Amid Qingpi's urging, Ronan walked a few steps quickly and arrived in front of the minibus. Only then did the burly man realize that the person coming over was wearing work clothes, but his face was very unfamiliar.

Just when he was about to ask a question, he saw the figure in front of him flash, his throat was so cold that he couldn't say anything.

Ronan's body turned sharply, and he was in front of Qingpi in just one step. Qingpi was still bragging to another workman, but the dagger had already pierced his heart!

The man in work clothes opened his mouth to shout, but before he could open his mouth, a big hand grabbed his neck like an iron pincer and broke his cervical vertebrae with a snap.

Ronan threw the dagger out with his right hand, and the last man in overalls covered his throat and fell to the ground.

Before the man fell, Ronan passed by and drew out his dagger.

Then he walked out of the warehouse and walked towards the office building.

Four people carrying weapons came from the office building. Due to the angle of view, they could not see the situation here.

As the two sides were about to meet, Ronan heard that all the people on the other side were speaking Albanian. He rushed into the crowd, swung his dagger like lightning, and all four people covered their throats and fell down.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot from the other side of the office building, followed by angry roars!

Ronan understands Albanian.

"Gather! Gather! All the gunmen come here!" The man shouted in a very high voice: "Someone kidnapped Marco! When the boss has news, we will set off immediately!"

The most elite gunmen of the Albanian gang immediately put down what they were doing, picked up their weapons and walked towards the office building.

Ronan ignored the bodies on the ground, picked up the Romanian-made akm and two magazines carried by one of them, and ran towards the office building.

Many people came to gather in various places in the building and storage area.

Ronan came to the flower bed made of bricks and stones opposite the building and stood motionless in the shadow, blending into the night.

There were many people coming and going, but no one even glanced at him.

Within half a minute, a shrill whistle sounded, and someone shouted not far away: "A trespasser is coming! Someone is being killed here!"

In the distance, many people were running that way.

In front of the building, the attention of more than fifty gunmen who had gathered was also attracted.

Ronan flat-ended his akm, aimed at the densest crowd, and pulled the trigger!

Da da da--

The Albanian gangsters were caught off guard, and a large group of them fell instantly.

Ronan emptied the magazine and quickly replaced it with a second one, so fast that the Albanian had no time to counterattack and fired again.

"Who's shooting..."

The man who called for assembly earlier was half-dead in the head by a bullet as soon as he was halfway out of his words.

At such a close distance, it was another backstab attack. After finishing two magazines, there was no one left standing in front of the building.

The most elite group of gunmen were wiped out without even firing their guns.

Ronan hid behind the flower bed while changing the magazine.

A window in a room upstairs was opened, someone showed up, and an automatic rifle was aimed at the flower bed and fired a burst of fire.

Ronan had already moved far away, raised the muzzle of his gun, and fired twice. The man upstairs lay prone on the window, and the gun in his hand fell down and fell on a corpse.

"People are over there!" Someone shouted: "Hurry up and support!"

There were people running towards this side, but not many.

The most elite and most organized gunmen rushed to the front of the building immediately, and then they were suddenly attacked.

Ronan didn't panic, searched for a few more magazines, and hid behind a truck.

The truck's tall bed and strong body block the view of the building, protecting it from two flanking attacks for a short period of time.

Facing a gang that integrates drug trafficking, human trafficking and arms smuggling, Ronan has no idea of ​​holding back.

The man stood quietly in the shadow of the truck, his finger on the trigger, and the akm fired rapidly.

Bang bang bang!

"ah--"

Gunshots were fired and screams were heard.

Every time he fired, someone always fell down.

But before a magazine was finished, Ronan suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. He accelerated suddenly and ran out like a cheetah running at full speed.

The swiftness of the leopard gave him powerful activation and acceleration abilities. In the blink of an eye, he had already hid behind a big tree more than 20 meters away.

The bullet landed behind him, sending sparks flying across the concrete floor and surrounding vehicles.

Something flew out of a window of the building, and when Ronan noticed it, it had already hit the truck where he had been hiding.

Boom——

The huge explosion was deafening, the truck exploded into pieces, flames rose into the sky, and the shock wave of the explosion sent countless debris flying everywhere.

Ronan hid behind the big tree, and a word flashed in his head - rpg!

I couldn't help but yell: "These crazy people! They actually have rocket launchers!"

The sense of danger arose again, Ronan stepped out, turned the muzzle of his gun to the window of memory, and fired repeatedly.

The strong gangster who took up the rocket launcher again was shot several times and fell in the room.

These Albanians were average in strength, that is, at the level of ordinary gangster gunmen, and they suffered heavy losses under Ronan's guns.

Ronan kept changing positions and firing continuously. Anyone who dared to come to support him was captured by his predator alertness and sent back to his hometown with his accurate marksmanship.

During the shooting, the sense of danger struck again. Ronan ran at high speed. There was a window with flames shining, and a light machine gun was placed on the window sill, spraying out a dense rain of bullets!

Ronan didn't dare to touch his flesh and blood body and touch the rain of metal bullets, so he hid behind a stone statue and was so crushed that he couldn't lift his head!

"Go to hell!"

In a room on the second floor, Murad picked up a rocket launcher and aimed at the statue.

Under the night, a figure rushed out.

Murad fired a rocket.

Boom——

The explosion shot into the sky and the statue was shattered to pieces!

"Come again!"

Murad reached back and another subordinate handed him a rocket launcher.

In Province 93, a chaotic place abandoned by France, he had a lot of freedom. At worst, he could find a few people and hand it over to the security bureau afterwards.

The stone dust brought by the shock wave made Ronan disgraced.

After changing the belt of the light machine gun, he turned around and fired, lifting the gunner's skull.

Then, he fired to suppress the window where the rocket launcher was fired, and ran towards the building.

These bastards have heavy weapons! If they dare to use them so recklessly, they must have the support of the French powerful department!

Fighting at a distance is too much of a loss!

Ronan quickly bypassed the front of the office building, came to the blind corner on the side, jumped up, and used his hands on the window sill to climb up to the second floor.

"Where is the man?" Murad urged his men: "Quick! He has entered the building! Get out and kill him!"

The four gunmen ran out of the room, joined the other four gunmen, guarded the corridor, and slowly searched forward.

They are very careful, that gunman is very strong!

After passing the elevator, Ronan came to the corner and looked out. He saw eight tough Albanians in the corridor.

right here!

While Ronan dodged out, he fired wildly with much faster reaction and speed than ordinary people. The eight people screamed and fell into a pool of blood before they could even react.

"Killed?" someone in the room shouted.

Ronan approached the door of the suite and knocked on the door with the butt of his gun.

boom--

The shotgun penetrated the wooden door and hit the opposite wall, leaving a dense mass of eye-catching marks.

Boom! Boom!

Two more gunshots were heard, and the door shook.

Ronan picked up the AK and fired at the door lock.

The opponent showed no signs of weakness and used a shotgun to blast through the door!

With sawdust flying, the door could no longer hold its position and fell with a clang.

Ronan threw away the empty AK, took out Marco's cell phone, and threw it into the room!

When Murad saw something dark flying in, he thought it was a grenade and ran to the suite bedroom.
To be continued...