As a member of the band, "Cello" is already gloomy.
Although as early as when he accepted the task, he already had a foreboding that this would be a "play" with back and forth, but he didn't say anything that he thought that his team, which was just about to reach the end, was walking. At the last step, I was caught in a dilemma.
Hands** and C4** ran out when they rushed into the small building. Even the ammunition that he carries with him is running out. The *** on his body was intended to blow up the underground building of the Special Ministry, and it was planned to be used near the stairs.
But who would have thought of being hit back and forth at the top of the stairs
It stands to reason that this team is coming in all the way from the outside, shouldn't there be people from the special department behind him? But who on earth was shooting behind
"Piccolo, are you ready? I'm almost out of ammunition to hold it."
The cat was at the corner of the corridor, and the cello stretched out his hand in the direction from the gunshot, firing in the direction of someone based on the feeling.
Because he didn't pay attention to someone behind him, when he arrived at the top of the stairs, the cello was shot right in the left shoulder. Because there was no time to stop the bleeding, as the blood passed, the cello gradually felt dizzy and his hands and feet became cold.
"There are still two short, you can hold on. The bottom of the stairs has been transformed into a warehouse with cleaning tools! So I need to find the installation point again."
Across the wall of the stairwell, although the sound of Piccolo sounded a little dull, it probably meant not difficult to hear clearly.
"Fuck!"
The cello said irritably, leaning against the wall and waiting for the gunfire from both sides of the corridor to stop.
Although Cello knew in his heart that his team successfully broke into the headquarters of the Special Operations Department, it was already a very remarkable thing, and he knew better that he had no chance to walk out of the door of the Special Operations Department alive. But this is precisely what makes the cello more pursuing the perfection of this "performance".
Since the arrival is carried out vigorously, how can the ending be dull? Anticlimax is not perfect.
The cello stretched out his right hand and fired randomly to frighten the opponent. At the same time, he moved the injured left arm with difficulty, and took out a pack of soft-packed cigarettes from his pocket with his left hand.
Two trembling cigarettes of the cello dangled in his mouth, and then the packing box and a few deformed cigarettes were scattered on the dusty ground.
Even if there is no ignition, it is very comfortable to be able to squeeze a stick in the mouth.
The cello thought, but suddenly there was a sound of Ding Litong in his ear, like the sound of an empty can falling down.
What the hell…
The cello lowered his head and saw a tin can covered with gray walls and a bunch of pink things he didn't know what it was rolled under his feet.
It's not a hand **, there is no danger.
This thought came into the cello's mind, but before the cello could see what was thrown by the group of people who appeared behind him, a bullet directly hit the non-heavy jar, and suddenly a piece of white appeared in front of the cello. Of smoke.
Throwing this thing in the building at this time... Isn't it enough to support you
Now that he has figured out the position of the enemy at both ends of the corridor, he no longer depends on sight for shooting. What's the use of throwing *** at this time
The cello sneered and raised his gun and fired in the direction where the *** thrown it, pulling the trigger with a feeling, and mechanically replaced one magazine after another.
idiot!
The cello couldn't help sighing in his heart, until he found that his eyes began to burn uncontrollably and began to cry.
Even the wound on the shoulder began to feel tingling.
"Piccolo! Didn't you fucking pretend to finish?"
The cello was very annoyed and took the cigarette from his mouth and shouted loudly to the bottom of the stairs.
"Immediately..."
Piccolo shouted loudly downstairs, but it was not just Piccolo's answer that responded to the cello, but also a familiar gunshot.
"Piccolo?"
The cello was startled, and subconsciously moved away from the wall he was leaning against, enduring the dizziness caused by the blood loss and staggering to rush down the stairs.
Now, those guys in the hallway are no longer important...
In other words, apart from completing the task, everything else is no longer important. As long as Heihede's plan can be implemented smoothly, what does it matter to account for such a life here
"Piccolo?"
In the case of eyes that are too painful to open and dizzy, even if the direction of the cello is good, he can't walk down the stairs steadily.
What's more, the special members on both sides of the corridor have no firepower to contain, and it is naturally impossible to let go of such a good opportunity to kill the intruder.
So when the cello's head slammed into the wall of the corridor, with a gust of fist, a tough guy slammed his head against him.
"Sister Bi Fang? I still have bullets here!"
Jiang Yang covered his head with a plastic bag that Wang Kaijun had turned out from nowhere, fumbled and handed the gun in his hand to Bi Fang angrily. Then in my heart silently sighed the fierceness of this beautiful student.
Open your eyes and rush into the special smoke of Wang Kaijun, this sister is too reckless!
"Thanks a lot."
Bi Fang responded that his voice was too dumb to distinguish between men and women, but this kind of voice was particularly shocking in Jiang Yang's ears.
"You killed the hedgehog!"
Bi Fang said this, because a cello who had accidentally taken off his pistol by Bi Fang heard such a sound, and grinned with his skinny mouth.
"Hedgehog? Which is a hedgehog? I'm sorry, many people died in my hands."
The cello spoke softly, although he was pressed against the wall with his back, but he didn't show any panic.
When Bi Fang heard the other party's words, he frowned slightly. Although the other party was provoking him in his heart, he still became uncontrollably irritable.
"After I get down, help me bring a sentence to the hedgehog, saying that my old lady has avenged him!"
Bi Fang spoke fiercely, pressing the pistol against the opponent's forehead, his facial expression slightly distorted.
Just when Bi Fang put his muzzle on the head of the cello, a strange but hurried sound was heard from the watch on the cello's hand.
Listening to the ringtones from the watch, the cello's mouth grew wider and wider. Although his eyes were still closed, his face still had a smug that could not be hidden.
"I think it's better for you to tell him this sentence."
Bi Fang frowned and looked at the brightly smiling but very crazy face in front of him, a faint uneasiness in his heart.
"In five seconds, huge fireworks will appear in the stairwell of this house..."
The cello closed his eyes and said, with a cheerful expression as if he had seen the scene of the fireworks exploding.
"It couldn't be more perfect to use a firework as a band's curtain call, what do you think?"
Under Bi Fang's gaze, which gradually became horrified, the cello suddenly opened the stimulated and bloodshot eyes, and looked at the girl in front of him who had already begun to realize what was going to happen.
"It's wonderful to think about it. With a "bang", the Special Operations Department exploded! Hahahaha!"
Following the hoarse and unpleasant laugh of the cello, Bi Fang stepped back in horror, then suddenly pushed Jiang Yang, who had been following her, out of the stairwell, and fell to the ground in a panic.
However, the sound that seemed like a devil always returned to Bi Fang's ears.
"This performance... is it a surprise?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)