After two more teammates, shot in the knees, were dragged out, the captain's expression turned grim, and he also began to feel anxious. He hadn't expected this killer to be so troublesome.
Director Gina told them they would be facing a high-level assassin, but they hadn't expected this guy's methods to be so brutal.
Johnny's knee-breaking tactic had a very cruel name: 'encircle and strike reinforcements'.
Although this wasn't true 'encircle and strike reinforcements', crippling his teammates' knees meant their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. While they wouldn't become a complete burden, they still slowed down the entire tactical squad's operational speed.
And he also had to consider that they couldn't abandon them, which was what scared him the most. If they had been killed outright, he could have comforted himself, but now?
Looking at the three teammates with shot-through knees, he didn't know what to do.
After the other teammates used tactical tourniquets to treat the three teammates' knees, they all looked towards the captain.
"The bullets came from the left, so in a moment, we'll throw both grenades and flashbangs to the left."
After a moment of thought, the captain quickly proposed a viable plan, and the rest of the team immediately agreed. But Johnny had already started moving. He knew that after firing those shots, the enemy already knew his position, and staying there would be no different from courting death.
So, he immediately walked to his left, which was further into the office.
After passing through a corridor, there was a door. Johnny pushed it open only to find that it was a storage room inside, and there was also a door locked here.
"Oh, it really is like 'when mountains and rivers are exhausted, there seems no road, but then willows darken and flowers brighten, revealing another village!'"
Johnny immediately stepped forward, but found that the door was locked from the inside.
Trouble!
At this moment, Johnny heard a 'thud' from outside – the sound of a grenade landing. The other sound was probably a flashbang, Johnny instantly had an idea.
This door was made of wood, not iron or steel, so there was still a chance. Johnny immediately stepped back two paces, and conveniently pulled away the table that was blocking it.
Grenades and flashbangs usually have a 3-4 second fuse. From hearing the sound until now, they should have exploded, so Johnny immediately charged forward.
Boom!
Bang!
The two explosion sounds and Johnny's kick against the door overlapped at that instant. This door, made of plywood, was kicked open by Johnny with a single blow.
The moment he kicked it open, Johnny immediately reached out and grabbed the door, preventing it from slamming against the wall.
After all, although there were two explosions, the interval was too short, making it even more troublesome. If the sound of the door hitting the wall was heard by them, then it would be even harder for him to escape.
Johnny quickly passed through the door, and closed it behind him. Behind it was another room, similar to an office, and it was also empty.
After Johnny propped the door with a table, he continued forward.
Passing through this storage room, he came outside. After opening the door, it was another office, but there was no one here either.
And there was a lot of dust on the office furniture.
Johnny arrived at the door, quickly twisted the handle and walked out. This corridor and the one he entered from formed an L-shape.
"You bunch of idiots, got your asses scrubbed clean yet? Your little lord is coming for you!"
Johnny switched the Pistol in his right hand to his left, then pulled out another glock from his lower back.
Then, he walked to the L-shaped corner, looked out, and indeed, the remaining three injured tactical squad members were lying there.
Johnny approached from behind, silently. When one of the tactical squad members realized something was wrong, Johnny was already standing behind him.
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive shots instantly dispatched the three injured tactical squad members.
Then Johnny quickly extended his Pistol inside and fired four consecutive shots.
He wounded the last remaining teammate, with the final bullet penetrating through his back of the neck. The man instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to move, blood slowly gushing from the wound.
The other two teammates who had already entered the office heard the gunshots and immediately rushed back to provide support, sweeping the area as soon as they came out.
Bullets instantly pierced through the partition, but Johnny had already retreated, hiding behind the wall.
Of the eight tactical squad members, only the captain and co-captain remained; all other squad members were dead.
Such a terrifying casualty ratio stimulated the minds of both the captain and co-captain.
What they had thought would be an easy, foolproof mission had now turned into a slaughterhouse for them.
The enemy was still firing. Johnny bent down and pulled a grenade from one of the bodies, then pulled out the safety pin, and used the body to hold down the grenade's safety lever.
But the spring tension of the safety lever was very strong, and Johnny hadn't covered it with his full palm, only a small part, just enough to give himself time to retreat.
Then Johnny quickly turned around and ran towards the office he had just come from.
The gunshots also stopped at this moment.
When Johnny hid around the L-shaped corner, the two captains also extended their Pistols, but found nothing.
The co-captain looked at the bodies on the ground, and an inexplicable sadness and anger welled up in his heart.
"Son of a bitch, I must kill you!"
The co-captain was furious. He couldn't help but squat down and pat the body of the fallen teammate.
Unexpectedly, this action caused the hand pressing the grenade to move. The safety lever sprang open, but because the body was covering it, the sound of it springing open was not heard.
Meanwhile, the captain was looking left and right, guarding against another ambush, especially around that L-shaped turn.
In a fleeting moment as he looked down, he noticed a round object in his teammate's hand.
"Fire in the hole!"
The instant he shouted this, the captain immediately grabbed the co-captain's tactical bulletproof vest and lunged backward.
And at that very moment, the grenade instantly exploded. Thousands of shrapnel flew in all directions. The co-captain bore the brunt of it, his legs mangled beyond recognition by the shrapnel, followed by the captain, who was also hit by shrapnel.
These were not the most fatal injuries; more critically, the shockwave from the grenade explosion left both their heads ringing.
At this moment, Johnny emerged from the L-shaped corner, calmly raised his Pistol, and fired four shots!
Bang bang bang bang!
The two captains of the tactical squad were also pierced through the skull by 9mm bullets, dying with their eyes wide open.
Johnny shook his head. Although it was an L-shaped corridor and he was relatively far away, the sound wave's vibration still reached him, and his ears were also ringing slightly.
But the good news was that this danger was finally over. He immediately walked towards the office, came to the desk, and saw the black box on top. Fortunately, it had not been hit by the shrapnel from the explosion.
Johnny picked up the black box and walked out.
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