"Ope, you are not satisfied with this. Do you want to die a few people to prove that you are more capable?" When he said this, Lao Buer paid attention to the opposite side.

Several Swat team members had brief eye contact from time to time just now.

Boole was very calm: Only fools like Ope who are not good at using his brains feel that their subordinates will follow him.

How many of the police and swat team members here stayed because of their previous positions and loyalty? They are all thinking about grouping together to save their lives.

So whoever can lead everyone to survive will be the boss.

Ope, dead.

Oppe looked disdainfully: "You still like to argue so much. Without your plan, we can already retreat to a safer place on the periphery, rob several supermarkets and gun shops, and have everything, and there will be no big problem of bullet shortage at all."

Bull looked sarcastic: "You dare not even take advantage of the monsters being led away and driving out supplies. You really have the courage to fight those people on the periphery? Their guns and weapons are more than us. Now bullets are not easy to use to kill monsters, but the efficiency of killing people has not changed."

Ope was speechless. He was usually responsible for the actions, so how could he be the opponent of Boer, a half-politician, who was usually the main person in charge of the move.

"Catch him." Ope lost his patience and waved to him.

In addition to two people, there were four Swat team members and six policemen in the room.

But the swat team members' tactical level is much higher than that of the police, and he doesn't think anyone on the other side will risk their lives to save Boole.

The smile on Boer's face turned cold, he nodded slightly, and said, "Troubleshoot him."

Bang!

The pistol sound after the silencer is cut is still a bit harsh indoors.

Oppe's grin was still on his face, but he fell to the side, and he didn't know what was going on until he died.

The swat team member who had been standing next to Ope silently inserted the pistol back and did not look at his dead ex-boy.

Boole sighed: "If you are really as brave as you think, then everyone still has a chance to make a living. Unfortunately, cowardly people cannot lead us to survive."

As he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a low and dull voice sounded: "No, in fact, smart people may not be able to live for too long."

The four swat players facing the door responded the fastest.

Whether it was the pistol that was pulling out his chest or the rifle that he had raised his hand, they made movements almost at the same time.

The six policemen with their backs facing the door were obviously slower.

When they were drawing their guns, they had to think about whether they were pointing to the "enemy that happened a moment ago" opposite, or the person who pushed the door behind them and spoke.

For the rapid continuous shooting with a maximum of ten consecutive shots, the target that is less than five meters away and is gathered into two rows is simply a living target.

Tattatatatatatatatatatatata!

The deep jets rang out continuously, and the four swat team members had priority in their heads. There were two unlucky policemen who were closest to the muzzle, and then the remaining four policemen.

The temporary conference hall turned into a mess of horror movie scene. The only remaining old Bull came to his senses and hurriedly touched the pistol at his waist.

But he has been in a high position for many years and has only used his brain but not his hands. He has reacted far slower than other policemen on the spot. He also made a mistake in pulling out his gun and slipped his hand once.

Link simply moved past the muzzle.

despair!

Lao Buer, who had just successfully seized power, went to see God with his defeated general Ope.

Link walked through the conference hall, put away all the bodies, then turned around and went out to start going downstairs.

He came in from the window on the second floor and used the collection function to disappear after two swat players at the stairs were shot, but their bodies disappeared without falling to the ground.

Both Lao Buer and Ope, who were confident of successfully seizing power, wanted to create a certain fact and then gather the remaining people. As a result, they were both defeated by Link.

However, people on both sides could also feel that when their bosses went upstairs, the atmosphere was not right and they gathered together.

Sneak attack? Monsters will find places with a lot of people to attack, so it must be the room where the bait is located that is unlucky first.

Humans attacked? Soft persimmons are everywhere. Who would be full to provoke these "elites"?

This is also the reason why Link easily sneaked in from the second floor.

When Link walked down from the second floor, both sides of the whispered and faint confrontation looked over, and when he saw his M65 jacket dress, he was stunned - no one was wearing this.

Shoot continuously and start.

Tattatatatatatatatatatatata!

The swat team member with only six people was swept by the bombardment, and was killed or injured in an instant.

Link turned the gun with his gun in his arms, and the police officers on the other side of the house either lie down or pounced on the nearest bunker.

Well, this is indeed very CPD.

The money belongs to the police station, and the life belongs to yours, let alone the police station no longer pays their salaries now.

The Chicago police, who are already good at defense and never fight back at will, of course, give priority to saving their lives.

The kind of sand sculpture who stood there after the gun was fired was either dead or almost dead.

Tattatatatatatatatata!

The dull jets sounded, sweeping the police away from the place where they were hiding, so that debris flew everywhere and bullet holes were everywhere.

Several policemen who had not been able to hide well hit Daiyun and screamed.

Link calculated the remaining bullet volume and skill cooldown time. After the three seconds, he launched a rapid continuous shooting again, and shot thirty rounds of magazines in one breath.

After the fire was opened, the A2 rifle in his hand disappeared, and replaced by two pistols belonging to the Swat team members.

He strode forward, pointing his guns at the police's location.

A policeman noticed the gunfire stopped, quickly poked his head, exposed one eye to observe the situation.

Slap sex!

He shot three times in a row and just passed through his eyes and the police arrived on his back.

Others who had the same mind never dared to poke their heads anymore, but just raised their pistols and shot at Link probably where he was.

But Link, who was striding forward, had moved sideways about five meters, and most of the bullets were far away from him, with only two or three "bullets with the circumstances" flying past nearby.

He was wearing a combat suit and was not afraid of the stray bullet at all. He rushed to the side and launched a rapid continuous shooting at the group of people who were squatting or crawling!

A series of gunfire sounds sounded, followed by a scream and begging for mercy.

Six of the remaining nine policemen were directly hit, and the other three completely lost the courage to resist.

Several people died as soon as the fire was opened. Who can withstand this Mahafake?

Link glanced at them, twisted his gun, and blew a seriously injured Swat team member's head with a snap.

Chicago HB (Crab) T is indeed "very too much". He wants to kill him and die together.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

The three swat players who were shot without the head were also treated equally by their macho teammates.

After solving this small hidden danger, Link took away the body casually, and then he walked towards the Chicago policeman who was screaming.

After a few gunshots, no one screamed again.

The remaining three lucky people who were shaking all over had to raise their hands high under the gun and slowly walked out.
Chapter completed!