A rifle usually weighs about three kilograms, and this modified special M4 rifle is slightly heavier. It is more than half a meter long balance and holds the flat end in front of the body with one hand. The muzzle can still be controlled smoothly. The sole of the shoe is silently pressed across the hall of the thick carpet. He squats his back against the wall, so that the muzzle faces the militants who are almost sleeping on the other side. The other three are holding rifles at the door. Finally, the two set up guns, tiptoe to pick up the various guns leaning against the chair, beside the sofa, and throwing various guns on the coffee table. Under Buck's finger, except for a guy sleeping with a rifle, the other guns were taken out of the door. Perhaps some cold wind blew in during this process, and someone turned over and curled up like a dream. At least two muzzles were aimed at him!

Buck nodded with satisfaction and looked at the structure in the hall. On one side was the restaurant and on the other side was the conference room. There were many gunmen lying together with chairs. After the hall was cleaned up, Ah Nu had already replenished the door with a gun. Buck followed the way and took people to clear out the firearms in the restaurant. It was easier there because it seemed that the guns were temporarily used as resting space at night, and the guns were placed further away and against the wall.

More than twenty guns were transferred to the door like relay to the wall leaning against the rain eaves. Buck made a warning gesture to Ah Nu at the door and took the people upstairs!

The whole process lasted for more than half an hour, with only a few people snoring at the quiet rhythm, and the suffocating tension repeated with the orderly movements. The hands and feet of the guys also became smoother. There was only one time when the metal piece on the gun was hit. Fortunately, the pinched it was well at the time and no one woke up.

In fact, Buck is more adaptable to such an environment. The economic conditions and lack of materials seem to be backward, which makes it similar to most small places in Eastern Europe. There is no monitoring equipment or infrared alarm. When Buck pointed to a staircase, a soldier would stand in that position with a gun and then follow the direction he pointed to. Although this movement is a bit slow, it is simple and clear in line with the combat procedures. The six people quickly disappeared at the corner along the mahogany staircase at the back of the hall!

Thanks to the carpet on the floor here, although it is so old that there is a slight creaking of wood, it can still cover up the movement of their footsteps. The legs are basically cross-moving and the steps ensure quietness. Al-Nu is almost alone in the whole hall watching outside the glass door!

Even if he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, the soldiers followed Buck's pace and gradually calmed down. Seeing Buck silently move to the second floor, only two floors, but at the entrance of the corridor here was a gunman who was dozing off. He was tilting his head on the sofa in a circle chair, holding an AK rifle in his hand, lowering his head to face the stairs. Buck silently hooked a guy with his fingers, signaling him to stand in front of the gunman and half-kneel and spread his arms...

He put on a rifle on his back, pointed his hands flat on both sides and asked the other two to point the guns to the passage on both sides. He walked around the back of the sofa chair at the entrance of the stairs, and suddenly twisted the other person's neck!

Before the sentry, who had suddenly woken up from his sleep, his fingers were placed on the trigger ring, and his bounced legs were immediately hugged by the half-kneeling guy in front of him, and a muffled sound came from the neck bone!

The central nervous system of the cervical spine was broken!

This is a technical job, how many times have you practiced to be as skilled as Buck!

The guy holding his legs admires him very much!

The sentry did not make any sound, his eyes were raised and he had not even died, but his whole body was loose and lost control. He was carried by the guy holding his head and neck and holding his legs and placed it flat on the floor, and his life gradually dissipated.

In his mind, Buck recalled observing the room on the upper floor before the middle of the night. From the part that had never been on, some of the old bronze spherical door locks were not locked. More than ten houses were quickly pushed away four of them. Except for a militant leader who was sleeping in a garment lying on the bed in one room, Buck was directly pressed down and stabbed to death on the bed with a knife. The other rooms were empty, full of the atmosphere that had not been used for a long time. The bedding sheets were replaced, and it might have been used by the armed organizations to receive guests.

The remaining room Buck could only use the sharp saber that he had snatched through the fight to pry open the lock tongue. However, this time, Buck just pushed open a door and saw light inside. When he pushed open one-third of the room where the bedside lamp was not turned off, a sudden sound came from: "Baga!"

An East Asian man in a nightgown jumped up in horror and rushed to the pillow, pulling out a pistol from below...

Buck grabbed the dagger in his hand, and used a lot of strength to hold the ball door lock with his other hand. Before he could even pull his rifle, he simply pushed the door open and jumped, and rolled himself in!

The other two gunmen wearing mufflers were lined up behind him on both sides of the doorway, with their feet spreading flat-end rifles close to the door frame, without Buck's cover. Hearing Buck's whispering instructed to shoot, he steadily fired at the figure holding the gun!

The muffler cannot make the rifle silent. In such a quiet night, the sound in such a closed room is actually similar to the sound of a champagne plug, bang bang bang bang!

Buck saw a man jumping up at the table on the other side of the spacious room and threw the saber without hesitation!

It was really just like how he felt when he was playing with this knife. The spindle-shaped handle made of solid steel controlled the center of gravity of the blade very well. Buck, who had never practiced flying knives, threw it out at least in this way. The saber immediately rolled over in the air, and stabbed it in the other party's chest and abdomen with a very powerful force!

A scream was louder than the gunshots of the champagne just now!

Seeing that a human body seemed to be tied up on the bed, Buck only had time to slide the rifle on his shoulder into his hand, and fired two shots to calm the howl. He jumped back to the corridor. Two doors were already opened. The Sulu warriors who poked their heads rushed up and shot!

The terrifyingly quiet corridor just now suddenly sounded like a bean-like gunshot sound!

A East Asian man in pajamas and gold glasses happened to open the door in front of Buck and shout in Japanese. Buck was slammed on his head with a strong gun and collapsed!

The soldiers who were still tiptoing at the entrance of the corridor just now jumped over, followed Buck's guidance, kicked the door open and rushed into the two other rooms that had been locked just now. One of them was probably too anxious and rushed down with one kick!

The sound upstairs suddenly woke up the militants sleeping in the hall below and the restaurant next to him... Well, there should be only one or two people holding rifles in their hands. Several people were confused and didn't notice where their rifles were gone. They subconsciously pulled out the pistol from the cushion on their waists and rushed towards the main staircase more than three meters wide. After all, all the movements came from the upstairs, and the person who woke up in his sleep subconsciously would go there!

The Lao boy who was originally squatting outside the door pushed open the glass door and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand as several people turned their heads in horror!

He was strictly trained by the Hammer and his friends. His rapid and rapid short shot made the warhead splash at most of the militants who were facing his back!

Moreover, his rifle has no muffler, and the crisp gunshots are immediately louder than the noise just now!

Almost all his attention was attracted to him again!

The sentry in the car outside was awakened and opened the door with a loud bang. Magron's rifle rushed forward and fired!

A window on the second floor suddenly opened, and a figure jumped down desperately, but was caught by the gunman who was left in the corner of the house by Ah Nu. However, the man couldn't escape, and seemed to have broken his foot in panic!
Chapter completed!