A gunshot from the second floor of the money house caused a masked robber in the lobby on the first floor to accidentally fire his gun, which caused a huge uproar!
Immediately, there were screams of panic from innocent spectators. Some fell down, some trembled all over, and their minds went blank.
Gunshots rang out immediately, and more than a dozen guns began firing at each other in chaos without hesitation!
Unfortunately, the gun had to be raised again and the target had to be aimed again. Unfortunately, the masked robbers were not professional killing machines. They fired randomly in a hurry. Their first thought was without exception to find the nearest cover, even if it was to grab a hostage to use as a shield, or simply throw themselves into the horrified crowd and wrestle together with the innocent people.
Bullets whizzed and debris flew everywhere; Hu Yi, with half his body exposed behind the pillar, did not shrink or hide. He bent his elbows to hold the gun steadily, and was shaken by the recoil of each shooting, as if he was in a thunderstorm; he could not shrink, it was useless to shrink or hide, even if he could survive now, after Ma Liang and Shi Cheng died, he would have nowhere to hide and would still die; abandoning all distractions and executing the tacit agreement between the three of them, suppressing firepower under fire, was the only chance of survival.
It's just a pity that he pulled the gun directly out of the holster at first, and there was no time to change to a long magazine. The short magazine in the gun only had ten rounds, which he thought was too few. He wished he could keep shooting non-stop, because he only had two comrades at the moment, and the few seconds required to change the magazine were so precious, which might even become the opportunity for defeat.
Regardless of whether the hit was made or not, regardless of whether the muzzle was in place or not, he kept pulling the trigger; he fired four shots in quick succession at the first target. He had no time to notice how many shots the unlucky guy had been hit by. He did not waste any more time and quickly fired at the second target, as if he could not see that the pillars beside him were beginning to splatter bullet debris like crazy. He frowned, and missed two shots because the target was running sideways like a rabbit. He immediately headed towards the third target, and four bullets were fired. The flowerpot had shattered, and the soil was leaking. The target hiding behind it might have been hit, but at least he was not sticking his head out to shoot.
As soon as the tenth shell fell to the ground, the short magazine with 10 rounds emptied also fell to the ground, hitting the floor beside his feet with a particularly loud noise. He did not pick it up, and still did not shrink back. In order to save even half a second, he blatantly inserted a 20-round long magazine into the gun on the spot, willing to be a target, not wanting more guns to turn to Shi Cheng or Ma Liang. This is what a machine gunner does, a machine gunner should be crazy, a machine gunner is the backbone, and when he dies, it is also very gorgeous!
Shi Cheng was running, but it felt like he was running very slowly, so slowly that he could see the trajectories of bullets crossing in front of him, one, another, and another; he tilted his head, held the gun in his right hand horizontally, and fired back, and fired back, and fired back again, even if he could not hit the target at all, he would instinctively fight back, and fight back until he died.
Attracting firepower is a life-threatening job, Shi Cheng does not think it is a great job, just like Hu Yi and Ma Liang did not hesitate to let him do it; comrades are like this, they are all grasshoppers on the same rope, no matter you jump in front or fall at the end, if one dies, all die, it is just a matter of order, what is there to argue about sacrifice? Therefore, the surviving comrades are unwilling to accept awards, because the awards are often not given to the living, but unfortunately the dead can't get them either.
Blood suddenly splashed on the shoulder, one by one, very small, round and dark red, floating free in the expanded state and dissipating; the legs felt cold again, and the center of gravity was lost. The floor was getting closer and closer, and suddenly came into contact with the body in inertia. After the heavy pain, I continued to slide, and I got caught on something, and bumped into something. There was a sound of a wooden cabinet collapsing.
After Shi Cheng started, Ma Liang began to move sideways, shooting like a crab, approaching the counter; when he was about to reach the position, a hail of bullets hit him, and he fell down as if he was shot, rolled over, and hit the bottom edge of the side of the counter hard, as if he was dead.
A second later, he suddenly squatted up, bent his back, and jumped up like a spring, grabbing with one hand and climbing over. Unexpectedly, there was a panicked waiter squatting inside the counter, as well as messy chairs and stools. His center of gravity was in the air, so he had no time to choose a place to land. The sound of his fall was mixed with the waiter's panicked screams.
The small tactics in the small space were successful. The position of the counter and the position of Hu Yi's pillar could form a right-angle horizontal shooting. Regardless of Shi Cheng's life or death, and regardless of how much numerical advantage the masked robbers had, Hu Yi and Ma Liang formed the best defensive cover position. Unless the robbers attacked from both sides at the same time, they began to lose the courage to even stick their heads out to shoot, let alone attack.
The sound of bullet shells falling to the ground immediately became sparse, and it was quiet again!
After Hu Yi finally retracted the pillar, he tilted his head to listen to the sound and loaded the empty magazine; Ma Liang squatted behind the counter and began to replace the new magazine; the robbers who had become more despicable were also changing magazines or reloading bullets. There were female hostages lying on the ground crying softly, and there were injured people who could not stand up lying on the ground groaning.
Soldiers always know what they should do; bandits only think about their own interests. Just based on this difference, no matter how big the advantage is, they can't accomplish anything and can only continue to stalemate.
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One minute ago, in the meeting room on the second floor of the bank.
The new boss put on a very arrogant look, raised the cup in his hand high, and acted as if he was Sun Quan in Ganlu Temple.
