Experienced people have already thought about all the key points and what they are about to face before they do it.

Old Brown is exactly this kind of person, even if he is in his seventies, but the habit of being a soldier is still very good.

Before he made his move, he already knew what he would be greeted after killing the three people in front of him in one go, so the moment he killed the third person, he buried it directly in the sofa.

The plan was as simple as that, but he overestimated himself.

Old Brown already felt that his movements were very slow at this moment, and he could only try his best to divert the vital points.

Burst!!! The first shot from the two Russians from the wine rack went straight into his shoulder.

Burst!!! A second shot followed him in the back.

"Humph!"

Old Brown snorted, and the intense pain suddenly hit his senses, and he almost fainted, but he still gritted his teeth, and lay on the sofa and used his last remaining strength to shift the muzzle of the gun and shoot the wine rack.

Bang!!!!!

In order to ensure accuracy, old Brown chose a large area of the enemy's chest.

Burst!!!!! A Russian on the other side of the wine rack looked down at his chest, clutched his chest, and fell in pain.

"Worco !!!"

The only Russian still standing shouted at him as he was drawn attention, but he didn't stop, and he continued to pull the trigger on Old Brown, who was lying on the couch.

Time is equal, and old Brown also pulled the trigger at this moment.

Bang!!!!

Bang!!!!

Two gunshots rang out at about the same time.

The Russians' bullets arrived first, burrowing hard into Old Brown's exposed back.

Burst!!!! The blood exploded, and Old Brown couldn't bear it now, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with fine sweat and slowly collapsed on the sofa, he couldn't even hold the pistol in his hand, so he hung it in his hand.

Meanwhile.

Brown Sr.'s bullet also burrowed into his target.

Burst!!!!! The bullet very accurately penetrated into the heart of the chest of the Russian, who had opened wide open doors, and blew a bloody hole.

"Uh!!"

The last Russian subconsciously looked down at his blood-red chest, and then at the motionless old Brown lying on the sofa, with strong unwillingness in his eyes, and slowly fell to the ground.

The room fell silent for a moment.

A few seconds later, there was movement on the couch.

"Ahem!! Cough!!! ”

Through this dead silence, old Brown, who already knew the outcome, suddenly opened his eyes, and he had recovered from the painful impact.

"Ahem!! Cough!! There are three more ......" Old Brown took a deep breath, ignored his still bleeding back shoulder, forced himself to turn around and lay on the couch, and forcibly held the pistol and pointed it at the door.

He stared at the door, waiting for the three men to arrive, and the old man knew that the room could not hide the gunshots.

Sure enough, there was a rush of footsteps.

"Ahem!!" Old Brown coughed and stared at the door, his hands becoming very steady for a moment.

"What the hell is going on with this gunshot? Boss, didn't you say you want to do business well? ”

As he spoke, Beard led the two of them open the door and rushed in.

The average person receives the feedback from the visual field, which is indeed quite fast, about 200 to 300 milliseconds, but this reaction time also depends on many other factors, including the individual's reaction speed, cognitive ability, attention level, etc.

When receiving more complex information, it takes longer for people to respond appropriately.

So the three of Beard had already given Old Brown the opportunity to shoot the moment they walked in, and coupled with the fact that they saw and received information about the entire room, they had already given Old Brown the opportunity to pull the trigger several times in a row.

Beard's expressions were a little incredulous, they didn't think that it was their own people who died, but they were all shocked when they saw Old Brown lying on the sofa and holding a pistol pointed at him.

"It's not !! good"

“……”

Old Brown grabbed this moment, and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger several times as fast as he could.

Bang bang!!!!

Walking in the forefront, Beard, who was just about to pull out the gun, burst out a few blood splashes, and he looked at Old Brown, who was still pulling the trigger, with a look of unwillingness.

When Beard fell, the rest of the bullets were unstoppable and continued to move forward, hitting the two men behind him.

The two people in the back had already taken out their pistols, but the action was not as fast as the bullets.

Before the guns were pointed at Old Brown and the trigger was pulled, several blood sprays had already erupted from their bodies.

Bang bang bang!!!

Of course, they weren't dead yet, and their movements pulled the trigger with their consciousness before they fell to the ground.

It's a pity that the body has long been deformed, and a few shots have missed, hitting the sofa where Old Brown is lying.

After a few plops, the room fell silent again, except for a few dying breaths.

"Ahem......"

Old Brown emptied the magazine in one breath, and the pistol in his hand had already fallen off and fell to the ground.

"Ahem......"

Old Brown coughed and coughed up blood in his mouth, and he lay on the sofa looking at the void in front of him, but there was a smile in his eyes, as if he saw someone.

"Wait for me, dear, I still have something to do......"

Old Brown took another breath, his still intact left hand trembled, and he took out a bloodstained mobile phone from his arms and put it on the sofa, and pressed the shortcut key by feeling.

The old man no longer had the strength to put the phone to his ear, and he only had his last breath left.

At this moment.

Basement warehouse.

Yorkes was putting the enchanted bullets, one by one, into the cartons.

The shelves in front of him were filled with boxes and boxes of ammunition, and it was a small powder magazine, and it could be said that York's vast expenditure was all on bullets.

In a word, it is generally the bullets that spend the most money when playing with guns.

"The end."

Yorkes buckled the box and pushed it into the shelf, and his day usually ended with the sound of this sentence, and the rest was to take a shower and sleep.

Looking at the neatly stacked and well-sorted cartridges, Yorks nodded in satisfaction and walked to the first floor, but before he could reach the first step, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Who could it be so late?" Yorks pulled out his phone and walked up.

When he saw the caller on the phone screen, York suddenly stopped in place.

"Old Brown?" The old man's late call made Yorkes have a bad premonition in his heart, and he hurriedly answered it.

As soon as it was connected, the phone rang with the voice of old Brown.

"Father York, I'm sorry, but the only person I can contact is you......"

Listening to the sound of the mobile phone, York's face became extremely solemn, and he heard the weakness of old Brown, as if he was in a state of silence.

"Mr. Brown, are you alright?"

"Ahem! It's okay......" Old Brown's voice gradually became as thin as a mosquito, until it disappeared.

"Father, can you come here, there are people in need here......"

Yorkes ended up hearing only one address.