Johnny Stone stared at the scene sent back by the drone...

It was obvious that one of them was in the apartment and the other was in the tavern, but soon thick smoke came out of the apartment. Johnny soon saw two tall figures walking out of the smoke.

Johnny, who was full of sweat on his forehead, watched Logan take out a cigar and hand it to Barnes. Then, the two of them sat down on the bench outside the tavern as if they had completed their mission, and Barnes even waved in the direction of the drone.

Johnny looked at the relaxed look of these two guys, and his voice trembled a little and said in the communicator: "People, team, are you all right now?"

The captain of the team covered his abdomen and retching twice. Looking at the scene around him with "corpses everywhere" and "fireworks all over the sky", he said helplessly: "The whole team is killed. We need to think of other ways, otherwise the situation will get worse and worse."

As he said that, the team hung up the communication, stretched out his feet and kicked a black middle-aged man, and said, "Hey, man, how do you feel now?"

The black special agent vomited a mouthful of sour water, sat heavily on the ground, and said, "I feel like I was punched in the stomach by Tyson's backhand."

As he said that, the black special agent checked the deformed body armor on his chest. He shook his head in fear and said, "If the body armor was not all heavy, we would be dead.

, Those two guys' fists are so terrifying!

Boss, we must not let them get close to you later..."

The stall where the team was wiped out was also in trouble.

Things were similar to what he thought, but they were much different.

According to the current progress, the team has indeed attracted the most firepower, but they fell too quickly, which has forced Clay to speed up his pace.

After a circle and arrived at a small building on the side of the city hall, Clay looked at the side door of the city hall. The moment he looked at the head, a series of bullets hit the ground in front of him.

The rubber bullet shattered at the moment of impact, and then the fragments hit the surrounding space in disorder.

Clay's crotch was wiped, causing him to tighten his legs nervously, and then turned around and shouted: "It was the rookie who shot, and we rushed..."

Lyon and Frank guarded the huge town hall. He controlled the machine gun and fired 150 bullets into the smoke. Then he turned to look at Frank who had already gone downstairs and shouted: "They have five people, and the town hall has two stairs. What should we do?"

Frank looked at Lyon like a fool, shook his head and said, "You can't tell that Clay wants to steal a chicken yet?

They must only attack one side, and they will be wherever we are."

Lyon followed Frank's footsteps and came to a corner on the second floor, then said incredibly: "He wants to steal a chicken? What should we do?

The boss lady went to find the drone investigator, who was guarding the mayor's office?"

Frank ignored Lyon's stupid words. He turned his head and looked down, decisively pulled a grenade and threw it to the first floor, 'remind' Clay and his group of people here...

Sure enough, when Clay encountered an attack, he thought about not taking a detour, but facing difficulties.

Driver Butcher held a shield in front, and the four people behind put the guns on the shoulders of their comrades in front in turn and began to slowly press on.

The firepower fired by five automatic rifles pushed Frank and Lyon into a slight rush.

Frank leaned against the wall, looking at Lyon, who was not too nervous on the other side, nodded and said, "I'll cover you, you'll hit the back..."

Lyon held a handful of flame-removing devices in both hands and nodded and said, "Come on!"

Frank pulled out two grenades, pulled off the pull ring and counted to three, and threw it out towards the stairs.

The grenade exploded in mid-air, causing the person on the opposite side to scream.

As the paint in the grenade was splashing everywhere with the explosion, Frank held the rifle in one hand and reached out and began to shoot blindly.

On the other side, Lyon cleverly poked out half of his body, raised his gun and fired two shots at the person diagonally below. The two bullets hit the head of the field at the end of the team almost at the same time.

The moment the bullet came into contact with the transparent mask, the guy seemed to be hit by a boxing champion, and his body leaned back violently and completely left their team.

Before the opponent's counterattack came, Lyon retreated back to the angle, then happily clenched his fist and shouted: ", two points~

At this pace, I will be in this game!”

Frank quickly turned his head and looked at it, and found that Clay and the others were still insisting on the slow pace of advancement, and pressed up step by step. He nodded and said, "Come on, these people will definitely not surrender until Aisha dies."

After hearing this, Lyon said with a little nonchalant: "That woman is obviously a thief. It's really okay for us to stay here, right?"

Frank held the rifle in both hands and reached out and ran blindly, then said while backing, "Let's go to the third floor to block the attack, remember not to step on the trap set by Levi."

