At two o'clock in the morning, the wind and snow outside the window were whistling.

This is the most exhausting time for a person. Even though he used the two shift mode, the gunmen who got up to work could not help but yawn a few times.

The two Siberian wolfs raised in the yard were huddled in their nests, but the four green eyes could see clearly in the dark night.

Wind and snow can cover up the odor, but cannot cover up the low-frequency noise emitted when sneaking.

"Aowu~~"

As if he heard something, one of the male wolf stood up and growled uneasyly.

Human breeding has not erased some of the things in its bones, such as alertness!

"Ivan, didn't you feed these two wolves during supper?"

Hearing the movement from the wolf house, a gunman poked his head out of the aisle of the yard. He was the gunman guarding the kitchen, and Ivan was the cook on duty.

Pushkin left in a hurry and didn't have time to bring his own chef. Fortunately, there were cooks under his command.

"I've been fed, why didn't I feed it? I ate more than people with two kilograms of beef per head."

"Swish~~"

Just as Ivan answered, a steel wire hung down from the eaves and pulled it around the unlucky guy's neck.

A living person disappeared in an instant!

"Alexander, where are you?"

When Ivan turned around, there was no figure of Alexander, and at this moment, a pair of ghostly hands also touched his neck.

"Crack~~"

Grabbing the eaves, Charlotte rolled straight into the kitchen corridor, and both wolves in the wolf house rose and stood up.

Raising wolves should be Pushkin's stupidest decision. Raising two dogs can bark, but two wolves can only make low roars like this. To be honest, it can only be heard in the kitchen.

"Sha~Sha~Ivan, report on your situation!"

The radio on Ivan's body suddenly rang out a cry, but it was in Russian. Neither of them understood it, but it didn't matter if they didn't understand it at this time.

"It seems we've been exposed?"

"The other party's level is very high, and you have to contact your subordinates every fifteen minutes."

McCall glanced at the watch and said, the time shown above was just fifteen minutes past, and Charlotte remembered that he seemed to have started the timing after killing the first enemy.

"So, will you start attacking now?"

Charlotte said bluntly, taking a rare 9A-91 assault rifle from Ivan.

This gun is said to be a rifle, but it is actually shorter and more compact than a submachine gun.

He had only seen it in games before, but he didn't expect to see the real guy when he came to Russia.

High-level gunmen generally do not use weapons they are unfamiliar with when they have choices, but for Charlotte, who is proficient in light weapons, there seems to be no unfamiliar light weapons.

When I pulled out the magazine, I saw that the 20 rounds inside were full.

"Then let's see who will kill to Mr. Pushkin's bedroom first?"

It seemed to be acquiesced to Charlotte's suggestion, McCall directly picked up a cast iron pan.

As an old agent with strong military literacy, of course he would not use a pan to block bullets. Although the pot is big and round, it is a real killing weapon in McCall's hands.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the kitchen.

“Duang~~”

Before Charlotte raised his gun, McCall smashed the bottom of the pot on the face of the first gunman. He twisted his wrist and rotated the pan ninety degrees. Then, with a clever force, the edge of the pot smashed the thyroid cartilage on his Adam's apple and broke his neck.

Killing is that simple, you don’t need to use a gun at all.

This scene made Charlotte itchy, but he didn't dare to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong, so he should just use a gun to solve the problem!

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~"

After pulling the trigger, the 9A-91 fired a crisp gunshot, and a figure who had just flashed out of the corner of the yard aisle fell to the ground instantly.

Without a silencer, the late night wind and snow could not cover up such gunfire, and Pushkin on the bed in the bedroom was instantly awakened.

"Sir, someone breaks in, I'll take you out of here first!"

The bedroom door opened, and Mikhail, another subordinate of Pushkin, walked in, but can they go?

Before the gunshots rang out, another squad of gunmen who had fallen asleep quickly entered the battle state after Mikhail's notification, worthy of being the real elite of Alpha's retirement.

After they reacted, they directly blocked Charlotte and the others through alternating attacks on the second floor. The uninterrupted firepower and accurate point shots caused them trouble, but it was just trouble.

"Mr. McCall, this road is not open, I will go up first if I change the road!"

He said hello to McCall, Charlotte smashed the glass beside him with a stick, and climbed directly along the eaves outside the second floor to the third floor.

It’s great to be young!

McCall was very moved when he looked at Charlotte's disappearing figure. He could do this back then, but now he has to accept his old age.

Not only is the speed slower than before, many difficult movements can’t be done, but your uncle is your uncle after all, and it’s still no problem to kill these miscellaneous fish.

After opening the window on the third floor, Charlotte flipped in directly.

Compared to the second floor where the fierce battle was fought, the third floor was much quieter. One and a half knelt down and Charlotte directly raised the gun.

According to the information collected during the day, Pushkin's room is on the third floor!

"Cruff~~"

Suddenly a door at the end of the corridor opened.

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~"

Three shots hit the door panel directly, causing the person who was about to come out to retreat directly.

Maybe Charlotte should have shot two seconds later? But it was completely physical instinct just now!

Mikhail, who was leaning against the wall, gasped quickly and glanced at the gun hole on the door. He was almost shot in his head.

When did the opponent attack the third floor? The gun statement on the second floor has obviously not stopped yet!

The gunshots did not stop, but with McCall helping to attract firepower, Charlotte could only come up to surround Pushkin, but the next second Mikhail decisively turned on the radio and called for support.

His mission is to protect the boss's safety, not to fight against this unidentified gunman.

Call support?

On the quiet third floor Charlotte heard the rustling sound of the radio turning on.

The support came just in time. Charlotte still held the gun in his right hand, but his left hand touched his pocket, where there was a round thing.

This is an offensive grenade, and it is the same as the 9A-91 in Charlotte's hand. It is the best to use it to deal with these reinforcements coming up at this moment.

While paying attention to the situation on the corridor, Charlotte raised his ears to listen to the movements at the stairs until a burst of rapid footsteps sounded.

"Ding~~"

Following the pull-up ring, Charlotte threw the grenade directly towards the stairs.

"Boom~~"

With a loud bang in the confined space, Charlotte felt the tingling of the eardrum and the heat waves swept through.
Chapter completed!