chsdbacks Chapter 609: Breaking through the siege! Can't you really hear me?
Chapter 609: Breaking through the siege! Can't you really hear me?
Chapter 609: Breaking through the siege! Can't you really hear me?
Baijiu cleared out the enemies coming from all around. They were like ants, without any fighting power and posed no threat to him.
The two of them turned their backs to each other with trust.
They kept a 360-degree search without blind spots, moving forward in a circle. Margaret shouted, "Bullets!"
Baijiu handed her three magazines from his arms.
Margaret reloaded her bullets: "Get ready to move!"
On the other side, the marmot that was knocked unconscious by the grenade stood up from the ruins and walked around unsteadily.
The pain in her legs and waist prevented her from running.
She forced herself to stay conscious and picked up the computer on the desk, but she felt a sharp pain in her palm.
The marmot half-closed his eyes and used his upper arm to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his eyes, and found that his palms were already torn.
The little finger looks like it's about to fall off.
She bit her lower lip in disdain, endured the severe pain, picked up the computer, put it in her cross-body bag, and moved through the hail of bullets.
He came to a glass, picked up a chair and knocked on it violently.
With a crisp "crash" sound, glass fragments scattered all over the ground.
She took a deep breath and climbed over the window. Broken glass cut her thighs and ankles, but she had no time to care about the wounds.
He jumped alone toward the top of the truck below, holding onto the side-view mirror, and touched the ground safely and easily, ready to rendezvous.
Baijiu held a rifle and scouted in front of Margaret: "Let's withdraw from here."
"Wait!" Baijiu's pores slightly opened, and he pushed her to the ground: "Lie down! Dodge!"
"Da da da da da da da!" Countless bullets were fired at that moment.
Baijiu calmed himself down, turned around and looked at the wall behind him, which had been riddled with bullets and looked like a honeycomb.
If it was two or three seconds later, the consequences would be disastrous.
Margaret's heart was beating very fast, but she remained calm and rational, and asked calmly: "I'm out of bullets."
"How much do you have left?"
Baijiu touched the empty bag on his chest and adjusted his breathing rate: "It will be enough for a while..."
Baijiu closed his eyes. Dense bullets were fired continuously from both sides, suppressing them with firepower and preventing them from moving.
Four or five enemies also used firepower to suppress the two people and quietly attacked their position, as if everything was in a dead end.
Baijiu suddenly opened his eyes with a determined look, and rolled sideways, and the world seemed to slow down.
Everything became extremely slow in his eyes.
He pursed his lips, and while the enemy on the right was reloading, he instantly aimed his gun at the nearest enemy on the left.
"Bang!" With a crisp and concise gunshot, the enemy fell vertically to the ground.
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
With only four bullets and his excellent marksmanship, Baijiu perfectly eliminated the enemy.
"Bang!" Another single bullet was fired at the enemy lurking near the window, and the bullet hit his temple.
His body leaned backwards uncontrollably, and the impact of the bullet penetrating his body caused him to fall backwards.
"Crash!" He smashed the glass behind him.
He fell vertically to the ground, and the mud below was stained red with blood.
The light in the distance shone on the corpse which was a pool of meat paste. It was a truck. Lao Hei turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.
"Just five seconds, bro!"
Baijiu grabbed Margaret's wrist and evacuated quickly.
They reached the window and he looked down and saw that the truck was parked just below, providing them with a place to stay.
Baijiu twisted his body 180 degrees and took out the telescopic hook from the left side of his chest. He aimed at the edge of the windowsill and the hook shot out from the muzzle of the gun.
Support it on the wall in a triangular shape and fix it firmly.
Baijiu stretched out his hand and gestured: "Margaret! Hold on to me!"
Baijiu held her in his arms like a gentleman, his hands around her waist, and his body leaning backwards.
He took out the medicine jar from his sleeve again and threw it at the side of the pillar in the distance, drawing an S curve.
Baijiu jumped out of the window and the rope slowly descended.
On the other side, Marmot covered his injured waist, limped to the truck, and moved into the passenger seat nimbly and lightly.
A large number of enemies coming to support arrived at the place where Baijiu was just now, and just as they were about to stick their heads out to look out the window.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The cold countdown echoed in my ears.
A man wearing a sewing cap showed an uneasy expression, tilted his head, and said fiercely: "It's over......"
"Peng!!!"
There was a loud explosion from above, and two or three burning bodies fell to the ground.
The white wine knocked against the glass below: "Old Black! Old Black!!"
"Gone!" he screamed.
"Hold on to me! Margaret!" Baijiu held her wrist tightly and put his hand in the seam of the truck to keep his balance.
Not affected by the inertia caused by the car turning, it falls to the ground.
In a trance, a strong feeling of nausea surged into his heart.
It's this feeling again... Baijiu's expression was a little ferocious, and cold sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
He coughed violently, with his head tilted, for more than dozens of seconds, and his face twitched.
Gradually calming down, looking at the large amount of black blood on the side, he pretended to be calm, this phenomenon...appeared again...
The helicopter was hovering above, the truck was moving at a rapid speed, and the cold wind was blowing on Baijiu's face.
He had no time to care about the abnormality of his body and continued to devote himself to the action wholeheartedly.
The helicopter landed in front of the truck. The hurricane-force wind created by the propeller made Baijiu feel a little cold, perhaps because of the sweating.
Or...it may be related to physical abnormalities...
After all, I feel cold and very weak...
He hadn't felt that in a long time.
Baijiu shook his head, raised his hands, and slapped himself twice, trying to remain calm and rational.
Then he grabbed Margaret, who was standing there in shock, and slid down the truck window, pulling her towards the helicopter.
Just as she was about to lift her legs to get on the helicopter.
With her sudden brute force, she roughly broke free from Baijiu's cold palm, hugged her forehead with both hands, and knelt on the ground.
"My head! It hurts! What's that sound!"
"What?" Baijiu was a little surprised.
Seeing this, the marmot stopped bandaging the wound, came to Margaret, and asked gently: "What's wrong with you?"
"Carry her onto the plane first." Baijiu bit his lip and forced himself to hold on.
Lao Hei carried her into the plane, then took out the controller from his pocket and pressed the buttons lightly with his fingers.
A ticking countdown could be heard from inside the truck.
"Oh my God!!!" Margaret swung her body left and right, shouting in pain: "What on earth is that sound!"
"You really can't hear me?!"