Meanwhile, Ivan, on his side, released a special, pungent, gas-like substance that spread from the center of the hall to the edges.
The gas had rapidly diffused, and even Johnny, who was near the door on the other side, caught a whiff of the acrid smell.
This pungent odor was still quickly spreading, and all the security personnel present smelled it, but they didn't know where it was coming from.
At this moment, Ivan seized the opportunity to shout, "Gas leak! It's a gas leak!"
While shouting, he darted to the alarm not far from him and pressed it.
Immediately, the alarm blared throughout the entire building, and everyone, thrown into disarray by Ivan's shouts, panicked.
Upstairs on the second floor, William Cooper, who was about to assign tasks, was completely stunned when he heard this.
How could such a serious security issue occur at a time like this?
The only explanation was that Frank and his team had arrived!
He immediately rushed downstairs, while frantically calling all security personnel on his walkie-talkie to ensure the Vice President's safe evacuation.
"Damn it, these lunatics!"
William had never felt so uncomfortable as he did today.
He was truly too passive.
Frank, the lunatic, had already escaped in Paris, and he didn't expect him to dare to return to America; he was truly too audacious.
He knew these people were capable of anything, but he had underestimated their sheer audacity.
When he rushed down, his fellow agents had already escorted the Vice President towards the exit of the hall.
But unfortunately, by the time Ivan started creating chaos, Johnny had already left.
He had used his zip ties to bind the doorknob several times and, for good measure, had found a length of iron chain from who knows where to wrap around it as well.
Watching the door violently push twice in his direction before falling silent, Johnny's lips curved into a smile.
When the security inside discovered the door was locked, they immediately changed direction and rushed towards the basement.
Frank and Ivan, who were still in the venue, also began to evacuate; their purpose was merely to startle the Vice President into leaving.
But Frank had done one other thing: he had inserted a USB drive into the multimedia player, setting it to auto-play.
Soon, a series of photos were projected onto the screen, and someone, noticing them, captured all these images.
After completing all this, Frank left, and Johnny had already arrived at the basement exit.
Walking towards the trash can, Johnny opened its lid abruptly, then pulled a prepared brown paper bag from its inner wall.
After tearing open the paper bag, he pulled out a P90 submachine gun.
Next, he took four long magazines from the brown paper bag, casually put them into his pocket, and then, holding the P90 submachine gun, rushed into the basement.
These were the weapons he had prepared and placed there in advance.
Meanwhile, Marvin, after meeting with Victoria, had her change into a pair of comfortable boots.
Next, he took a steel tripod from the car's trunk and set it up on the inevitable path leading to the exit.
Then, he lifted the heavy M2HB heavy machine gun from the trunk, securely attaching it to the tripod.
He then took a large box from the trunk, pulled out a belt of ammunition, and handed it to Victoria.
Victoria, upon receiving the ammunition belt, skillfully opened the M2HB's feed tray, placed one end of the belt into the chamber, then closed and latched the feed tray.
The next second, Victoria gripped the M2HB's bolt with her right hand and, with all her might, pulled it back forcefully.
With a distinct 'clack,' the heavy machine gun was loaded.
At the same time, the Vice President, escorted by his security personnel, had rushed into the basement and boarded the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz.
The security personnel then started the vehicle and headed towards the basement exit.
"Damn it, who is so audacious as to dare to cause a disturbance in such a setting?"
The Vice President was still somewhat bewildered at this moment; he had suddenly heard someone shout about a gas leak, and then he was escorted out.
Although he was accustomed to such situations, it still greatly annoyed him.
The security personnel drove the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz rapidly towards the exit.
As he rounded a corner, the road ahead was a long straight stretch; one more turn and they could exit.
But at that moment, Victoria appeared directly in front, gripping the M2HB's handles with both hands.
The next second, his thumbs simultaneously pressed the triggers.
As the rear end of the trigger linkage lifted and the front end lowered, it pressed down the sear, releasing the firing pin rod.
The firing pin spring then pushed the firing pin rod and firing pin forward, striking the primer and firing the cartridge.
Subsequently, the 12.7mm armor-piercing projectile moved forward along the barrel, causing the chamber pressure to lock the barrel and bolt, which simultaneously recoiled 19mm, before the projectile flew out of the muzzle!
12.7 x 99mm caliber armor-piercing rounds, at a rate of 450 rounds per minute, rained down like a storm upon the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
It was like a torrential downpour, and this was the exact scene Johnny witnessed as he rushed into the basement.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly an old artist of gunfire!"
In contrast, our Vice President's senses were not so pleasant, as the 12.7mm armor-piercing projectiles, like a storm, were being fired directly at him.
In just an instant, the right side of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz was covered in dense bullet marks.
Although not yet penetrated, the armor-piercing rounds were embedded one by one.
But it wasn't over yet; subsequent armor-piercing rounds continued to relentlessly cover the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, as dense and impenetrable as a water surface.
The security personnel tried to drive the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz forward to evade, but Victoria simply followed the car's movement, the M2HB's muzzle tightly tracking the Mercedes-Benz.
The bulletproof Mercedes-Benz's tires were quickly blown out, rendering it unable to move, and the car was forced to stop in the middle of the road.
Marvin, standing beside Victoria, loaded a magazine of nails into his nail gun and then walked to the other side.
At the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, security escorted the Vice President out of the car, hiding behind the vehicle.
This way, they could survive if the other side were to be penetrated.
The furious bullets continued to pour down, while William, leading the CIA agents, rushed out from another basement stairwell, firing wildly towards them, attempting to cover the Vice President's escape.
The belated Ivan glanced at Victoria, who was firing frantically, and a look of intoxication appeared in his eyes.
Then he pulled out a pen, which was actually a remote control.
He then pressed it abruptly, and a car not far from him, next to the Vice President's, suddenly exploded.
The violent explosion drew everyone's attention and vigilance.
William, however, had no way to dodge; he could only rush out to engage in a gunfight with these terrorists.
But he found that the M2HB, still unleashing a storm of metal, was still firing, but there was no one beside it.
It turned out Marvin had already used a nail gun to create a fully automatic device for the heavy machine gun.
"Fuck!"
William could only curse furiously, then ordered his colleagues to escort the Vice President away.
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