diskusbooks Chapter 316 2nd Floor
Chapter 316 2nd Floor
Chapter 316 Second Floor
Fresh blood mixed with white brain matter splattered everywhere.
Large-caliber firearms can hit people like they're hitting a water bottle.
If you hit someone in the body, it will either explode or leave a hole the size of a bowl.
There's no way to save them now.
Fu Rong was initially in a strong position and thought he had the victory in the bag.
He walked into the Western restaurant with his AK in hand, intending to see why the bird was not moving.
But the sudden appearance of the armored vehicle disrupted his plans.
There were a few reckless young men on the assault vehicle who dared to challenge him because they had a few powerful guns.
Fu Rong's men were no pushovers either; each one of them was fearless and ruthless.
They finally managed to suppress the police so much that they couldn't lift their heads.
A machine gun appeared out of nowhere and instantly killed several of them.
A sharp-eyed subordinate pointed towards the second floor and shouted, "Boss, it's on the second floor!"
Fu Rong lay down behind the car and looked up.
On the second floor of a shop along the street, a window was open, and a machine gun was continuously spitting flames.
Fu Rong shouted at his men, "You, go and kill him!"
The young man in the floral shirt, whose name had been called, pointed to his nose and asked in surprise, "Me?"
Fu Rong said in an unquestionable tone, "Yes, it's you. You've been raised for a thousand days to be used for one. Your elder brother has never mistreated you."
Even the girls are lined up for you guys.
"Now is the time for you to prove your loyalty to me. Kill him, and I'll give you one-tenth of that 9000 million!"
One-tenth of 9000 million?
That's 900 million!
Moreover, this 900 million is still a bargain.
This is a good deal, let's do it!
The young man in the floral shirt lowered his body and quickly ran from the side of the vehicle to the second floor where Li Jian was hiding.
He pressed himself against the wall and entered the building.
Li Jian saw all of this.
Just like a teacher on a platform, they can see everything their students do.
In town battles.
A good vantage point can determine the outcome of a small-scale war.
The man in the floral shirt, panting heavily, ran all the way to the second floor.
The door was right in front of me.
The man in the floral shirt kicked him.
click-
The door was intact, and the man in the floral shirt was clutching his thigh and wailing.
His leg was broken.
"Damn it, why is it different from what we saw in the movies?"
The man in the floral shirt angrily berated those film directors, including Wu Liang, asking why they couldn't film more realistically.
The doors in the movie are just for show; anyone could kick them down.
But this is reality.
Even a regular wooden door is at least five or six centimeters thick.
In addition, there's a mechanical lock; you can't open it without a force of over a thousand pounds.
So a friendly reminder: showing off comes with risks, and kicking down doors should be done with caution.
Li Jian held a light machine gun.
Name them one by one.
With the bonus of shooting proficiency, a machine gun in his hands is no different from a sniper rifle.
At most, the shooting accuracy is insufficient.
They were originally going to hit him on the head.
The shot missed, hitting the bandit in the chest.
The result is the same.
dead!
Da da da--
Li Jian's burst of bullets took the life of another bandit.
The bullet struck the bandit in the neck, breaking his neck completely, and his head rolled several times on the ground.
His wide-open eyes still held the pain; he died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
This scene made Fu Rong's eyes widen in horror.
Even though he didn't have deep feelings for these subordinates, he couldn't calm down when he saw the people he had been with day and night die in front of him.
"You son of a bitch, why haven't you taken down that machine gunner yet!"
Fu Rong pulled the bolt, ejected the empty magazine, and took a new magazine from his trench coat and loaded it.
Fu Rong crouched down, using the car next to him as a fulcrum, and aimed at Li Jian's workplace.
However, Fu Rong wasn't aiming for the second floor where Li Jian was, but rather the area above him.
"Damn it, aren't you a cop? I'll kill a few civilians and see what you do then!"
Although Fu Rong looks fierce, he is not stupid at all.
Put yourself in their shoes.
What are police officers most worried about?
It's definitely not that they can't catch the thief, but rather that they're afraid of accidentally harming civilians.
This is why the devil is always one step ahead of the saint.
It's because good people have too many constraints.
It's much easier to be a bad guy.
To survive, they will stop at nothing.
"You sons of bitches, watch this show! Prepare to die!"
Fu Rong muttered to himself as he pointed his gun at the onlookers upstairs.
Snap snap snap—Snap snap snap—Snap snap snap—
Fu Rong pulled the trigger, and scorching bullets shot out from the muzzle.
The onlookers upstairs were enjoying the spectacle immensely, some even taking out sunflower seeds and spitting the shells out the window while making their comments.
"Look how pathetic that cop is, hiding behind the car like a coward!"
"Oh dear, these robbers are terrible marksmen. They can't hit anyone at all. They fired so many shots and only killed one policeman. If you ask me, you should just quit being a robber."
"You can't even hit someone accurately, yet you call yourself a gangster?"
"Hey, there's a female police officer over there. She's pretty, but unfortunately she's a bit short."
"If she would let me sleep with her for one night, I'd be willing to pay 500 yuan!"
People on Hong Kong Island are always eager to watch the excitement and don't mind things getting out of hand.
These people stood upstairs, assuming that the people downstairs wouldn't hit them.
Little did they know that Fu Rong would not play by the rules at all.
Snap snap snap—Snap snap snap—
Bullets pelted the wall like a torrential downpour, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight law-abiding citizens were hit by bullets.
Blood blossoms appeared on the walls and windows.
The man who tried to sleep with the female police officer was shot through the cheek.
If he hadn't dodged quickly, the bullet would have pierced his throat.
"Uuuuuu——"
The otaku felt a burning sensation in his mouth, and a piece of his tongue fell to the floor, reflexively twitching.
A few unlucky souls were shot through the head, and blood gushed out like a burst faucet, leaving them lying motionless on the ground.
"Help!"
"The robbers have killed someone!"
Call an ambulance immediately!
The police officers standing behind the armored vehicle were furious.
Zhu Huabiao was so angry his hair stood on end: "Beast! How dare you attack unarmed civilians! You're the worst of the worst!"
"Hey, you guys cover me, I'm going to take him out!"
Zhu Huabiao shouted something to Qiu Gang'ao, then charged out with his .38 rifle in hand.
"You don't want your life!"
Qiu Gang'ao tried to stop him, but it was too late; he could only watch helplessly as Zhu Huabiao rushed forward.
"Danger!"
"Fire! Cover him!"
As the supreme commander, Chen Jiaju issued the order to provide cover.
Da da da—da da da—da da da—
Zhu Huabiao braved a hail of bullets, weaving through the cars.
The second floor.
Li Jian lifted his chin from the machine gun and exclaimed, "I thought Jiaju was invincible, but I didn't expect someone to be even more desperate than him. He's a fierce general!"