"Bang~~"

The initial speed of the grenade of 76 meters per second is obviously unable to catch up with the speed of sound transmission.

The dull sound of the grenade fired into Charlotte's ear first.

At this time, he had just jumped out of bed and put on his clothes on his body, preparing to rush to the branch, but the dull sound made him instantly change his attention.

"Swish~~"

In the air, a fish leaped Charlotte jumped to the other side of the bed, reached out to the palm mattress, and saw that the mattress covered his entire body.

"Ba~~"

Just after Charlotte did all this, the bedroom window cracked, and the VOG-25 killer grenade had already arrived in the bedroom.

"Boom~~"

The 48 grams of passivated black Sorkin explosive in the grenade exploded, tearing the entire shell into 180 killing fragments, sweeping the entire room.

McCall, who was sleeping on the bed on the fourth floor, opened his eyes instantly.

Looking at the items falling from an earthquake, he knew that it was not a gas explosion at all, but a movement caused by a large-caliber grenade.

No, the noise came from the upstairs, and the young detective was in danger!

The moment the explosion occurred, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the small bedroom.

Charlotte, hiding under the mattress, could clearly feel the countless pieces hitting the palm mattress that he had spent 150 dollars.

The originally thick mattress was at least half thinned at this moment.

Wouldn't it be like breaking the armor if you get another shot?

"Boom~Boom~~"

Just as Charlotte was thinking this way, two grenades exploded one after another.

Hundreds of fragments directly penetrated Charlotte's mattress protection and hit him without any warning.

The next second I saw blood splattering all over his body, blood fuzzing.

The severe pain made Charlotte's brain blank instantly, but the survival instinct made him pull back his consciousness and instantly summoned the system.

I saw that the column representing life was passing rapidly at a rate of 3% to 5% per second, with less than a minute left before shock.

Although he won't be able to stop being hilarious, Charlotte knows that he is mostly useless, fortunately he still has a system!

The thoughts are directly clicked on the green upgrade button representing life.

"Deduct 10,000 experience, the host level is increased to Lv2, and the skill points are rewarded..."

The blood splashed in the system's prompt sound stopped flowing, and the bloody wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An explosion in my ears was still ringing.

After Ted downstairs poured three killer grenades into the bedroom, he threw out a grenade to the living room, kitchen and toilet to the living room, kitchen and toilet, and directly cleared the groove of the grenade launcher.

Now, do you think you're dead?

"Tear~~"

Standing in the house ignited by Yu Yan, Charlotte, who was reborn from the fire, pulled his blood-stained shirt torn and threw it directly on the fire.

Sure enough, not choosing to upgrade immediately is the right choice.

With Charlotte's tragic situation just now, even if he doesn't die, he will have to lie on the hospital bed for a year or two. It is hard to say whether he will suffer from any disability.

However, the upgrade has taken away all these damages. Charlotte is now just looking miserable. In fact, his life and physical strength have been fully replenished and he has become 100% full.

"Bang~~"

There was another loud noise, and the door was kicked open with a kick. Charlotte's nerves became tense again, and he picked up the gun that was thrown aside.

But as soon as he got the gun, Charlotte couldn't help but curse in his heart.

The Glock 17's all-metal sleeve is intact, but the lower half of the gun body cast by the engineering plastic was blown loose.

Now, let alone firing the gun, it will even lose its shavings when it is used as a brick.

"Sherlock, I'm McCall, where are you now?"

Mr. McCall downstairs?

Why did he come?

Charlotte was puzzled and relaxed again because he knew that the black uncle was a good person.

"Mr. McCall, I'm here!"

When he heard Charlotte's voice coming from the direction of the bedroom, McCall flashed into the room.

"Sherlock, you're not injured, are you?"

"without."

After confirming that Charlotte's body was fine, McCall quickly moved to the window position, picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground and carefully extended it out of the window.

The scene below the building was reflected in the glass, and a black SUV started the engine and left here.

The person who attacked Charlotte should be in this car.

Charlotte was not too surprised to see McCall's extremely professional operation. After all, he used to think that this black uncle was a master.

"They are gone, but I have written down their license plate!"

McCall turned around and said.

He was more worried about the safety of the young police detective on such a sleepless night.

Fortunately, Charlotte did not hurt six killer grenades in a row.

"The firefighters should be coming soon, let's go to the police station now?"

"No, these people can find your address, which means the police station is not safe now. I have a safe house nearby. I can take you there if you want."

McCall shook his head.

Ordinary gangsters can't get the specific address of the plainclothes detective. Charlotte is likely to be betrayed by the black police this time, and even if he goes to the police station, he may be shot and shot.

"Okay, Mr. McCall, I'll listen to you!"

After listening to McCall's words, Charlotte felt it made sense.

The Vasily brothers were all killed in the number room, and the South Terminal Branch was indeed unsafe.

Tear off the shaking wardrobe door, Charlotte took the bulletproof vest, flying claws, black guns and stolen money from it, and left the apartment building with McCall and quickly arrived at another apartment on the corner of the street.

Charlotte could clearly observe his home opposite from the window of this apartment. The sirens roared wildly, and the first fire truck had arrived downstairs.

This should be the second time the fire truck has arrived. Charlotte remembered that the last time it was when the Chinese international student cooking on the third floor triggered the smoke alarm. Unexpectedly, it was his turn to be bombed this time.

Sighing, Charlotte asked McCall, "Mr. McCall, my cell phone was blown up. Can you lend me a call to the bureau?"

"Yes, yes, but I don't recommend you to do this. In addition, although there are some violations, can you tell me in detail about today's affairs? Maybe I can help you!"

When you see unfairness on the road, you can draw your sword to help.

The other party even used the grenade launcher, which was no longer something that ordinary police could deal with. McCall felt that he should help this young man.

"As for the stuff in your bag, I'll keep it secret, Boston needs more young people like you."

Did he find out?

McCall's words shocked Charlotte.

He had never opened the two bags from beginning to end, but McCall was so sophisticated that he could tell what was inside just looking at the bag.

Even the detectives from the Crime Team cannot use Level 5 bulletproof vests.

He knew everything, but as he said, he would keep a secret for Charlotte.
Chapter completed!