Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

The killer's analysis was correct. Vasily and the others didn't have many bullets left. In order to save bullets, they didn't dare to shoot like they did just now. Instead, they took advantage of the time when the opponent was suppressed by firepower, and hurriedly led the boss towards the fifth floor. rush away.

The killers also quickly noticed this situation, and there must be a reckless man under a heavy reward. Two black soldiers with muscled muscles and bullet belts on their shoulders rushed up with their AKs.

The people behind them were not to be outdone, and followed closely behind.

They had just turned into the stairwell when Vasily shot each in the head.

The blood of the two black men sprayed directly on the snow-white wall.

However, due to the large number of these killers, the punitive effect of Vasily's headshot is not strong.

When the killers had the upper hand, the aks in their hands also started shooting.

This time their firepower once again suppressed Vasily and the others.

Vasily touched his waist, feeling a sudden chill in his heart. Too bad, there are no more grenades.

The Uzi submachine gun had already been shot out of bullets, and the total number of bullets in the two pistols in his hand was less than five rounds.

He couldn't help but look at a buddy beside him, only to see that buddy also shook his head, raised the pistol in his hand, and made a "V" shape.

In this case, the "v" shape is naturally not synonymous with victory, but means that he only has two bullets.

Vasili winked at the guy next to him, and the guy immediately understood, took off his coat slowly, and then threw it downstairs.

Vasily and the others also wanted to buy time for them by consuming the enemy's ammunition.

And this dress is the best blindfold right now.

The gang of killers were in a state of highly concentrated nerves. Just as they stopped shooting, a black object suddenly hit the sky, and they all raised their guns and started shooting again.

After they took a closer look, they realized that it was a piece of clothing.

At this time, the leader of the killer understood what was going on, and he couldn't help shouting: "Guys, they are out of bullets. Give it to me."

The killers swarmed up again...

Vasily fired two crisp shots again, and the guy in the front fell to the ground.

The killers were not to be outdone, and threw several grenades one after another towards the shooting position.

Seeing this, Vasily didn't dare to stay in the stairwell, and fled upstairs in embarrassment.

The killers pressed on every step of the way, and they were about to reach the fifth floor.

They knew this was the last floor the boss could hide for now.

They are only one step away from victory.

"Grenades clear the way." To be on the safe side, the killer leader decided to use grenades to deal with Vladimir and the others.

As soon as a few grenades were thrown into the hall on the fifth floor from the stairwell, a violent explosion occurred, and the fragments produced by the explosion hit all directions.

Every window was affected, and broken glass crackled and fell to the ground from the height of the fifth floor.

In the eyes of the killers, with these few grenades clearing the way, absolutely no one in the hall on the fifth floor will be spared.

After occupying the lobby on the fifth floor, there are only a few rooms left.

Victory is at hand.

They got the task assignment in advance, and after killing the person involved, they can get the corresponding reward by taking pictures.

Compared to Victor and Vasily's worries, Vladimir looked relaxed. He believed that these killers were not far from death.

Maqiyev frowned, and complained loudly, "Where are the mercenaries, md, why don't they come to the rescue at this time?"

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Sure enough, just when the killers were smug and thought that the reward was at their fingertips, they suddenly felt a burst of intense gunshots behind them.

The killers didn't even have time to turn around before falling to the ground one after another.

It was Alexander who rushed in with the mercenaries.

"Boss, kill them all." Alexander checked the scene and after confirming that all the guys were dead, he couldn't help shouting at the people in the room.

Unexpectedly, Vladimir came out with a displeased face, "Alexander, have everyone been killed?"

Alexander nodded: "It's all gone."

"Why do they have to be killed? Can't they stay alive?"

Alexander smiled slightly: "Boss, you are living outside the wall, and several guys who responded there are under our control."

At this moment, a smile appeared on Vladimir's face.

After cleaning the battlefield, he learned about the damage caused by the surprise attack.

In addition to the death of two security guards and a clerk, four bodyguards were injured to varying degrees.

The killer suffered even more losses. A total of 27 people were killed, and five people were controlled outside the wall.

Vladimir waved his hand and let Alexander and the others interrogate the five guys overnight.

Almost all of these five guys are soft bones, and even Alexander and the others didn't use heavy punishments, so they just recruited.

It turned out that these guys were all under the leadership of a militant named Ural, and they were ordered to assassinate Vladimir.

Ural?

Vladimir did not have this person at all in his mind.

Machiyev told him at this time that Ural was a small warlord in Budinya, similar to Rabosay, with thousands of men under him, but this guy was not yet a good guy, and he was only limited to minor troubles.

Although it is not a climate, the government-fu army with weak combat effectiveness has not been able to handle the Urals.

Vladimir had nothing against Ural, and now that Ural has sent so many killers to kill him, it is obvious that someone must pay for his life.

Who will this person be?

And how was his whereabouts leaked?

Vladimir suddenly felt an incomparable fear. Fortunately, he lived with these mercenaries tonight, and the other party obviously didn't know the existence of mercenaries. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to escape tonight.

"Fack, kill those bastards for me now." Vladimir's face was full of strange anger.

At the moment when Vladimir's voice just fell, a mechanical reminder from the system suddenly sounded in his mind.

For Vladimir, it seemed that this voice had not been heard for a long time.

"Welcome the host to accept the task of capturing Ural alive. After completing the task, physical fitness +10, fighting skill +10, shooting skill +10..."

Vladimir was very satisfied with the system suddenly giving such a heavy reward. In his opinion, this system is worthy of being a combat system, it is a man, absolutely pure.

When the bloodthirsty mercenaries under his command heard this, they couldn't help but nodded immediately.

"Ural I want to live."

Machiyev did not expect that the boss would be attacked by armed forces on the first day he came to the office. Thinking of the gang of vicious killers before, he couldn't help but feel extremely scared. If something happened to the boss, he didn't know how to complain The big boss explained.

After all, the mercenaries came over and rushed those guys, but now the boss wanted to kill Ural right away.

Maqiyev was so frightened that his face turned pale. You must know that the other party was not the dozens of people today, but at least thousands of people.

"Boss, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, we only have this few people."

Vladimir snorted coldly, "What's wrong with these people? Are you looking down on me or them?"

Maqiyev immediately explained with a pale face: "Boss, I didn't mean that. We only have dozens of people, and the other party has thousands of people, and we are still on their territory. We are not familiar with the place. I think We have to take a long-term view on this matter.”

What Machiyev said made sense, but in Vladimir's view, as a fighting nation, they only believed in one truth, that is, truth under force.

Vladimir said coldly, "For a long-term plan, we must kill them tonight."