The man cried in pain, clutching his knees, and the Pistol in his hand was knocked away. Johnny stood by the wall, watching him silently.
After confirming that the opponent had lost the ability to resist, Johnny took out his phone and glanced at the tracking map Tej had made, only to find the red dot right in front of him.
"You're not Gina!"
In an instant, Johnny realized that this guy was not the woman he had been in contact with.
Hearing Johnny's words, the man looked up blankly, "Gina? Fuck! Damn bitch!"
The man was not foolish. In a flash, he knew he had been set up, pushed out as a pawn and bait.
"Hey, listen! I'm Ben Larson, Deputy Director of the CIA's Overseas Special Hostile Forces Investigation Division. I think there must be some misunderstanding between us."
Ben Larson extended his hand, palm facing Johnny, to show his vulnerability, and at the same time advised, "I think you must have also fallen into his trap."
Johnny raised an eyebrow, signaling Ben Larson to continue. Ben Larson breathed a sigh of relief, then endured the pain and pointed to the black box above.
"This pandoras box is specifically used to control satellite crashes. It can calculate the time to make a satellite fall at a designated location. This was originally obtained by our CIA, so I wanted to use it to do some things."
"You know, sometimes, our actions are beyond our control," Ben Larson continued.
Johnny, however, turned his head, looked outside, and then continued to look at him, "I'm just curious, why did your phone turn into Gina's?"
Ben Larson laughed, "These are just small tricks, something we're already used to. But you've reminded me, it seems Gina really wants to get rid of me."
"As long as you leave today, I'll pretend nothing happened here and give you a 500,000 USD fee for your trouble. How does that sound?"
Ben Larson looked at Johnny and said in a very sincere tone.
Johnny lowered his muzzle slightly, then said approvingly, "That's indeed a good idea."
Just as Ben Larson thought his deal with Johnny was made, Johnny suddenly said, "But the one thing you shouldn't do is try to negotiate with me at a time like this!"
Because he had been leaning against the wall, he could hear sounds from outside and in the corridor. Those running footsteps, he didn't need to think, were definitely from the special services.
He had just been wondering why the defenses here were so light. Sure enough, this was the trap Gina had set for him.
The muzzle slightly raised, the trigger pulled, a shot fired, and the wide-eyed, unwilling Ben Larson slowly fell backward.
Ben Larson hadn't expected Johnny to not let him go in the end.
Johnny then quickly checked the bullets in the Pistol: four left. Adding the bullet in the chamber, that made 12 rounds.
But the problem was, there were quite a few people coming up, and the ammunition he carried with him was probably not enough to face them.
However, he was currently holding the Pistols of those two unlucky security guards, and he also had a glock 19 tucked into his waistband.
Adding his two glock 34s and a few magazines, it was barely enough.
But the gunshots had already given away his position, so Johnny immediately retreated backward.
He moved away from the door, so that the enemy couldn't hit him from another angle.
Then, Johnny half-crouched, holding his Pistols with both hands, his eyes fixed on the door. Running was impossible. Since Gina had already set the trap, she was waiting for him to fall into it. Any attempt to escape would be futile.
Soon, the footsteps grew closer and closer, and in a short while, they reached outside the door. Johnny held his breath.
The next second, a person slowly walked in, holding a Pistol.
When his knee was revealed, Johnny resisted the urge to shoot, but when he saw his tactical suit, Johnny's heart sank halfway.
After all, none of the four Pistols on him had strong penetration. The FN57 was not on him at all.
So Johnny had no choice. As the upper half of the man's body was about to step in, Johnny chose to pull the trigger.
Bang!
A bullet directly took out the opponent's knee.
"Ah!"
Suffering such a sudden blow, the member of the tactical team couldn't help but cry out in pain. Before his teammates could drag him out from behind, Johnny had already fired a second shot, because he was now kneeling on the ground, and his head was exposed.
Bang!
The 9mm bullet instantly pierced his temple, and blood burst out from the other side.
The team member's wail instantly ceased, and at this moment, he was dragged back by his teammates, only it was a corpse that was dragged back, not his living teammate.
"Fuck!"
His teammates' angry curses came from outside the door, and then several people no longer dared to enter. But the next second, Johnny heard the crisp sound of a safety pin being pulled out.
Then two grenades rolled in. Johnny saw that instant and immediately cursed, "Motherfucker, you can't play fair!"
Immediately after, he quickly got up and jumped backward, hiding behind the office desk. This office desk was made of wood, and the material was quite thick, so it should be able to withstand the splash of shrapnel.
The next second, the two grenades exploded instantly, and the strong shockwave and flying shrapnel splattered everywhere in the office.
However, due to the relatively far distance, Johnny was not affected much, except that his ears were a little uncomfortable.
One second after the explosion, Johnny quickly poked his head out and rested his Pistol on the boss's desk. Sure enough, the next second, team members rushed in.
Johnny also didn't hesitate, firing three shots, all hitting the opponent's knees.
Three team members knelt, clutching their knees and wailing, while struggling to retreat. But how could Johnny waste such an opportunity? He fired two more shots, killing two special operations team members.
Within just two minutes, losing three team members in a row, the captain of this special operations team outside the door felt his pressure double.
"Damn it, what kind of monster is this?"
First, an angry curse came from outside the room, followed by the crisp sound of a pin being pulled out.
The next second, two more grenade-like objects were thrown in. Johnny immediately covered his ears and curled up under the office desk.
Boom! Boom!
This time it wasn't a grenade, but a flashbang. Fortunately, Johnny had prepared his defenses in advance, so the impact was not great, but he still had tinnitus and dizziness.
The vibration of this shockwave was impossible to guard against, and even his internal organs felt a faint discomfort.
Johnny immediately raised his Pistol, half-crouched, and poked his head out. This time they had learned their lesson and didn't immediately rush in.
And Johnny naturally didn't shoot, continuing to observe. He didn't believe these people could hold out outside for so long.
At the same time, Johnny was also thinking about his retreat route.
This was an office building. To escape from here, he either had to go through that door or through the outside window, but that was too dangerous.
However, Johnny's patience eventually led to a turning point. Seeing no movement inside for a long time, the opponents immediately rushed in.
Two team members rushed in, observing with their Pistols aimed, one left and one right, but Johnny fired first.
Again, two shots, and again, their knees were shot through. This time, Johnny did not continue to finish them off, but instead allowed these two wounded men to be dragged out by their teammates.
Shooting them in the knees, but not killing them, was only to burden them.
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