A gunshot from the second floor of Qianzhuang caused a masked robber in the hall on the first floor to go off, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves!

Immediately, the panicked screams of innocent spectators rang out, some lay down, some fell, and some trembled, their minds blank.

The gunfire immediately became loud, and more than a dozen guns did not hesitate to start firing at each other in confusion!

It's a pity that the muzzle of the gun has to be raised again, and the target has to be re-aimed, but it is a pity that the masked robber is not a professional killing machine, the gun is fired in a hurry, and the first thought is to find the nearest cover without exception, even if it is to grab a hostage to be used as a shield, or simply plunge headlong into the horror pile and wrestle with the innocents.

Bullets whistled and debris flew everywhere; Hu Yi, who had a half-sideways body exposed behind the column, did not shrink or hide, holding the gun steadily with his hands bent and elbows, and was shaken by the recoil of the shots again and again, like a thunderstorm; he could not shrink, it was useless to shrink and dodge, even if he could not die now, when Ma Liang and Shi Cheng died, he would eventually have nowhere to hide, and he would still die; the only way to survive was to abandon all distracting thoughts, carry out the tacit agreement of the three people, and suppress the firepower against the firepower.

It's just a pity that the gun was pulled out of the holster at the beginning, and he didn't have time to change the long magazine, and the short magazine in the gun was only ten rounds, he was too little, and he hated to keep shooting, because at the moment he only had two comrades, and the few seconds that needed to be interrupted to change the magazine were so precious, and it might become a failure.

Regardless of whether it hit or not, whether the muzzle of the gun was in place or not, the trigger was pulled and pulled without stopping, and four shots were fired at the first target in succession, and there was no time to notice how many shots the unlucky man had hit, and without further delay, he hurried towards the second target, as if he could not see the column around him began to splash bullets wildly, tightened his eyebrows, and missed both shots, because the target was scurrying sideways like a rabbit, and immediately headed for the third target, and four bullets were discharged, the flower pot had been broken, and the flower soil was leaking, and the target hiding behind it might have been shot, at least now he did not see him shooting again。

As soon as the tenth bullet case landed, the short magazine with ten empty rounds also landed, and it smashed on the floor next to his feet with a loud sound, not picking it up, still not shrinking, in order to save even half a second, he blatantly inserted twenty long magazines into the gun on the spot, willing to be a target, and did not want more muzzles to turn to Shi Cheng or Ma Liang. That's what the Heavy does, the Heavy should be crazy, the Heavy is the mainstay, and even when he dies, it's gorgeous!

Shi Cheng was running, but he felt that he was running very slowly, so slow that he could see the trajectory that crossed in front of him, one after another, and another, and again, and he tilted his head, and raised the gun in his right hand, and fired back, and fired back, and fired back, and even if he didn't hit at all, he instinctively fought back, and fought back to death.

Attracting firepower is a life-threatening job, Shi Cheng doesn't think it's great at all, just like Hu Yi and Ma Liang didn't hesitate to let him do it; comrades-in-arms are like this, they are all grasshoppers on a rope, whether you jump in front or fall at the end, dying one is a string of deaths, it's just a matter of priority, what is there to fight for sacrifice? Therefore, the surviving comrades-in-arms are not willing to accept the award, because the prize is often not won by the living, but unfortunately the dead can't get it.

Suddenly there were blood splashes on his shoulders, one by one, very small, very round dark red, free and scattered in the state of expansion, and the center of gravity was lost when the legs were cold again, and the floor was getting closer and closer, and it suddenly came into contact with the body in inertia, and after the heavy pain, he continued to slide, hanging on something, hitting something, and there was the sound of the wooden cabinet collapsing.

After Shi Cheng activated, Ma Liang began to move sideways, shooting sideways like a crab, shooting close to the counter, and when he was about to reach the position, a messy rain of bullets fell, he fell like a bullet, rolled, and hit the bottom edge of the side of the counter, as if dead.

After a second, he suddenly squatted up, bowed his back, rushed up like a spring, grabbed and supported with one hand, and climbed over, but there were panicked guys squatting in the counter, as well as messy chairs and stools, and the center of gravity was in the air and there was no time to choose to settle down, and there was a burst of embarrassment and falling sound mixed with the panicked screams of the guys.

The small tactics of the small space are completed, the position of the counter and the position of Hu Yi's column can form a right-angle horizontal shot, regardless of whether Shi Cheng lives or dies, and no matter how many numerical advantages the masked robbers have, Hu Yi and Ma Liang have formed the best defensive cover position, unless the robbers attack both sides at the same time, but they don't talk about attacking, and even the courage to shoot with a probe begins to lose.

The sound of the bullet casings falling to the ground immediately fell and was quiet again!

Hu Yi finally retracted the pillar and listened to the sound and loaded the empty magazine; Ma Liang squatted behind the counter and began to put on new magazines; the robbers who had become obscene were also changing their magazines or reloading them, some of the female hostages lying on the ground were crying quietly, and some of the wounded who could not stand up were lying on the floor and groaning.

A soldier knows what he should do at any time, and a bandit can only think of his own interests at any time. Based on this difference alone, no matter how great the advantage is, it will not be able to achieve a career, and it can only continue to be a stalemate.

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A minute ago, the second floor of the bank, conference room.

The new owner put on a very arrogant pose, raised the cup in his hand high, swallowed the mountains and rivers to illuminate the sun and the moon, and regarded himself as Sun Quan in Ganlu Temple.

