Just as the stun grenade exploded, Claire arrived outside the building.
There are more than 30 combatants in this team, and it is certainly impossible for them all to squeeze into the door of the room on the third floor where Wade is hiding.
Many people separated and controlled the streets and stairs in front and behind the building to prevent Wade from escaping through the window and stairs.
The sound of the stun grenade also attracted the attention of the combatants.
Claire arrived without stopping, and swung directly from the air above the two fighters guarding outside the building door.
In mid-air, two gray-black whips popped out, and the top instantly turned into a small hammer and swung up.
Duang! Duang!
The two fighters felt a pain at the lower back of their heads and then passed out.
Claire fell silently, and the gray-black small hammer turned into a whip, rolled back the two submachine guns of the combatant and handed them to her.
"Go." Claire was putting away her guns and looked up. Two gray-black threads shot out from behind her and stuck to a window on the third floor. She pulled it and her body immediately flew upwards.
As she left the ground, the gray-black whip hooked away the pistols and magazines of the two unconscious people, retracted behind her, and attached to her waist, becoming a holster and magazine bag.
Feeling the guidance of the gold nugget in her mind, Claire jumped into the third-floor window, silently picked up the bolt with a black silk, got in, and walked through the dark living room.
There was a sound of someone getting up in the bedroom, but before the person came out, she opened the door and rushed out, not forgetting to close the door behind her.
When I walked out of the door, I saw a group of combatants who were still shaking their heads and vomiting.
While her left hand was still pulling the door, she had already raised the submachine gun with her right hand and fired from a crouching position.
Bang bang bang!
A stable shooting posture, a target no farther than fifteen meters away, and the number and distribution of targets already determined make Claire's hit rate extremely high.
This kind of close-range shooting at half-body fixed targets was a compulsory course for her every time she went on vacation to Luke's villa.
It is not for the purpose of training accuracy, but purely to maintain the feel of the gun and avoid the unfamiliarity caused by not touching the gun for a long time.
After a round of submachine gun bullets were fired, more than a dozen fighters on both sides of the door were shot in the lower body and screamed in pain.
Claire smashed the submachine gun against the wall, destroying it, and rushed forward.
All the fighters who fell to the ground and screamed were kicked in the head, ensuring that they could not move for ten minutes.
She then removed the magazines from their guns and pinched the magazine well with her fingers, causing it to deform slightly so that the magazine could not be inserted.
She worked quickly and finished it quickly. The combatants who were blocking the area below had already noticed something was wrong and came up.
Claire originally wanted to have a head-on confrontation with the other party, but the words of the gold nugget made her change her mind. She jumped out of the window next to her, and with the black thin line swinging, she went back into the second-floor window.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, she opened the door and came out from another room. Two teams of fighters had already gone up to the third floor.
She flashed and followed them.
The first team was checking the unconscious people on the ground, and the last two people in the second team turned around vigilantly to guard the stairs.
The two men's eyes went dark, and two fists as big as sandbags hit them in the face.
Claire blocked the two men in front of her and raised the remaining submachine gun.
There was a burst of gunfire, and the eight people who had just come up all fell down again.
At the end, Claire did not forget to shoot the two men she knocked unconscious twice in the legs.
Jin Nugget said this was a tranquilizer gun that could ensure they would stop causing trouble without killing anyone.
Claire had no intention of killing anyone. She was a big star and was satisfied as long as she could stop the crime from happening.
After destroying the weapons of these people, she stuffed the two pistols and the submachine gun on her body through the hole in the door at the reminder of Jin Nugget, then turned and left.
She was a little surprised again: "Aren't we going to save the people inside?"
Nugget: "Ignore him, that guy is not human. Well, not a normal person, he will be alive and kicking in a few minutes at most. I'm hungry, clean up the rest of the people, and we'll go home to take a bath and have a midnight snack."
Claire was still curious: "Who is that guy? Do you hate him?"
Nugget: "I don't hate him, but not many people like him. This guy likes to commit suicide, you will have a chance to see him again sooner or later."
The man and the dog chatted while going downstairs to clean up the remaining people.
In New York, Luke said, "Have all the fingerprints been cleaned up? Carol, take Lorna with you, go out the window immediately, and then go to the place I gave you. Remember, don't let Lorna expose her abilities at will, understand?"
In an apartment just one room away from Wade, Carol listened to the voice coming from the headphones, nodded and whispered, "I understand."
Then she grabbed Lorna and jumped out of the window, not forgetting to close the window with her toes.
Carol was extremely agile. Even with Lorna on her back, she easily climbed from the third floor to the second floor and then jumped down.
After landing, the two women ran away in the alley.
Wade in the room looked at the guns stuffed in the doorway in surprise: "Hey, they surrendered just because of a stun grenade? This generation of mercenaries is no good."
Vanessa quickly came out of the kitchen and handed him the phone: "Your friend called."
Wade: "Did he ask me to pay back the money?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes, "No."
Wade then took the phone with Xiao Zuo, and before he could speak, he heard a familiar low British accent: "I'll ask someone to help you deal with the people outside, leave quickly and go to this address. Be careful not to be targeted again, I can't save your wife every time."
Wade was stunned: "I don't need you... Uh"
The phone was hung up with a tone.
Vanessa looked at him. "What? Is there a problem?"
Wade didn't care: "Come on, we can leave now."
Vanessa: "Are those people still outside?"
Wade: "Hey, my friend took care of them."
Having said that, the guy still propped himself up and walked to the door, picked up the two pistols and magazines, held them in his hands, and then opened the door.
He poked his head out to look around, then walked out with a look of surprise on his face: "It's really solved? Could it be that... that guy has a crush on me, so he's watching my every move? Hmm, wait, could it be Vanessa..."
Vanessa also came out from behind him: "What?"
Wade: "It's okay, let's go. Um, my butt seems to have been hit, you hold me up."
Vanessa looked disgusted, but still helped him downstairs quickly.
She didn't know that someone was muttering in his heart: Maybe V still has bad intentions towards Vanessa? Otherwise, why did he mention saving her again? And last time he knew I wanted to watch me take a bath in the bathroom, he must be a voyeur, right
No, no, no, what if V is trying to use Vanessa to stir up my jealousy and make me fall in love with him! Yes, that must be it. Wade was just thinking about it, and was supported by Vanessa and left the apartment building.