"Boom..."
Before Wei Debing and Wu Tian could react, another thunderous explosion came from the stairs. The shock wave from the explosion rushed from the corridor to the second floor like a hurricane. Wei Debing and Wu Tian both conditioned to rush towards Jiang Minghao. , Using his own body to keep in front of Jiang Minghao.
Seeing his brother guarding himself in spite of his own safety, Jiang Minghao's heart warmed, but he still complained more about himself, resenting his paralyzed body, which could not help them in any way, but added burden to them.
"Little soldier, you use AK to make a few holes in the floor, fast!" Jiang Minghao said in a choked voice, facing such a lunatic with no skills, he could only give it a try.
"Ah?" Wei Debing said with a look of doubt: "Brother Hao, but I can't see him either. Isn't this gun fired for nothing? Even if you can see it, you know my marksmanship is a waste of bullets!"
"It's okay, I'll tell you the location. You just shoot. Just punch through the floor. Xiaotian, go help that guy. Then throw more grenades at the top of the stairs. The stairs collapsed. To gain time."
"Okay!" Hearing Jiang Minghao's arrangement, Wu Tian took out five grenades from his body without any hesitation, and threw three on the stairs.
"Boom...Boom...Boom..."
The whole building was accompanied by a trembling explosion, as if it was a dangerous building that was crumbling in the earthquake. They were talking about their suffering in the cold wind. These guys would throw bombs if they didn’t agree with each other. If it weren’t for this house is pure marble, it’s estimated. They had already made a landslide.
Jiang Minghao's eyes directly penetrated the floor, watching the five-short and three-thick killer below Wu Tian's sudden bomb exploded to dust. A trace of joy flashed in Jiang Minghao's heart. He pointed at Wei Debing's feet with his chin and said:
"Little soldier, set the AK-47 to burst shooting and make a hole under your feet. That guy is under your feet."
"Oh, okay." Weidebing pulled the bolt, and banged, banged, and banged three shots at his feet. The bullets were like powerful thrusters, directly opening a deep hole in the thick concrete floor.
Jiang Minghao watched the assassin jump to the side, and anxiously Jiang Minghao cursed: "Little soldier, you stupid, don't stop, take five steps back, he is over there."
"Ah? Oh!" With a blank face, Wei Debing fired five shots at five steps behind Jiang Minghao's instructions. The first three bullets directly penetrated the floor, and the last two bullets were like two with poison. The stinging hornet rushed towards the killer downstairs.
"Puff puff..."
The fourth bullet hit him directly on the shoulder. At the moment when the blood bloomed, he dodged sideways. Jiang Minghao's perspective eyes penetrated the floor, staring at the killer, his body's reaction rate and Judging from the evasive actions, he should be a soldier. Jiang Minghao is a little worried. If they are just killers, it is easier to handle them. Once the task cannot be completed, they may retreat. But if they are soldiers, then soldiers. Jiang Minghao's tenacious will, and the unstoppable spirit of not completing the task, will cause even greater difficulties for Jiang Minghao and the others.
The opponent can be hit in the state of blind shot, which makes the enemy downstairs more wary. He moves back and forth in the living room, trying to keep his body in motion, and has just thrown a dozen grenade into the living room. It is certain that the monitor in the living room has been damaged. The killer thought that the only possibility for the people upstairs to find his position through the floor was by listening to the sound, so his current method of opening the road by bombs is invalid.
"stupid······"
The assassin cursed helplessly in the island language, his eyes fixed on the blown-out stairs, and he clearly heard two collisions of metal and cement walls.
"Ding Dong..."
With this impact, a grenade bounced in his direction while hitting the wall. Looking at the grenade flying towards him, the island killer’s eyes shrank sharply, and he turned away after a sudden stop. Pounced over.
"Boom..."
Immediately after this explosion, Jiang Minghao shouted to Wei Debing:
"Little soldier, come on, your three o'clock direction, two meters away, hit hard!"
Jiang Minghao’s voice just ended. Wei Debing picked up the AK-47 and slammed the trigger to the floor. The AK bullets poured out toward the floor without any death. The golden shells were like mass products rolling off the production line. Spilled all over the floor.
"what·······"
As the bullet hit the floor, Wei Debing roared with the gunfire. Each AK-47 bullet hit the floor at a rate of 710 meters per second, directly hitting the floor into a fist-sized one. Hollow, until Weidebing finished pouring all the bullets in his magazine, he stopped breathing heavily, and sweat was already on his forehead.
Looking at the creeping enemy downstairs, Jiang Minghao exhaled deeply, but when his eyes glanced over the assassin's body, the tattered clothes and the scattered drops of blood made Jiang Minghao's heart stunned. Tight, he seemed to feel something was wrong, suddenly his right index finger trembled, and he whispered:
"It's blood, why is there so little blood?"
