"Pounce~"

The sound of falling to the ground sounded heavily.

Immediately after that, several bullets flew in, some hitting the ground, leaving small cement craters and puffs of smoke and dust rising.

Yes, a headlong into Sandro's thigh.

"Ahh

He let out a cry of pain, his body bouncing like an electric shock.

"Puff puff."

Ethan knocked over one of the men and quickly turned the muzzle of the gun.

With one gun in hand, he quickly pulled the trigger and flew towards Sandro who fell to the ground.

The precise and fierce gunfire forced the two people on the opposite side to drive away.

One of them only felt bitten by a mosquito, and raised his hand to touch his neck, but only touched a large hole.

"Click."

The light in his eyes quickly faded, and the MP5 in his hand fell.

The whole person fell forward and fell to his knees.

As Ethan opened fire, he reached out and grabbed Sandro by the shoulder strap of his bulletproof vest and dragged him into the next compartment as fast as he could, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground before leaning Sandro against the wall.

The deafening gunfire stopped instantly, and the entire underground space was as silent as death.

This guy's face was covered in sweat, and even his hair was wet.

His lips twitched, and he forced a smile at Ethan.

"Smack."

Ethan looked at it quickly, slapped him out, and pulled him to his senses: "It's okay, we can't die, the body armor Matt prepared for us is of good quality." ”

On the chest of this bastard, a small hole was opened in the body armor.

A deformed warhead, embedded in it.

It's a big deal here that the sternum is broken, but the thigh is more troublesome, and I don't know what tissue has been destroyed inside, a flesh hole, and blood is flowing out of it.

"Hey."

Sandro moved his jaw and gasped loudly: "Did you hit my brother, if you do, you can kill me with one shot,"

"I do."

Ignoring the successive roars in front of him, he quickly found a tourniquet from Sandro's body: "How about I help you with a shot?" ”

And the mind to joke, good spirits.

With a bang, the tourniquet tightened, and the bleeding slowed down at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In radar, the light spot moves.

Look at the direction of movement, it is retreating.

If you want to run, no way.

Ethan pulled out another grenade, flashed it to the door frame of the compartment, and threw it hard at the place where the car was parked in his memory.

With a panicked roar, the grenade rang out.

His ears were buzzing, his head was dizzy for a while, and he quickly shook his head, and found an unexpected surprise, a point of light was directly blown up.

"There are only two of them."

Fausto was also dizzy, he thumped his head hard, wiped his cheek again, looked at the blood on his hand and roared:

"What are you afraid of, go up and kill them."

Just now, the grenade exploded on the flat ground, and the fragments flew over, splashing a cloud of sparks less than ten centimeters from his head, and the broken bricks also cut a large hole in his face.

The feeling of brushing shoulders with death freed him from anger.

finally reacted, there are only two people on the other side, and if they don't kill each other, they definitely have no chance to escape, and now they can only fight.

There was a chatter, and Ethan didn't understand it.

Only six points of light were seen slowly approaching in the radar, and one remained in place.

"They're coming."

Sandro grabbed the handguard of the gun and struggled to get up: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

The intense pain frantically stimulated the brain, but he was forced to suppress it with amazing willpower, and his eyes were extremely determined, and he was willing to kill his enemy with his own hands.

"That's right, morphine shots."

Ethan slapped the empty magazine and loaded the last spare one on, "Would you like to get you a shot?" ”

"No, you don't."

Sandro said in a cold sweat: "That thing is addictive." ”

"I can hold on, it's not the first time I've been shot, I know what I'm like."

Doing this kind of black business, but resisting addictive first aid drugs.

The words came out of his mouth, full of dark humor, to which Ethan responded with his middle finger.

Anyway, things are on him, and when he can't stand it, he will naturally use it.

Ethan gripped his gun and slowly walked to the doorframe of the compartment.

The other party was getting closer and closer, and the sound of heavy breathing sounded, although there were only two people, but the stormy attack just now made the remaining people extremely nervous.

Especially the elusive grenade, I don't know if it will fly out of nowhere.

They alternated between them, taking cover from the brick and stone compartments, while leaning forward as hard as they could, and could fall to the ground at any moment.

What you think, what you want.

The grenade is easy to use and fun, and Ethan has enough of it.

He quickly put the three grenades into the space, which was easy to access quickly, as long as he raised his hand, it was one.

"Cover your ears."

Turning around, he said a word to Sandro silently.

"Huh."

Quickly unplugged the safety and threw it outside.

Seeing the round grenade flying out, several people outside were shocked, and quickly rushed forward or into the compartment.

After the explosion, several people relaxed.

In order to prevent the other party from taking advantage of the situation, they all quickly got up and returned to the middle aisle.

The two clashing sounds again, and it happened that a grenade rolled to the feet of a man.

Looking at something at his feet, the man's eyes blinked.

I want to cry and laugh at the same time.

If you don't play like this, can't you just shoot well, this is playing Lai Pi know, and you have to be shameless.

"Bang~"

After the two loud bangs, the whole person was almost blown apart, and the short-lived thoughts were scattered with the blood mist, and they drifted away weakly.

Several others were also overturned.

The scene was extremely tragic.

It blew up three times before Ethan burst out of it, his muzzle raised, and he slammed the trigger.

There was a pop, but the warhead flew into the distance.

A figure was about to rush to the side of the car at this time, and there was only two or three meters left left.

As the gunshots rang out, the ankles cracked into meat sauce.

"Ah~~~"

Fausto's expression of joy instantly turned hideous, and he fell down screaming, gnawing at the dust.

Another shot, and the hand holding the gun exploded instantly.

Looking at the hole in the back of his hand, his mournful screams intensified a little, continuously, and with a little echo in addition to being high.

It looks neutral.

There are always such little clever ghosts, let their subordinates rush forward to die, and they take the opportunity to escape, which is a foolproof choice under normal circumstances.

But who would have thought that he would run into a guy with a lot of grenades on his body.

Fausto's small abacus naturally fell short.

If he had let people hold on to cover, he wouldn't have been cleanly blown up like this.

Scrapping that guy's mobility, Ethan turned his gun.

The guns lit up and bullets flew out suddenly.

Some struggled to raise their guns and were knocked over by several shots, while others tried to crawl away with their hands and feet, and were also crucified to the ground.

After a few seconds, the gunfire stopped completely. (End of chapter)