All the gunmen nodded in unison.
The brutality of this boss is still very famous, and they can't afford it.
One of his subordinates gathered together: "Sir, the people on the roof are ready."
"Now, go up for me, kill that baby, and kill that Mr. Smith by the way. By the way, kill that nanny too." The bearded man stood up, took out his gun and waved it.
The gunmen immediately filed forward.
bang bang bang!
Clap clap!
boom!
Crash!
ah ah!
After a while, the gunman in the front had rushed to the fifth floor and started a fierce exchange of fire with someone.
The last gunman had just returned to the second floor of the staircase, and the bearded man followed with his gun.
When he stepped onto the third floor, Luke, who was dressed in gray and black, just stepped into the open door of the apartment building.
Looking sideways at the gunmen swarming up, he shook his head in his heart: Sure enough, he was a member of the gang, and there was not even a person guarding the gate left behind.
Thinking about it, they thought that if more than 50 people rushed up, they would definitely eat that Mr. Smith.
With that in mind, Luke took out a handful of p226 from his armpit, and then unhurriedly took out the long muffler and installed it.
Today he is here to shoot black guns, and the movement can be as small as possible.
After a piece of broken glass fell, a black-clothed gunman hit the ground on the first floor with a thud.
Luke glanced down and chuckled inwardly.
This guy broke through the glass of the skylight and fell down, but a hole was opened in his chest, and the cable descent turned into a jump from a building, and he died properly.
Choosing the corner of the second floor, the muzzle of the gun in his hand aimed obliquely at the gunmen at the stairs on the fifth floor.
despair! despair! despair! despair!
The four gunmen who had just reached the fifth floor fell to the ground.
Three of them were silent, only one guy was screaming.
The muffler still has a little impact on your hit rate. Luke evaluated it in his heart, which is not surprising.
The muffler is not a complete silencer.
In the movie, it is basically impossible to shoot a gun with a bang bang bang, and when the silencer is installed, it will become a chi chi chi, just like a silent pistol.
After his p226 hit the muffler, it only changed the sound of the gun to a jet sound similar to that of a nail gun, and covered up the muzzle flame.
In the apartment building filled with all kinds of noise at the moment, it's about the same effect as a silent pistol.
Luke was not greedy for merit, and after knocking down four people, he paused for a moment.
He paid attention to the reactions of these gunmen, especially the bearded man.
Although this guy has a pale and swollen ugly face, his professional level is really good.
If you have time, go ask old g if you know the name of this forensic behavioral consultant.
But obviously, the bearded boss didn't expect a sneak attack to appear, and his attention was all attracted by the fierce exchange of fire upstairs.
Luke continued to attack decisively.
despair! despair! despair! despair!
Four gunmen fell again, this time none were alive.
Luke quickly retracted his body.
The bearded man glanced down knowingly, obviously feeling something was wrong.
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched: Sure enough, he is an expert.
His figure left here quickly, pierced through a house next to it, shot out the hook rope, and went straight to the roof.
When he attacked just now, four gunmen descended from the roof.
Luke didn't think these guys would keep people on the roof.
When he reached the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath, turned up, looked in front of a broken skylight, and then moved to another skylight seven or eight meters away.
This is near where Smith is located.
He put his head down and raised the gun, pointing the muzzle obliquely downward.
despair! despair!
The back of the head of the two guys who swiped with uzi blossomed.
Luke quickly moved to another skylight.
despair! despair! despair!
Three lined up, the imposing gunmen fell one by one.
It's like popping a balloon, a child's game! Luke hehe in his heart.
Just as he was having a great time playing black guns, Mr. Smith below showed his might.
I saw him stepping on a table, jumping up, and the two guns in his hands were slapping and firing wildly while spinning.
Several balls of blood burst out from the four gunmen who surrounded him on the left and right sides, and they fell to the ground screaming.
Landing a roll, lying on his back on a flatbed, the huge momentum brought the flatbed to slide out quickly.
Clap clap!
The two gunmen who had just rushed up from the fifth floor rolled down.
The flatbed also hit a gunman who had just rushed out from behind. Mr. Smith took advantage of the momentum and moved the muzzle up, aiming at the head of the bent gunman.
Snapped!
Rolling over to a pile of miscellaneous shelves on the side, Mr. Smith threw away the hk-p7 and p226 in his hand, and picked up the hk416 from the shelf.
Bang bang bang bang!
The two gunmen who emerged from the other side of the shelf were knocked out of the way.
He grabbed a long skateboard from the shelf and put it on the ground. He lay on it and kicked his legs on the shelf.
The skateboard took him through the racks.
Bang bang bang bang!
After sliding past the surrounding gunmen, the hk416 gun in Mr. Smith's hand fired left and right, hitting several gunmen screaming and screaming.
Taking advantage of the last bit of opportunity, he replaced a magazine, and the skateboard just rushed out of the area where the rack was.
Seven or eight gunmen were walking roughly in a circle, but their guns were pointing at the pile of shelves.
Mr. Smith, leaning on his skateboard, darted into the circle.
Bang bang bang bang!
The legs kicked continuously on the ground, and the skateboard drew a large arc on the ground.
Mr. Smith didn't even need to move the muzzle of the gun too much, let it be driven by the body to draw a circle, slanting out a series of bullets on every gunman it passed by.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Seven or eight gunmen fell to the ground one by one.
Luke watched in admiration from the skylight. This guy Smith is really powerful!
Glancing towards the stairs again, he almost laughed out loud.
The bearded man had already started to run... down, and his four confidantes followed closely behind him, running resolutely.
Only the last batch of unlucky gunmen who rushed to the fifth floor were chased by Smith, who had entered a berserk state, and called them one by one with hk416.
Smith roared in his heart at this moment: Made! Just your weapons! I also have it now!
He has been living in poverty recently, and he has to save even bullets. Last night, he fought with dozens of gunmen, which made him very embarrassed and took a breath.
Now that he has obtained a batch of excellent firearms with a lot of bullets, he is finally relieved of his suffocation.
With this majestic Mr. Smith, who beat up a group of people, Luke didn't do anything anymore, and put the p226 back under his armpit.
On the fifth floor, the bang bang bang gunfire stopped after a while.
Luke admired in his heart.
This guy Smith's marksmanship is absolutely top-notch. Although it's not to the point of headshots, every time HK416 shoots a short burst, the shooter will inevitably fall down.
In just over ten seconds, the remaining gunmen were all knocked down.