Xu Chuan squatted on the ground on the terrace, pulling the glass door open one centimeter at a time to ensure that there is no sound until he can get in. He lay on the ground, crawled in, and then closed it again.
The quarrel in the room became clear, but Xu Chuan didn't have time to pay attention to their communication content. As long as the person was not dead, he got up from behind the piano and observed the position of his shadow to avoid being exposed in advance before launching an attack.
He took out the loaded M1911, stuck it in a corner, poked an eye out of the wall and took a quick look. In less than a second, he had enough time to record the positions of several people.
"Selol, why don't you understand, I do this for the Durand family." A low and hoarse voice shouted there, but before he finished speaking, Xu Chuan had already walked out of the corner. Yes, as if he was at home, he woke up and walked out of the bedroom.
Everyone was stunned. This was a scene that they had never thought of. The two bodyguards reacted a little faster than the terrorists who were left behind. They reached into their arms and prepared to pull out their guns at the first time, but it was useless because Xu Chuan had already fired.
Four clean and neat bullets hit the faces of the four people, just like hitting a ripe watermelon with a baseball bat, and red juice splashed everywhere.
"What are you doing? Who are you?" After being shocked, the older man was actually questioning Xu Chuan. He searched left and right, picked up the glass vase for decoration on the table next to him, and smashed it at the old guy's face without hesitation.
Durand's uncle, the employer behind the attack, didn't even hum, and his eyes rolled and fell to the ground, "Damn, don't try too hard, don't die." Xu Chuan quickly squatted down and reached out to touch his pulse. Fortunately, it's okay, although he was not dead, but with his age, he shouldn't be able to get out of bed at the hospital that had not been in a few months.
Xu Chuan didn't want to kill him. If Durand wanted to record his favor, he couldn't do this. After all, he was his uncle, not a passerby. It was one thing to save him, and killing his immediate family was another thing.
The two terrorists took off their tactical vests, put them on first, and then threw the other one to Durand. The two of them didn't say a word, but Durand knew what the other party meant, and this man was here to save him.
Although he didn't know the other party's purpose, he finally had hope. He had been arguing with his uncle before to delay time and wait for rescue.
Xu Chuan checked the two G36Cs that fell to the ground, picked one of them behind his back, and then grabbed Durand, who had just put on a tactical vest, walked to the terrace, pointed to the terrace in the next room, and "jumped over."
Durand, "…!?", here is the seventh floor. The height of the hotel is higher than that of an ordinary building. He looked down, then looked at the terrace next door two meters away, then turned his head and looked at Xu Chuan with a black hood in confusion, "Are you planning to save me?", but he didn't dare to say this sentence.
"Hurry up." Burkhoff said to him on the satellite phone, a team of armed personnel were coming and asking him to hurry up.
"Wait, wait, wait." Durand was pulled on the collar of his clothes by Xu Chuan. Seeing that this meant that if he didn't dare to jump, he would be ready to throw him over.
"Wait, wait for your sister!" Xu Chuan, who was speaking Chinese, didn't care whether he could understand it or not. He pushed him onto the stone guardrail and kicked him out in Durand's struggle. In fact, the two terraces were not far away, just a little more than one meter. It was just at night, fear distorted Durand's sense of space.
The unlucky Durand has experienced this since he was a child. He can pretend to be calm when facing the bandits. Now he is left with only pain. He is kicked and groans, but he still doesn't jump completely. His whole body is hung on the guardrail opposite, and his legs are kicking up desperately in the air, looking like a frog that cannot be found in the pond.
"It's so stupid." Xu Chuan jumped over, and even with an assault rifle on his back, he easily jumped over Durand's head, stood firm and turned around, quickly reached out to grab his belt, and carried the person up.
The original room was pushed away, and a group of people could be heard breaking in, shouting at the corpse on the ground. Xu Chuan pulled Durand and hurriedly hid in the room. No one moved into the room, and the light inside was still dark.
Push the person into a room, "Stay not to make a sound here, will you use it?" After saying that, he handed Durand the M1911 that had been replaced with the magazine, not to let him protect himself, but to boost his courage.
Durand nodded in the dark. He is still confused. Who is this person and why he came to save him? It just depends on the other party's appearance and it seems that he has no intention of explaining to him.
Xu Chuan held the G36C in his hand from behind, pushed open the door and walked out as if nothing had happened. He was wearing the same clothes as these terrorists and terrorists, which was so easy for him to get involved.
The person guarding the corridor just glanced at him without any suspicion. Xu Chuan took a deep breath and the corners of his mouth under the mask raised slightly.
The thumb pushed the safety into a continuous state, lifted the muzzle without warning, and shot two three shots quickly, knocking down the two people at the door, turning the gun body, and jogging through the door while shooting through the remaining bullets in the magazine inside.
When he came to the other side of the gate, he didn't care how many people could be knocked down in this round of shooting. Xu Chuan accelerated and ran to the stairs. He first pressed the magazine to hold the stadium, replaced the other connected, and then used the empty hang-up release button to reset the bolt.
After doing this, he took out two grenades from the sub-bag behind him, and after hearing the movements of the people in the room, he pulled out the safety plug and threw them out together.
"shit, fuck", greetings with various accents came from the corridor. When the grenade exploded, Xu Chuan had already gone down to the fifth floor. This series of attacks would definitely attract everyone's attention here.
The rifle was not equipped with a muffler. The huge sound in the hotel corridor made Xu Chuan's ears buzz, which was the result of the phone headphones being stuffed.
"TMD, using such an expensive gun, it doesn't even fit a noise-cancelling headphone. It's okay to have a silencer. It's so stingy." Xu Chuan complained in his heart. He really didn't understand why these people were treated differently. The M1911 before all had silencers, but there weren't people here.
"Koko and the others have already begun to prepare for evacuation." Nikita on the phone provided him with the situation in the hotel. In the banquet hall on the first floor, when Koko and his men heard the gunshots and explosions coming from the building, they knew that Xu Chuan had already started.
Now is the opportunity. When the terrorists in the building have not realized that there is only one person above, most of the people will support them so that they will have the opportunity to leave here.
"Everyone is ready, don't be messed up, women take off their high heels." Koko had already taken off her and threw her aside. They had to pass through the courtyard quickly, and it was really inconvenient to wear that kind of thing.
Chapter completed!