The operation is very skillful. After all, this is a free America.

Some people even started to stretch their necks after finding cover. Who doesn’t like watching the excitement?

The mafiosi upstairs naturally heard the gunfire, and the three leaders were stunned. Isn't this Sean crazy?

How dare you come here!?

At this moment, none of them noticed that the person had arrived too quickly.

But don’t be afraid!

There are many of us.

A large number of people moved into action, and soon a fight began at the stairs.

Two AKs guard the B port, and throw a grenade up from time to time, perfect!

On the other side, the two people directly started destroying the elevator, and for a while they couldn't spare any effort.

After blocking the door, he squeezed to the back. When he got out of the car, he carried the M134 six-barreled Gatling, installed the bracket, and connected the ammunition box. Everything was in order.

Soon, the three leaders upstairs received the message that a car had just rushed in. From the size of the car, one could tell that there were not many people sent by Sean.

This is not Ah San, Americans can’t do magic...

70 people versus 7 people, the advantage is mine!

police?

What do you want the police?

What kind of police are needed when it comes to underground forces?

Just push them over, kill them, and avenge Bart!

"Duck!"

The gunshots from Port B became more intensive, but fortunately there were grenades as a deterrent.

Fortunately, the task of destroying the elevator had been completed at this time, and the two people came to support.

On the other side, the M134 completed its setup, leaving one man and one gun to guard Port A. The driver also turned around and rushed to Port B.

The five-person team has completed its assembly, and the counterattack begins!

‘Whoosh’

‘Whoosh’

Each person had a grenade, and five people threw them into the corridor at intervals of one second.

After clearing the first two coins and handing them over to the stairs, the five people quickly rushed up, and "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh" were three more.

Amidst the explosions of "boom", "boom" and "boom", in just five seconds, the team rushed to the stairs on the second floor.

I saw the last person in the team reaching out and pulling on the backpack, and a spliced ​​bulletproof blanket was propped up.

This is a backpack type developed based on the original suitcase-type bulletproof blanket, specially used for street fighting.

Nodding, the four people in front opened a passage, and the last person took a deep breath and rushed forward.

When he finally rushed forward, his back was facing the corridor, his feet were locked, and his hands were holding on to the bullet-proof blanket that had popped open to hold it open.

(If you are interested, you can search for the black suitcase in the hands of the bodyguard next to Vladimir Riding the Bear. That is a suitcase-style bulletproof blanket)

"Bang", "bang", "bang", intensive gunfire sounded, and heavy blows hit the bulletproof blanket.

Except for the impact, I didn't feel much.

Even a machine gun can't penetrate this thing, let alone a small pistol.

When such a barrier appeared, two 'professionals' stepped forward, with their gun muzzles sticking out from the heads of the brothers acting as the barrier.

"Da da da da da da"

They fired wildly and killed several people on the spot. The other mafia members were so frightened that they quickly retreated into the rooms on both sides.

Push forward!

This is one of the bad things about the hotel. There are too many rooms every time and it is very laborious to clean them.

Firefight, advance, blast open the door, check...

Suddenly, a door opened, and a grenade was thrown over.

"Hidden!" the professional team roared, and all four of them hid behind the 'fortress'.

There was a loud "Boom!" and the huge sound of the explosion echoed in the corridor.

He shook his head forcibly, and immediately resisted the discomfort and raised the muzzle of the gun to prepare for a counterattack.

Fortunately, everyone was well prepared. Not only did they wear helmets, but they also specially installed noise-canceling headphones.

Otherwise, even if you don't get killed by the explosion, you will definitely be shocked and dizzy.

There was a firefight upstairs, and there was no idle downstairs either. The police hadn't arrived yet, so in no rush to seal Port A, the professional team members who stayed behind began to take out pieces of earth-yellow stuff and stick it up everywhere on the first floor.

Especially load-bearing columns.

This time I brought a few hundred kilograms in total to ensure that the task is successfully completed!

…

On the other side, the police immediately dispatched a large number of police personnel after receiving the alarm.

In broad daylight, the exchange of fire was so fierce that the first wave of police officers were few and they only dared to carry out evacuation work after they arrived.

Just listening to the sound of firefights coming from the hotel is terrifying.

There was a "boom" explosion, and the glass in a room was blown away, with glass fragments flying all over the sky.

Is this a fucking war?!

The police could still hear the explosion of the grenade.

There are more and more police vehicles, roads are blocked, hundreds of police officers have arrived, and the command at the scene finally feels confident.

The police naturally know who owns this property and who lives here.

As long as we don't commit any crime, everyone still has this tacit understanding.

"Are they all in there?" someone asked sideways in a low voice.

"Yes."

"There are hundreds of people, why can't you defeat them?"

"The devil knows, but the terrain of the hotel is complicated. It's useless to have more people. It can't be used effectively. There can only be so many people in a firefight."

"That's right."

They are whispering here, but they are already shouting in the front.

Still the same old thing.

Sitting in the living room, Jonas was smoking a cigar and watching with interest. The media's reaction speed was never slower than that of the police.

After all, all major media outlets are embedded in the police intercom signal frequency band 24/7.

Information sharing!

Making money is not illegal...

"You didn't dispatch a few people, did you? The police have arrived, how are you going to respond?" Cyril frowned. According to the current situation, the attack plan has completely failed, and there is no room for recovery.

But the problem is that Jonas cannot be unprepared. Since he dares to come alone and behaves so leisurely, he naturally has the confidence.

If you have the confidence, you will kill all the Irish.

So, what is the problem?

What can I rely on?

What I rely on is...

Suddenly, a gun muzzle stuck out from the gap between the car and the door.

In front of the door, the policeman huddled behind the car and shouted with a loudspeaker, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost rose to the sky.

Shaking his hands, he threw the loudspeaker out. He turned around, fell down, rolled over, and hid directly behind the tire hub.

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu..."

The sound of gunfire was so dense that you couldn't even hear the intermittent gunshots. The police car at the main entrance seemed to have been violently demolished and its debris was flying everywhere.

One second, two seconds, or three seconds.

The policeman who didn't react just stared blankly with his mouth wide open.

The police car that was still fine just now has been turned into scrap metal by the metal storm coming from the pavement!

What kind of car would be turned into scrap metal even if a six-tube Gatling gun hits its face and outputs it for two to three seconds?

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the policeman who had just been hiding behind the car got up and ran away without saying a word.
To be continued...