holding his breath.

"Glens? Bit? Hear please reply? ”

The sound was slowly within reach, the head of the rifle slowly stretched out from the door, the pupils of the dialect shrank slightly, looking at the slightly emerging body, holding the military dagger in his backhand and stabbing directly to the neck.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out so obviously in this cold and rainy night, Fang Yan turned sideways slightly, directly let go of the military dagger in his hand, and then instantly pulled out his pistol and ran directly downstairs.

"Fils, Fils, what's the situation, please answer when you hear it?"

Sounds came from Fils's headset, Fils's eyes widened wider and wider, but he could only make a grunting sound, and at the same time, clumps of blood continued to emerge from his mouth, and his hands stretched out towards his neck, but finally put it down weakly.

"Combat readiness, there is one more person in the building, and each team member reports the location!"

"Everything is normal on Glens's side, it's currently on the first floor!"

"Bill's side, boom! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A fierce firefight rang out on the fourth floor, and then quickly returned to calm, leaving only the sound of the rain outside.

"Bill!"

A loud shout came from the direction of the eighth floor, and Fang Yan calmly unloaded the empty rifle magazine in his hand and put it into his tactical pocket, then replaced it with a full magazine, looked up at the eighth floor, and then quickly ran downstairs.

"Grace, immediately occupy the highest vantage point, start sniping on the spot, and now there are only two of us left!"

"Roger!"

Berg listened and took a breath, then took out a walk-around device from his waist, pressed the button and spoke, "Team A31 has an emergency, Bill, Glens, Bit, and Phils have all fallen, and they are calling for backup......"

"Listen, Berg, the fastest reinforcements will arrive in 15 minutes, but you need to keep yourself and the rest of your team as safe as possible, and keep us in range at all times!"

"Understood!" Berg replied, re-attached the intercom to his waist, then took out his pistol, opened the chamber, and slowly walked to the stairwell, step by step, towards the 7th floor, without noticing the thin line intercepted in the darkness.

"Boom! Boom! ”

With a slight resistance, the sound of something rolling was heard, so obvious in the silence, that Berg quickly pointed the pistol at it, and then, it was gone......

"Boom! Rumble! ”

Two roaring voices rang out from the staircase between the seventh and eighth floors, and Fang Yan glanced up slightly, stepped past the broken window door in front of him, and stepped into the rain.

This improvised serial booby was made by him after killing Glens, in order to lock the route of the people on the 8th floor to go downstairs, and then solve the people on the 8th floor without blood.

"......

The rain was pouring down, and the whole body was soaked for a moment, and a cold feeling came over his body again, and Fang Yan looked in the direction of Polaris, and then quickly turned in another direction, one near the edge of the city, and at the same time in the place with the fewest military points on the map......

……

"Berg! Berg! hat the fuck！ shit！ ”

Grace scolded, quickly kicked open the door in front of him, went directly to the balcony, leaned down, and constantly observed the situation around him with a telescope, and then vaguely saw a trace of abnormality.

"I've got you!"

Grace's voice took on a fierceness, and he took a deep breath as he looked at the figure in the telescope running through the rain, and leaned his eyes on the scope.

Holding his breath, Grace's world seemed to be all that remained in the scope as the running figure, and he watched, slightly hooking his finger pressed against the trigger.

And at this moment, the cold hairs on Fang Yan's whole body stood up involuntarily, and at the same time, his temples continued to bulge, he didn't think about it, and instantly rushed to the side.

“Duang！”

A piercing and sharp sound was particularly obvious in the rain curtain, and Fang Yan propped his hands together, and then instantly hid behind the building next to him.

The sixth man, a sniper hiding outside!

Fang Yan realized the problem for a moment, and then thought about the second voice that sounded just now, and picked up the pan that was protecting his ass with a strange expression.

Sure enough, a clear depression appeared at the bottom of the pot, and the bullet should have been hit from the side just now, and then bounced off by it.

This force, this direction, this caliber......

Southeast! The distance is around 240m! Fifth floor!

Fang Yan thought, turned sideways, and stretched the pan out slightly, and at the same time, a little spark flashed, and the pan was broken in an instant, and then involuntarily detached from the palm of his hand.

Pot God, thank you for your blessing!

Fang Yan squinted his eyes, and after reciting a silent sentence in his heart, he held his rifle and quickly ran in the other direction in this cold and rainy night......