Unfortunately, the opponent was not the crying Liu Bei, but a wicked and bad-tempered girl.
As a result, the gun went off!
Who could have predicted this? No one could have predicted this. Regardless of whether they were being beaten or watching him being beaten, their brains were collectively short-circuited, their ears were ringing, their chests were stuffy, they felt nauseous, and their jaws dropped.
The 9mm large-caliber pistol bullet almost cut the new owner's wrist, which was raised in the air, in half, and it was bloody as if it had been bitten by a dog. His arm, sleeve, and terrified face were all bleeding, and blood was dripping like a ghost. He was so numb that he didn't feel the pain.
The teacup fell to the ground and shattered with a snap, but the shattering sound seemed particularly loud and harsh, as if it came from the lobby on the first floor below? Everyone in the conference room was stunned!
At the same time, Xiao Hongying, whose gun was still smoking, was also stunned. Those people didn't understand, but she did. How could the teacup break so loudly? Because it was accompanied by the sound of gunfire from downstairs! How could the echo be so loud
Jaws dropped as a sudden storm started downstairs. How could the surprised audience be more surprised? The intensity of the firepower... I guess there was no one alive on the first floor! The whole audience was stunned for 30 seconds until the gunfire stopped downstairs. Everyone in the conference room still hadn't realized what was going on. What was the purpose of the cup-smashing signal? Did the executioner outside the conference room get lost? Did he rush to the first floor
After such a long time, the pose of the new owner was still there. Even he was wondering, could the axeman not even distinguish the first floor from the second floor? The broken wrist in the air continued to drip blood, and the unbearable pain had already been felt, but this unlucky guy had not yet jumped out of the numb state.
In the conference room, only one face had a different expression from everyone else. Everyone was in continuous surprise, but Jin Chunxiu was surprised at first, and then her face turned black.
What about the assassins? Of course, the assassins were outside the second-floor conference room, in the corridor. There were seven or eight of them, guns in hand, their jaws dropped to the ground. They were waiting outside the door to hear the sound of cups breaking, but what they heard was a deafening gunshot. They were stunned for a moment, and then they raised their feet to the conference room door. Suddenly, a violent exchange of fire broke out in the hall downstairs. The assassins, who couldn't understand the situation, were even more confused. Their legs were shaking when they heard it. They didn't know whether to continue to rush into the conference room, or turn around and go down the stairs to see what happened in the hall.
The gunfire soon stopped, but the seven or eight executioners were still standing stupidly in the corridor outside the conference room door without moving!
This was too much to bear. The new owner finally put down his arm with half of his wrist missing, and with his other hand, he fiercely grasped the wound that was still bleeding, and shouted angrily: "Someone come!"
This shout woke up everyone in the conference room, as well as the executioners who were stupidly standing in the corridor on the second floor. They finally rushed towards the door of the conference room.
But the shout was heard in the lobby on the first floor. The hostages, the robbers, including Hu Yi, Ma Liang, Shi Cheng and Su Qing all looked up in surprise. Could it be that a bullet had shot through the ceiling? Is it possible? Wasn't the first shot that ignited the war from upstairs? What was going on up there? Were they all crazy
In the conference room on the second floor, the new boss's shout made Xiao Hongying jump up with a gun in hand, and she rushed to the main seat at the long table like a civet cat, and went straight to the back of the new boss's chair.
The door of the conference room was kicked open by the executioner, attracting everyone's attention. A gunman rushed in with a fierce look, and raised his hand to look at the bosses at the table: "You are not allowed to..."
Bang, bang, bang! It was deafening, and the big-eyed bang sounded again.
Xiao Hongying, who was squatting behind her new boss's chair, held the rifle in both hands, raised her eyebrows, gritted her teeth and fired three shots in a row. One shot cut the big man's shoulder, the second shot entered his ribs, and the third shot hit his hip.
The big man fell to the ground, and the person behind him rushed in again without being able to stop, which immediately led to two more gunshots from the side of the room. One shot shot him away, and the other shot directly hit the side of his head, shattering half of his eyeball. The second person who came in fell to his knees with a thud, swayed listlessly, and fell on the body of the person in front of him, bubbling.
They were stunned again. Ups and downs was not enough to describe the mood of the audience in the conference room. They even forgot to scream and just watched. They could not even turn their necks. They just rolled their eyes, turning to the two executioners who entered the door first, then to the new boss who sat in the main seat with blood all over his face and looked stupid, and then to the girl with a gun and a ferocious face squatting behind his chair. After the smoke rose, that delicate little face looked indescribably weird and terrifying.
What kind of person is Xiao Hongying? She is reckless, but also a little smart. She can be described in four words: rough but meticulous!
According to her temper, she should have killed her new boss directly, but she only broke his right wrist. It was because of this that her gun had no spare magazine. There were seven bullets in the gun. If they were all used up, she would have to remove the magazine and reload them one by one. She would not survive.
So she saved her new owner's life. Now there was only one bullet left in the gun. She stopped aiming at the door and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of her new owner's head: "Let them get out! Let them get out! Let them get out!"
Three times, with such cruelty that it seemed to be squeezed out from between those tiny teeth, the speech was extremely fast, without punctuation, and became increasingly louder. Even the muzzle of the gun began to exert force, pushing the new boss's wimpy head forward. He didn't even realize that his trouser legs were getting hot, so how could he say anything
But... the remaining five or six swordsmen did not dare to rush into the meeting room, and all of them stood in the corridor near the door, gasping for breath...