"Let's go down~~"

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~puff..."

Amid a series of gunfires that were upsized and noise-reduced by the silencer, holes appeared one by one on the office door. McCall jumped and threw Charlotte directly, and the two rolled into an empty room together.

From the rapid gunfire, it is obvious that at least three rifles are shooting fully automatically, and the other party intends to shoot the two of them directly into sieves.

"Mr. McCall, what should we do now?"

Charlotte sat up against the wall, and the gunshots continued to this day and the other party must have adopted the tactic of replacing shooting, and Charlotte had no choice in dealing with this situation!

"Time should be up!"

"What?"

When Charlotte heard McCall's unrelated words, he was a little confused, and saw the black uncle directly resetting his electronic watch back to zero.

"Ba~~"

A small explosion occurred in the hotel distribution room, and the overload current directly burned all the lines. As the smoke rose, the entire hotel fell into darkness.

The gunshots suddenly stopped, and then they rang even harder.

This is very natural in the eyes of ordinary people, but here in McCall he has already heard the panic in the gunshots of these people.

"Don't panic!"

Ted directly ordered, and saw that in the dark he methodically swept the pp-19 Bison submachine gun in his hand.

It is certainly pleasant to kill the opponent, but he doesn't want to attract those idiotic policemen after having fun, so both sides tacitly used the silencer.

Although the gunshot sounded very loud, it was hard to hear it as long as it was a street across.

After receiving Ted's order, the remaining subordinates in the office regained their calmness, the gunshots became rhythmic again, and McCall on the other end also took action.

He directly pulled down a bottle of dry powder fire extinguisher in the corridor, swung it up and threw it towards the office door.

"Dong~~"

The hard steel tank directly pierced through the holey wooden door and flew directly into the office.

In the darkness, the gunmen only knew that something had broken in, but they didn't know it was a can of fire extinguishers. They saw their muzzles turn and bullets pour out again.

"Bang~~"

The stray bullet was shot and saw a 5.45mm rifle bullet hit the fire extinguisher with great dying death. With a dull explosion, the dry powder in the iron can instantly spread across most of the office under the pressure.

In the chaos, countless gunmen sucked dry powder into their lungs. They coughed and beat their chests, and the gunshots became sparse again.

That's now!

"Swish~~Swish~~"

Rolling on the spot, two figures appeared in the office. Glock's unique gunshot sounded instantly under the action of the silencer. Charlotte didn't need to aim, and the 17 bullets in the magazine were knocked out in the blink of an eye.

Only screams were heard constantly in the darkness. They were all unlucky guys who were hit by Charlotte's bullets. However, just as Charlotte was about to change into a magazine and continue shooting, a huge black shadow appeared in front of him.

"Ba~~"

A palm knife cut on Charlotte's wrist. He felt his tendons numb, and the pistol instantly came out of his hand.

Oh no, this is a tough guy who can listen to the voice and defend his position!

Charlotte suddenly stepped back and widened the distance from the shadow.

During the previous surveillance, McCall circled a few people to give him a focus. Now this person should be the Russian strong man among those people.

According to McCall, this strong man should have practiced fighting skills such as karate or judo, but now he sees it is true.

But even so what can I do? Charlotte is a man who knows hardware fighting skills.

Seeing the strong man who was rushing to death again, he did not take a step back this time, and he pulled up and rushed forward.

"Bang~~"

The strong man punched Charlotte in the face, and saw him greet him with his palm, pulling and retracting, and then he twisted his backhand.

"Crack~~"

With a crisp sound of the bones colliding with the fascia, the strong man dislocated instantly, but he was obviously a tough person, gritting his teeth and holding back the pain, and without saying a word, he punched Charlotte again at the lower left rib.

If this punch hit his ribs firmly, even if it doesn’t have a fracture, it will be broken. But who is Charlotte?

"Swish~~b~~"

Shuo moved down and caught the punch directly. Charlotte picked up a bottle of red wine from the drunkard next to him with his other hand and pointed it at the strong man's forehead.

"Bang~~"

The wine bottle cracked in response to the sound, and the wine mixed with glass residue splashed away, revealing an irregular but very sharp slash below.

Street gangsters often know this trick, but most of them are not as decisive as Charlotte. Under the influence of hardware fighting techniques, he stabbed the strong man in the neck without hesitation.

"Puchi~~"

Warm blood splashed out suddenly, spitting out Charlotte's face.

Only the middle carotid artery can have such an effect. Charlotte grasps both the distance and the force just right, and is skilled like a butcher who kills pigs.

Is this the real power of hardware fighting? It is not a sport that can be listed as an Olympic competition event, it is the purest technique of killing.

Just then a strong wind blew over my body.

"Swish~~"

Charlotte pulled out the broken wine bottle and inserted it directly into the direction of the side of his body obliquely upward.

“Ah~~”

A shrill wail sounded instantly, and Charlotte directly inserted into the gunman's eyes, and his eyes exploded instantly.

After letting go, Charlotte touched an ak-74m in the unlucky guy's chest. He just seemed to be hitting Charlotte's forehead with a butt, but he obviously failed.

But why not just shoot?

Grasping the strap of the rifle, Charlotte removed the magazine with one hand, weighed it for a moment and understood the reason.

It turns out there are no bullets!

But as a finished assembly of various hardware parts, the gun is a treasure trove of murder for Charlotte. He turned around and stroked it with a magazine, and the sharp iron piece on the top directly pulled a bloodline on the neck of a gunman.

The other hand fumbled a few times and removed the bolt, and inserted a bucket directly into the blind gunman's temple.

The world within one meter of Charlotte's body finally became quiet.

But before he could take a breath, murderous intent suddenly arose.

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~"

This is the sound of the submachine gun being suppressed by the silencer. The fire at the muzzle lit up in the dark, illuminating Ted's twisted face behind the desk.

Every time there is a bullet shot out ruthlessly, pouring out of my enemies in every area of ​​the office.

Is he crazy? He even killed his own people?

Ted is not crazy. His spirit is not normal. As long as he can kill Charlotte and McCall, what's the point of death?
Chapter completed!