By the time the grenades exploded one after another, Ethan had already gotten into the fire hallway.

The battle is also going on here.

The hollow-shaped staircase was extraordinarily spacious, with bullets shuttling back and forth from upstairs and downstairs, and the sound of gunfire in such places almost burst to the ears, and the concrete steps and the ground were cracked by bullets to open countless small craters.

"Bang."

As soon as he thought about the situation, a man fell from the sky and smashed him to the ground.

Beatrice leaned her back against the wall and lashed out at it.

The gunfire lit up her face.

The top female killer should not be underestimated, and Ethan has been delayed for a while, she has already killed the two in the fire staircase, and the air is full of the smell of gunpowder after burning.

Upstairs, too, is ferocious.

The empty shell stumbled down the stairs, bouncing and falling down, several men shooting at each other, blocking her position.

You can't be pressed down on the first floor, you have to have room to move.

If you have some things yourself, you must be prepared for others to have them, and you can't underestimate the weapons and equipment collection ability of a killer organization, and if you are trapped in such a small corner, you really have to drop two grenades.

It was so powerful that it could stun them.

Ethan's Colt had reappeared, snapping a few shots at the barrel sticking out of it.

Although the other party is just a flash.

But his accurate marksmanship is vividly displayed here, the small barrel of the gun is stunned, and the spark is ejected, and at the same time, the person with the gun stumbles violently, and his body is crooked to the side.

"Bang~"

The last bullet was struck by the hammer and the primer was struck.

Gunpowder burns quickly.

The warhead came out of its chamber, spun at high speed, flew upward, snapped into the man's temple, and rushed out with a trail of blood from the other side.

The guy's head flicked.

Without making a sound, his body fell over the iron railing of the low staircase, tumbling and falling from the second floor.

"Reload!"

Beatrice let out a low growl, her footsteps quickly backing away.

"Huh."

Colt thrust back into the holster on his thigh, and Ethan quickly picked up the MP5 submachine gun under his armpit and flew away, swapping positions with her in a breath.

"Poof~~~"

The short and sharp submachine gun roared.

The two men crouching in the corner above had just heard Beatrice's cries and were about to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, when they were pressed back by several bullets, convulsing in the corner.

The mist that kicked up turned the whole corner red.

Ethan's figure swept rapidly, scurrying upwards to the corner.

"Bang dang."

A thing bounced from it and flew towards him, tumbling to his feet, his heart pounding, pumping his blood with great force.

Adrenaline rushes.

When the grenade jumps, every stripe on the surface is clearly visible to him.

Gripping the handle of the gun tightly, his right foot was withdrawn with lightning speed.

Steady, accurate, ruthless.

A kick slammed into the grenade that suddenly flew down, and the latter flew high into the atrium of the hollow-shaped staircase at an even faster speed.

"Bang !!"

A violent explosion echoed through the fire staircase.

Ethan's ears shook, and he felt a constant buzzing sound, and only a few faint howls could be heard.

Lightheadedness.

Cement crumbs crackled and hit his body, and another broken arm fell in front of him, and there was a trace of heat coming out of it, which made people sick to watch.

Ignoring the impact of the explosion, he continued to rush upward.

Meanwhile.

The fire door on the second floor rumbled open, and several hideous-looking guys rushed out together, Ethan took the lead in pulling the trigger with angry eyes, and the MP5 submachine gun continued to sound, and the bullets rained upward.

The two rolled back with a mist of blood.

The other man was shot in the abdomen and fell forward with a roar.

The guy kept tumbling down the stairs, and despite the gun in his hand falling, he desperately pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed Ethan with a cold light.

"Click."

MP5 submachine gun air fire.

The man threw himself in front of him, his arms raised.

Ethan reflexively stomped forward with his combat boots like lightning, and stomped the guy's neck, knocking the opponent's head backwards and slamming it down the concrete steps.

Although the sound is not very audible.

But it was still obvious that the other party's neck bone was broken instantly.

At this time, the opponent's dagger also stabbed his leg, but he lost his strength to support it, and the sharp tip of the knife broke through his pants and entered the skin less than a centimeter before he was forced to stop, and he could no longer stab a little more distance.

"Hmph~"

Gritting his teeth and snorting, the stinging pain in his leg made him crush again.

The old black head at his feet was tilted to one side, his eyes quickly darkened, and his raised arm hung limply down the stairs, causing the dagger to bounce and fall downstairs.

The man was stomped to death, and Ethan dropped the MP5.

He gritted his teeth and pulled the two Glocks out of his waist and continued to rush up.

The two guns fired in unison, and the crisp sounded sound.

It was all luck to kick the grenade just now, and luck can't always be on your side, you must take this opportunity to kill all the few people left in the stairs, just like taking advantage of his illness and killing him.

The gunfire flashed, and the trigger was pulled wildly.

The few people who were injured and stunned by the explosion were all taken away by him in waves, and before they could recover from the explosion, they all returned to their hometowns.

At this time, the movement in the fire staircase finally stopped.

Ethan leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

While on guard, the other hand rubbed quickly on both ears, trying to restore hearing as soon as possible, and the mouth kept opening and closing, making a yawn.

Whether it works or not, try it and talk about it.

He was now aiming his gun at the fire door on the third floor, beware of someone rushing out of the room.

This fire staircase is safe for them for the time being, the staircase to the fourth floor has been sealed, and they can only go over the second floor to the third floor, and the passage up is somewhere else.

"Oh my God."

Beatrice dodged through the fire door on the second floor, dodging a corpse on the ground and coming to Ethan's side:

"I'll be on guard, you can change the ammunition!"

The voice was a little erratic, but audible.

Ethan retracted both hands at the same time, quickly inserted the two Glocks back into his tactical belt, and then pulled out the spare magazines on his waist for the AR15 and the submachine gun, and threw the empty magazines to the ground.

There are bullet casings everywhere around.

The corpses were strewn and scattered, blood dripping down the steps.

A hellish sight.

When it comes to real combat, no matter how accurate the marksmanship is, there is no guarantee that a single bullet can kill a person, and it is necessary to suppress it and replenish the gun.

This thing consumes very quickly.

Changing the magazine here is also a temporary recuperation.

It seems that he just shoots, and there is no big movement, but under the mental pressure of being hit by bullets at any time, all body movements must maintain a high degree of concentration, which is also quite a huge consumption of physical energy.

On the stairs, the breathing of both of them seemed very heavy.

(End of chapter)