The flames flashed.

People, floor tiles, desks, chairs......

The bullets were like meat grinders, and everywhere they went, without exception, were beaten into a sieve.

The smoke of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood, scorching and pungent.

Gu Ji's heart "chuckled", jumped suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he watched the crimson blood flow down the cracks of the tiles, dyeing all the white.

Is this a crisis?

This is obviously a massacre! One-sided, indiscriminate slaughter!!

Even if Gu Ji had seen many cases of terrorist attacks in class, it was far less terrifying than the multiple stimuli mixed with sight, taste, and sound in front of him.

Suddenly.

The muzzle of the gun was turned again, pointing at another dead corner in the room.

A slightly rusty AK-47, no, judging by the all-inclusive ring crosshairs, as well as the bakelite metal butt that folds to the right, this is an imitation of the Xia Kingdom: a Type 56-2 submachine gun!

Xia Guo once exported a large number of 56 punches, which are widely circulated in the Middle East and African countries because of their simple leather and durability and low cost.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Gu Ji noticed the opponent's offensive action just now: marching against the wall, cutting corners and shooting!

Minimize body exposure, suppress enemy safety angles, narrow the shooting range, and increase reaction speed.

That is, this thug understands CQB - indoor close-quarters combat!

Retired Secret Service?

Mercenary?

Just when Gu Ji was thinking about the identity of the other party.

Tread, tread.

Heavy footsteps stepped into the office without warning.

It was a pair of worn-out black casual shoes, with rubber soles pressed against the blood-covered tiles, "poof", "poof", and when the foot was lifted, it would bring up the brush.

Along the heel up, is a beige double camouflage uniform, with a red scarf on the neckline, with a white printed pattern on it, the person looks twenty-seven or eighteen, dark skin, sunken eyes, thick lips, bald head, not strong, but the arms with guns are distinct and muscular, and they look very lean.

Soldier?

Gu Ji couldn't have imagined that the thugs who attacked the airport turned out to be professional soldiers.

The background setting of this game is a bit outrageous, even if Ethiopia has a long civil war, but "soldiers do not hurt the people" This is the consensus.

Not to mention the international occasion of the capital airport, where a large number of foreign passengers are killed, it will definitely cause a world shock!

Upon entering the house, the thick-lipped black man began to examine the "corpse", and the bald policeman was unfortunately shot twice more.

The 7.62×39mm M43 mid-power projectile shooting in a confined room is far more exaggerated than what is shown in film and television games.

Even through the iron sheet of the wardrobe, it shook Gu Ji's ears and itched.

The office was originally not large, and the distance between the thick-lipped black man and the wardrobe was even less than two meters during several moves, but he still did not rashly choose to do it.

Even with the game enhancement, he is convinced of the famous saying: "Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate".

In film and television works, many plots of grabbing guns with bare hands are fake.

The real situation is that in a high-tension and high-pressure combat environment, the nerves of gun-wielding gangsters are tense all the time, and they will shoot immediately at the slightest abnormal movement.

Automatic rifles fire continuously at close range, not to mention people, dogs are hard to dodge!

And from the moment this soldier entered the house, he had always followed the principle of sticking to the wall, and he had never exposed his back to Gu Ji, and he was extremely vigilant.

A lap of inspection is complete.

All that was left was the sofa on the wall of the doorway, and the dilapidated filing cabinet and changing closet next to it.

Phew, the thick-lipped black man raised the muzzle of his gun and slowly walked forward with a hunched waist.

Suffered.

He was going to inspect every dead end.

It's not going to stay alive!

A chill seeped straight from the tail vertebrae to the scalp, Gu Ji pursed his dry lips, cut off the luck, and a touch of evil flashed in his eyes; He is also a human being, and he is also physically afraid, but since he chose to go to the police academy and become a policeman, he will face all the most vicious gangsters in the future, and you must be more evil than them to deal with these guys.

When cowards?

Hehe.

Who the isn't two shoulders against one head!

Gu Ji's face was gloomy, and there was only one chance to survive in front of him now.

It's to grab the gun!

SWAT CQB Advanced Skills Class, Tactical Points of Grabbing a Gun with Bare Hands:

1. Act quickly and clearly, without the slightest hesitation;

2. Distract the gun owner as much as possible;

3. Avoid the muzzle firing line;

4. Take advantage of the fact that the torque of the gun body or sliding sleeve is larger than that of the grip, and try your best to control the enemy's gun or the hand holding the gun;

Fifth, the main purpose is to control the opponent's weapon, and other attacks that can't help grab the gun are superfluous, remember, you only have one chance!

