Zhang Jie and Miles were actively trying to deal with the female assassin, Luo Feiyu. It must be said, she was truly ferocious, with an extremely wild yet very meticulous fighting style.
Zhang Jie could feel a strong sense of threat.
On one hand, it was because his own firepower was insufficient; all his gun ammunition was spent, leaving him with only a dagger.
Without long-range firepower, they could only rely on the two guns in Miles's hands, which put them in a rather passive position. After all, controlling Miles to shoot and shooting himself were two completely different matters.
Furthermore, Luo Feiyu had plenty of ammunition, and every suppressive fire made it impossible for Zhang Jie to raise his head.
The three of them continuously changed positions on the second floor, playing a game of cat and mouse.
In fact, Luo Feiyu seemed to enjoy this feeling, so she kept teasing and pressuring them, as if playing a game.
Her laughter echoed continuously on the second floor.
She seemed completely unconcerned about whether her position was exposed.
Zhang Jie even suspected she was deliberately making noise to lure him into attacking.
With her powerful firepower, if he dared to show his head, she would turn him into a sieve.
When the other assassins saw that even Luo Feiyu had made her move, they all couldn't hold back and swarmed into the abandoned building.
After all, Zhang Jie affected their path to promotion.
Meanwhile, Ross and his five companions finally managed to blend into the abandoned building amidst the chaos. Upon entering the building, they could no longer continue watching the live broadcast, otherwise, several lives wouldn't be enough.
"Holy crab! This guy's killing method is exactly like John's. I hate this assembly-line style of marksmanship," Caesar muttered softly while observing.
Rod looked at the scattered corpses and their wounds, nodding in agreement. Such fluid technique must have been trained for a long time, he thought?
But then he thought of Ling Feng's genius, and figured that kid was probably just as good. Otherwise, with John's personality, how could he have taken him as a disciple?
He had no idea it was purely John's way of getting Zhang Jie a stable job, only he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
Ross looked at the bodies on the ground and said nothing, just continued forward. Yin Yang did the same.
Christmas spat with a hint of disdain, then touched his waist and followed Ross upstairs.
At this point, Zhang Jie and his two companions had already reached the fourth floor, while the other assassins were still lingering on the second floor.
Firstly, these assassins were all wary of each other, fearing a sneak attack. Secondly, there was only one path to promotion, and competition was inevitable.
So, when Ross and his group prepared to go up to the second floor, they were also cautious, as they had already detected a strong smell of gunpowder.
Christmas's receding hairline and full beard gave him a fierce appearance.
The midday sun slanted in through the broken window frames of the unfinished building, and dust motes danced in the light beams.
Barney Ross crouched behind a wall at the second-floor stairwell, his rough fingers gently caressing the grip of a Kimber M1911, squinting into the shadows of the second floor.
"Ten of them. Three on the left flank, five on the right flank, two at the end of the corridor," Yin Yang whispered, his P228 in hand, his voice almost inaudible, "There's cover in the corridor, but they have no retreat."
Caesar grinned, spun his golden Desert Eagle in his palm before holstering it, then pulled out the AA-12 shotgun from his back, loading FRAG-12 rounds: "I'll be responsible for blasting the walls and them into smithereens."
Rod said nothing, merely picked up his M4A1 with a grenade launcher attachment, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Christmas suddenly bent down and picked up a dirty baseball cap from the ground, twirling it on his fingertip: "Twenty usd says these idiots will open fire."
"Save it, you still owe me from last time--" Before Ross could finish, Christmas had already flung the cap up the stairs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment three bullets pierced the cap, Christmas's Glock18 slid out of its holster, but his left hand had already pulled out an M84 stun grenade, his thumb flicking off the safety: "Lunch break's over, kids."
The stun grenade arced, bouncing off the concrete edge of the stair landing, and landed precisely in the second-floor corridor.
The five of them simultaneously turned their heads and closed their eyes—
Boom!
Blinding white light and a 170-decibel explosion ripped through the air.
Caesar charged out first, the roar of his AA-12 like a pile driver blasting through the concrete partition wall, the remains of the right-flank assassin exploding along with the bricks.
Yin Yang ducked under a bullet hole, his nunchaku coiling around one assassin's throat, while his MP5K pressed against another's jaw, firing three rapid shots, blood mist spraying onto the ceiling.
"Left!" Rod rolled over a pile of rebar, his M4A1 spitting muzzle flash, and the two assassins on the other side were caught off guard and riddled with bullets by Rod.
Christmas leaped over the rubble onto the second floor, dual-wielding Glock18s, firing left and right. Two assassins, still clutching their eyes and looking up from the stun grenade's disorientation, were pinned to the wall by a hail of 9mm bullets.
He whistled: "Six."
Ross's Kimber M1911 also roared, the brains and blood of the last two assassins at the end of the corridor splattering in a fan shape on the wall.
"Eight," he corrected, his boots stepping through the blood, "The remaining two are..."
"Behind!" Yin Yang suddenly shouted.
Caesar's AA-12 was already raised, but Christmas was faster. He flung a tactical dagger through the windowless frame, embedding it into the trachea of the assassin who had just poked his head out.
The last person had just shown his head when Yin Yang leaped up and shattered his jaw with a flying knee, and before he even hit the ground, Caesar's Desert Eagle blasted half his head off.
"Ten," Caesar spat an empty shell onto the ground, "Damn it, I'm having a double portion for lunch."
Ross surveyed the bloody corridor, then patted Christmas's shoulder: "Next time, fifty usd."
"Fuck you! You still haven't given me the twenty usd from last time!" Christmas looked annoyed, and Ross just gave a dry laugh.
The sudden intense gunfire from downstairs alerted the three people upstairs, and the few assassins already on the third floor also tensed up.
The gunfire downstairs didn't sound like competition; it was a one-sided slaughter.
Upon hearing the gunfire downstairs, Luo Feiyu's expression froze slightly, then she started laughing wildly again.
"Hahahahaha, interesting, too interesting!"
She started to speed up. She didn't want anyone to steal her prey!
And when Zhang Jie heard the fierce gunfire downstairs, his lips also curled into a grin, "Hey, crazy woman over there, my reinforcements have arrived! If you don't run now, you won't get another chance."
Zhang Jie deliberately shouted loudly. Although he didn't know who was coming to support him, since John had called them, it must be fine.
He didn't believe that those weaklings could catch John's eye.
But he didn't notice that Luo Feiyu, while shooting towards Zhang Jie, was also moving towards the window.
She was a bit crazy, but she wasn't suicidal.
After firing a few more shots, she reached the window, and at that moment, intense gunfire also erupted on the third floor.
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