It's a pity that the opponent is not Liu Bei, who is crying, but a hot-tempered girl who lacks virtue and smokes.

As a result, the gun went off!

Who would have predicted? It doesn't matter if he was beaten or watched by him, his brain was short-circuited, tinnitus, buzzing, chest tightness, nausea, and jaw dropping.

The nine-millimeter large-caliber pistol bullet lifted the new owner in the air, and his wrist was almost half open, bloody as if he had been gnawed by a dog, and even his arms and sleeves were covered with a frightened face, and the blood was dripping like a ghost, so dull that he didn't feel the pain yet.

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered with a clatter, but the cracking sound seemed to be extraordinarily loud and harsh, as if it came from the hall on the first floor below.

At the same time, including the little red tassel with the muzzle of the gun, who was still smoking, was also stunned, those people didn't understand, she could understand, how could the teacup break so loudly? Because it was accompanied by the sound of gunshots from downstairs! The echo could be so loud?

The chin was still on the ground, and the storm suddenly began downstairs, how could the surprised listeners be surprised? The intensity of the fire...... It is estimated that there is no one alive on the first floor! The audience was dumbfounded for thirty seconds, until the gunfire stopped downstairs, and everyone in the conference room had not yet reacted...... What the hell did it turn into? Could it be that the axemen outside the conference room door got lost?

For such a long time, the pose of the new owner is still posing, even he is wondering, the axe hand can't even tell the difference between the first and second floors, right? The broken wrist held in the air continues to drip blood, and there is already unbearable pain, and this unlucky ghost has not yet jumped out of the numb state.

In the conference room, the expression on only one face was different from everyone, and everyone was continuously surprised, but Jin Chunxiu was surprised first, and then his face turned dark.

And what about the axemen? Of course, the axemen were outside the door of the conference room on the second floor, in the hallway, seven or eight, with guns in hand, and their jaws were falling all over the ground. They waited outside the door to hear the sound of the cup, but when they waited for a deafening shot, they were stunned for a moment, and then raised their feet to the door of the conference room, and the downstairs hall suddenly began to exchange fire like a storm, and the knife and axe men who could not understand the situation were so confused that their legs trembled when they heard it, and they didn't know whether to continue rushing into the conference room, or turn around and go down the stairs to see what was happening in the hall.

The gunfire soon stopped, and the seven or eight axemen were still stupidly in the corridor outside the conference room door!

Is it tolerable or unbearable, the new owner finally put down the arm that was missing half of his wrist, grabbed the wound that was still bleeding with the other hand, and roared angrily: "Someone!"

This voice woke everyone in the conference room, and at the same time, it also woke up the knife and axe hands who were stupid in the corridor on the second floor, and they finally rushed to the door of the conference room.

But this shout was heard in the hall on the first floor, and the hostages, the robbers, Hu Yi, Ma Liang, Shi Cheng, and Su Qing were also included, and they all raised their heads in surprise, could it be that a bullet that didn't have long eyes shot through the ceiling? Is it possible? Wasn't the first shot that ignited the fire of war just now from upstairs? What was the situation above? Was it all a mental illness?

In the conference room on the second floor, the voice of the new owner made Xiao Hongying jump up with a gun, and rushed to the main seat of the long table like a tanuki, and went straight to the back of the new owner's chair.

Bang - the door of the conference room was kicked open by the knife and axe hand, which attracted the eyes of the room to turn sharply, and saw a big man with a gun rushing into the door viciously, and raised his hand to look at several owners at the table: "Don't ...... it?"

It was deafening, and the big-eyed masturbation sounded again.

Xiao Hongying, who was squatting behind the chair of the new owner, raised her eyebrows with her hands flat and big eyes, gritted her teeth and fired three shots in a row, one shot opened the shoulder of the big man, two shots into the ribs, and three shots hit the hip bone.

The big man fell crookedly, and the descendants rushed in again, immediately causing two more gunshots from the side of the room, one shot flew away, and the other shot directly hit the side of the head, half of the eyeballs were broken, and the second person who entered the door fell to his knees with a pop, shook his mind, and fell on the corpse of the predecessor bubbling.

I looked stupid again, the ups and downs were not enough to describe the mood of these audience in the conference room, even the screams were forgotten, just looking, my neck couldn't twist, just looking at it, I turned to the two knife and axe men who were the first to enter the door, and then to the bloody and stupid new owner sitting on the main seat, and then to the gun-wielding girl with a hideous face squatting behind his chair, and behind the smoke of gunpowder, the delicate little face was indescribably weird and terrifying.

What kind of goods is Xiao Hongying? She is reckless, but also clever, and she can be commented on in four words: thick and fine!

According to her temper, she should have killed the new owner directly, but she only broke his right wrist, because now, her gun has no spare magazine, and there are seven bullets in the gun.

So she left the new owner's life behind, and now there is only one bullet left in the gun, and instead of aiming at the door, she put the muzzle of the gun behind the new owner's head: "Let them get out, let them get out, let them get out!"

Three times, as if squeezed out of the small teeth, the speed of speech is extremely fast, no punctuation, continuous crescendo, even the muzzle of the gun began to exert force, the head of the new owner leaned straight forward, and the heat in the trouser leg began to be unaware of it, how could he still speak?

But...... The remaining five or six axemen didn't dare to rush into the conference room again, and they all stuck to the doorside corridor and gasped......