Gu Ji's brain has never been so calm as it is now, and in the college police tactical operation handling class, the teacher has talked about all the key skills about grabbing a gun with his bare hands, like a marquee, all in front of him.

"I had to find a way to distract the other person before I grabbed the gun."

His eyes flashed, and the sour undershirt on his face came into view, and a rough action strategy was slowly built in his heart, "The moment you open the door, throw out the undershirt, which can attract the attention of the target and cover the sight of the shot, and the attack should take the way of diving and pounce to avoid frontal strafing......"

As he moved, he stared at the height of the opponent's gun, estimating the extent of the dive.

"The plan is feasible, just do it: open the door, throw clothes at the upper part of the target's chest, and at the same time dive and pounce, clamp the wrist to grab the gun, the action must be fast, open the door, lose the clothes, pounce, grab the gun, four steps in one, open, throw, pounce, grab, open and throw and pounce ......"

Gu Ji clutched his undershirt tightly, repeatedly reciting the offensive strategy in his heart, strengthening his memory, and with the metal muzzle of the thick-lipped soldier shaking, and the black rubber shoes that were getting closer and closer, he read faster and faster.

And at the moment when the nerves are tense to the extreme.

Shoes, stopped.

The air seemed to freeze, and Gu Ji didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

At this time, the two sides are about two steps away, and the thick-lipped soldier's right index finger is lightly raised and placed on the trigger.

The other side is going to shoot!

Can't wait any longer!!

Gu Ji bent his knees and twisted his waist, his toes were like hooks, plowing slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

Smack——!

The huge iron sheet shook, the door opened, and a blue undershirt was thrown out at the same time, Gu Ji kicked the cabinet wall wildly with his hind feet, his spine was like a bow and dived, his body suddenly collapsed and pounced, and the thick-lipped black man was frightened, his arm trembled, and he instinctively pulled the trigger wildly, and da-da!

56-2 The muzzle of the submachine gun erupts like a cannon, and the undershirt is instantly crumbled.

Unexpectedly, a yellow shadow flashed from the side to the lower abdomen in vain, it was the violent Gu Ji, waving his left hand, pincering the right wrist holding the gun, his right arm around his leg, and his shoulder was like a rhinoceros top horn, bang!

A bump, a hook.

The huge impact inertia caused the two of them to fly upside down in an instant.

In mid-air, the muzzle of the gun rose by inertia, and the ballistic trajectory swept across the plaster ceiling in an arc, poof, leaving a long series of holes, and finally, with a loud "bang", the black man's back slammed heavily on the desk, his eyes were dark, and his head buzzed, and the rifle was thrown out of his hand!

Gu Ji fell to the ground at the same time, blood splattered on his face, bloodshot eyes flashed, and he quickly confirmed the position of the 56-2 rush, stretched out his leg and kicked it away.

But suddenly, there was a subtle sound of metal grinding.

The sound is so familiar!

The cold light in his eyes suddenly condensed, his upper body collapsed, and his left hand was already clasped to the right wrist of the thick-lipped black man like a tiger's claw, and his movements were fast, and the latter had just pulled out a black pistol from his waist: Beretta M92F!

Bang! Bang!

While the two were wrestling with each other, the black man's trigger was pulled, and the bullet pierced the wooden plank of the desk above his head, and the sparse sawdust mixed with gunsmoke splashed in front of him.

Squinting, visual reception of information is reduced, and reflexes become slower.

There are defensive flaws!

Gu Ji's eyebrows flashed with gloom, seized the opportunity, twisted his hips, parted his legs, straddled the black man's chest like a python, clamped his right arm, dragged the wrist of the gun with both hands, stuck the elbow joint at the base of the leg, and twisted to the left at the same time, sat back on his buttocks, and arched his waist and abdomen hard.

Police grappling: wrist arm!

Click!

"Ah——!h

The thick-lipped black man screamed, Gu Ji exerted his strength ruthlessly and desperately, and his right arm was instantly twisted and broken from the middle, making the scalp numb, and the wrist was as soft as boneless.

Grab the gun, pull out, adjust your shooting stance, bang bang!

Pull the trigger twice in a row to fire rapidly, one in the abdomen, one in the chest, the thick lips The black man's eyes bulged out, his black face turned red, and his left arm holding the knife froze in the air, leaving only Sen Ran's pupils, staring at Gu Ji, as if he was going to tear the other party apart.

Can be in the next second!

Bang!

The thick-lipped black man's eyes finally lost their lustre, and there was a bloody hole in his forehead, and the blood was like a fountain, surging out from the back of his head, poof, and spilling on the wall!