Jiang Minghao's eyes were slightly squinted. The perspective eyes once again entered the scanner and scanned the whole body of the killer. He found that there was a steel plate hanging on the killer's body. Every bullet shot by Wei Debing was firmly embedded in the steel plate. It just broke his skin, but it was not fatal, Jiang Minghao's heart shook, he still underestimated these killers.
"Xiaotian, little soldier, retreat quickly and move to the third floor." Jiang Minghao suddenly shouted. He moved the wheelchair to the stairway by flipping the button with his finger:
"This guy is covered with steel plates. Unless he explodes his head, even a bomb won't necessarily kill him. Let's evacuate as soon as possible."
At this critical moment, the whistling sound of bullets breaking through the air came from Jiang Minghao’s ears. With the cracking of the window glass on the second floor, a blood flower burst on Jiang Minghao’s shoulder, and he felt his shoulder. As if hit by a truck, the bullet's lingering power was unabated, and he rolled off the wheelchair with Jiang Minghao's body directly.
"Wow..."
Originally, Wu Tian, who was holding a hand thunder in both hands, focused on the stairs. Hearing the sound of rolling, he immediately turned his head, but it was still a step too late. At this time, Jiang Minghao's body had already rolled down the collapsed stairs. Wu Tian let go. He opened the gripped grenade and threw himself on Jiang Minghao's hand. Jiang Minghao was pulled by Wu Tian and hung from the stairs on the second floor with one hand. It was completely a withered leaf, doing it on the branch. In the final struggle, just a breeze, and he will land with the breeze.
Wu Tian gritted his teeth, the blue veins on his forehead violently, the inside of his right arm was just pierced into the muscle by the steel bars in the middle of the floor. The blood followed the arm and hit Jiang Minghao's face like rain, hot blood. Jiang Minghao's heart was burning like a fire, but he couldn't do anything. Jiang Minghao tried hard, but his whole body squirmed a little, except for his muscles, his limbs and body couldn't do anything at all.
Seeing Wu Tian’s sweat on his head and his distorted expression from the pain of being pierced into his muscles by the steel bars, Jiang Minghao’s eyes were once again moist. He was already a useless person, but his brothers never gave up on him. Regardless of his own safety, how could he Jiang Minghao, how can he let these brothers sacrifice their lives to protect him? Jiang Minghao roared with a crying voice:
"Xiaotian, let go and hide. There are snipers. It's not worth it for me to be a useless person."
"Fuck off!" Wu Tian showed a trace of anger on his hideous face, and he yelled, holding back the pain, "Shut up to Lao Tzu, except for my Lao Tzu, Wu Tian has never been afraid of anyone. A sniper is a bird."
"Ah..." Wu Tian roared, using his blood-filled right arm to pull Jiang Minghao desperately. He knew that Jiang Minghao's paralyzed body couldn't be used at all, so he could only rely on it a little bit by himself. He pulled up.
When Wei Debing saw this scene, he had already blocked the window with a cabinet and immediately came to help, but just when he just held Jiang Minghao’s hand and wanted to pull Jiang Minghao up with Wu Tian, he went downstairs. The killer who was stunned by the impact of the bullet and the aftermath of the explosion woke up.
"Da da da······"
Seeing that guy turned over, Wei Debing knew that his previous attack did not kill him. He grabbed the M16 on Wu Tian's neck and shot the killer with a burst, but he turned over and escaped. Weidebing's shooting vision.
Seeing that the killer's consciousness slowly recovered, Jiang Minghao drew up his gun and prepared to target himself, he immediately shouted:
"Little soldier, come on, shoot the grenade on the ground, come on!"
Wei Debing was taken aback for a moment, but he still squeezed the trigger of the M16. As the bullet and the grenade came into contact, a burst of flames burst from the bottom of Jiang Minghao's feet.
"boom·······"
"what·······"
With the explosion of the grenade, Wei Debing and Wu Tian roared together and pulled Jiang Minghao up from the stairs. Jiang Minghao's foot seemed to be struck by the explosion flame and he was pulled up to the second floor.
The three of them lay on the floor, panting hard, Wu Tian didn't care about his bleeding right arm, he laughed to himself, he laughed and roared:
"Cool, it feels damn good to grab someone with death, haha..."
In fact, Jiang Minghao just asked Wei Debing to shoot. To be precise, he was fighting for time with death. This is why Wei Debing was taken aback. Because Jiang Minghao was using his own life to bet that the grenades downstairs exploded, most likely. It was his leg that was injured, but for him who was unaware of his body, as long as the shrapnel did not hurt him, he would not die, so Jiang Minghao decisively let Weide soldiers shoot, so that on the one hand, he can repel the enemy, and on the other hand On the one hand, I also create time for myself.
On the side, Wei Debing looked at Jiang Minghao's blood-soaked legs with shrapnel. There was a trace of fear in his eyes, as if regretting what he had just done. He didn't know whether his shots were right.