Although Dennis fought without any structure and just hit randomly based on feeling, he did have a few brushes in his hand.
These five years have not been in vain!
Long Zhan asked him to be responsible for guarding the stairs. He did not disappoint Long Zhan's hope. He actually guarded the stairs, which was easier than expected.
He himself was not injured in any way, and there were two more bodies on the stairs leading to the first floor.
Long Zhan habitually patted his shoulder, squeezed his arm, and began to advance to the third floor without saying a word.
After taking two steps, he suddenly came to his senses.
Dennis was not a professional special operations officer, and he had never learned any tactical gestures or movements.
Long Zhan had to turn his head again and explained with gestures: "I will continue to improve and advance, and you will continue to stay here to guard the stairs."
Dennis understood what Long Zhan meant this time and nodded to express his acceptance.
His expression was full of relaxation.
Compared to the past, when he always fought alone and struggled to survive, Dennis finally understood today.
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What are real thighs?
Dragon war is it!
From entering the door to now, Dennis only needs to follow Long Zhan, and any enemy will be eliminated without any pressure at all.
This feeling... is really great!
Dennis loved it!
The third floor is the floor where the battle is currently taking place. Long Zhan can already clearly feel the battle, and can even hear the clicking sound of the gun machine colliding and firing.
Long Zhan guessed that there was a high probability that someone was guarding the stairs, and he became more cautious when cutting corners.
Moving sideways along the ladder step by step, walking halfway up the stairs and coming to the corner where there was a break, there was a corpse lying face down and motionless.
This guy was wearing a long hooded suit that looked like a raincoat, and he clearly belonged to that group of cult members.
Long Zhan just looked at the corpse on the ground with his peripheral vision, and continued to push forward with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and his left forearm used as a stand to hold the sprayer.
When his left foot was about to step over the corpse, the silenced pistol held in his left hand pointed downwards and shot the corpse in the head.
If you don't want to be fucked by the old six and the cunt, you have to recharge when you pass by a corpse.
Dead or not, don't save this bullet.
After filling up the gun, he stepped over the corpse and continued forward. There was still no enemy coming out of the stairs on the third floor, and the gunfire upstairs was not as intense as before.
It sounds like there has been a significant reduction in personnel, resulting in a significant reduction in firepower.
Long Zhan doesn't know what's going on over there at usec, but there must be a lot fewer people from the mysterious cult. Long Zhan came here and patched up several of their corpses.
You can tell.
This team of usec is still very strong.
Even when surrounded by several times the number of enemies and being sneak-attacked by throwing grenades first, you can still kill so many cultists while fighting and retreating, which is enough to prove.
"Still no one is guarding? Do they think... we will definitely not be able to get up?"
Long Zhan looked at the empty staircase on the third floor, and a thought flashed through his mind. He couldn't figure out why the cultists upstairs were so confident that they could eliminate them below. It was absolutely impossible to threaten them.
However, no matter how confident they are, Long Zhan likes confident enemies very much.
The empty door of the unguarded staircase was wide open. Long Zhan went up to the third floor without any effort. He cut his eyes and looked down the corridor.
The exchange of fire occurred at the end of the corridor, at the entrance of a large apartment.
Long Zhan glanced at it and guessed it.
The apartment must have been more than 2 bedrooms and 1 living room, and there was a lot of turnover space inside. Usec must have been fighting while retreating, and hid in this apartment. The two sides finally started fighting across the living room.
There were people wearing cloaks or masks at the door. Long Zhan could see five of them, leaning forward and firing inside.
A troll, a shotgun, and three assault rifles.
They took turns firing without stopping for a second.
Gunfire could be heard from deep inside the apartment, with slow fire coming back from time to time. The gunfire was also sparse and sounded feeble.
It is obvious that usec has suffered heavy losses and is at the end of its last straw.
If the apartment was not so narrow, usec would throw a grenade out from time to time. Despite the angle, usec's grenade could not be thrown into the corridor, and it could blow up the living room beyond recognition and cause smoke to billow. If someone rushed in at this time, they would definitely be killed together.
blown away.
It is equivalent to one man being in charge of the barrier and ten thousand men not being able to open it.
The advantage of many people has no effect here, and the cultists have already rushed in to clean up the mess.
The grenades inside the house cannot be thrown into the corridor, and the cultists in the corridor cannot throw grenades into the usec room where they are hiding across the living room.
The two sides had to sit across a living room to start this fierce exchange of fire.
The cultists now have a huge advantage, and it is still very early before dawn. They only need to maintain continuous suppression outside. The usec in the apartment cannot last long with the personnel severely damaged.
There is always a time when all grenades are lost.
As long as there is no threat of grenades, this group of cultists who have no idea what death is and pain is will inevitably swarm us.
pity.
A dragon battle broke out halfway, and the cultists' plan was doomed to fail.
"There is not a single person left in the rear. These guys are really crazy and have no ability at all. They are novices in terms of tactics. Hey, I really can't win with force."
Long Zhan sighed with a smile on his face and pretended to be cool.
He put the pistol in his mouth, took off a grenade from the chest strap, removed the safety, leaned towards the end of the corridor and threw it, then immediately retracted his body behind the wall.
He took the pistol off his mouth with his left hand, and instead of crossing his hands as before, he placed both hands on both sides of his body.
He wanted to use both hands and started fucking hard.
The end of the corridor is less than 10 meters, and the space is small. As long as the grenade is thrown in place, the power of a grenade is enough to cover all enemies.
A few seconds later.
"Peng~"
The explosion covered up the sound of gunfire, and the blast wave swept down the corridor.
When the impact of the explosion with the pungent smell of gunpowder roared past his eyes, Long Zhan immediately turned 180 degrees and came out from behind the wall to stand in the middle of the corridor.
A silenced Glock 34 pistol in the left hand, and an MP-153 burst-fired pistol in the right hand.
The fingers kept moving quickly, exploding into the smoke.
It doesn't matter if you look down on the enemy, just go inside and fuck it as hard as you can. The corridor is only so wide, just cover it and that's it.
"Choo Choo Choo……"
The silenced pistol kept firing, and the bullets seemed to be free.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug..."
The muzzle of the spray gun continuously sprays flames, and each time it fires, it will shoot out a ball of lead bullets, forming a dense network and plunging into the smoke.
The dragon battle at this moment is like being possessed by the Terminator and the god of the battlefield descending.