Clay vaguely heard the movement upstairs. While urging Butch to speed up, he shouted in the communicator: "Johnny, find that Giselle, Cook, give up that sniper, stare at Levi, Aisha, where have you been?"

Before Aisha could reply, Butch, who was leading the way in front of him, suddenly stopped, then looked down at the ground and cursed: "~"

Just as Clay was about to ask what was wrong, a few buckets of paint poured off the ceiling, pouring several people colorfully.

Lyon on the third floor took the opportunity to lean over and shoot continuously, scoring another four points. Then Frank pulled a rope in his hand and showed it to Clay and the others, then pulled it hard...

Clay felt bad instinctively, so he screamed and "live down". As a result, when his body was still in mid-air, he saw the skirting line in the corner of the wall bounced open, and a large piece of barbed iron balls rolled out from inside.

"~"

Clay instinctively protected his face with his arms, then slammed heavily on the ground, and rolled toward the side with a few screams.

Clay's movements were quite agile, but the others were not good. Lyon on the third floor took the opportunity to shoot continuously and scored another four points.

When Butch gritted his teeth and took off the iron ball from his thigh and regrouped with his shield, Lyon and Frank hid in the corner again.

Clay, who started to get angry, held his rifle and rushed to the corner of the stairs, and shot at the top. When the sound of the air-club hanging up, Lyon just raised his head to counterattack, and was hit in the thigh by Clay's left hand pistol, almost hitting his dick...

Lyon covered his thighs and screamed and shrank back. He rubbed the muscles on his thighs with his left hand. When he found Frank looking at him with contempt, he said sadly: "You knew it long ago?"

Frank shook his head and said, "I'm just used to thinking smarter to think, and then I'll be more cautious when the other party does stupid things."

After saying that, Frank pulled a grenade and threw it down...

Lyon learned to be smart this time. He did not wait until the grenade exploded and fired, but when the grenade was still in the air and the other party was dodging, he flashed out and fired two shots. After getting another point, he retreated and suddenly thought about it.

"No wonder I used to be a boast of my fault, because you always I'm faster than me."

Frank nodded and said, "You are in police training. You have great marksmanship and fast speeds, but your choices are always conservative, so it's easy to see through.

They know that you will choose to fight back when you hang up the machine in the empty store, know that you will choose to fight back after the grenade explodes, and even know that when you change the magazine, there will always be a bullet in the previous magazine."

"~How come you know everything?"

Frank shook his head contemptuously and said, "You are crying when you review the exercises. There are the most advanced electronic devices here that will record all your fighting habits.

For example, you can't help blinking before shooting, and your body will also stiffen when you shoot your opponent.

I'll give you a piece of advice, never compete with your boss!

In a small range, you can drive 4:6 with a pistol, but you have no chance to face the boss, because when you pull the trigger, your body is hard.

Now you know why Jill hits you every time he attacks!"

Lyon looked at Frank who was talking so much, and he said sadly: "It's too dangerous here, I kind of want to go home."

…………

Just as Frank was preaching and entangling with Clay, the black girl Aisha climbed up to the fourth floor of the city hall along a rope.

Pulling on the windowsill of the mayor's office and looking at the empty office, Aysarah opened the window and tentatively tentatively. After finding that there was no problem, she stood on the windowsill with her arms as light as a cat.

Hearing a crisp "click" sound from the windowsill under his feet, and then a forceful elastic trap above the window was triggered. Aisha helped the window open and swung out, avoiding the attack of a golf club.

When Aisha climbed onto the balcony again, she smiled contemptuously. She was about to jump off the window to occupy the office, but the sound of bowstrings appeared on both sides of the window at the same time...

Aisha instinctively jumped off the windowsill, avoiding two cross-firing bald bows and arrows, and hangs on the wall on the fourth floor with her hands on the edge.

Just when Aisha was a little impatient, the lower edge of the windowsill in the office sounded again. A broom pole suddenly stood up, and a small jar tied to the sill head was opposite Aisha's position, and a bucket of lubricating oil was sprinkled on the windowsill and Aisha's head.

Aisha, who had always been very cool, closed her eyes and scolded her, and then found that as the lubricant on the windowsill covered her palms, her hands were almost unable to hold them.

Knowing that he could not get up, Aisha instinctively looked back at the ground to find a suitable drop.

As a result, she saw Li Wei pushing a garbage truck to her. The garbage truck was not filled with garbage, but a truck full of abandoned engine oil.
Chapter completed!