Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen You're Jumping (Monthly Pass)
Xu Chuan squatted on the terrace and opened the glass door centimeter by centimeter, making sure not to make the slightest sound until he could get in. He lay on the ground, crawled in and closed it again.
good.
The quarrel in the room became clear, but Xu Chuan didn't have time to pay attention to the content of their exchange. As long as the person was not dead, he climbed 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 from the wall and took a quick look. In less than a second, he was able to write down the positions of several people.
"Serior, why don't you understand that I am doing this for the Durand family?" A low and hoarse voice shouted over there, but before he could finish his sentence, Xu Chuan had already walked out of the corner.
, yes, it was like being at home, I woke up and walked out of the bedroom.
Everyone was stunned. This was a scene they had never imagined. The two bodyguards reacted a little faster than the remaining terrorists. They immediately reached into their arms and prepared to draw guns, but it was of no use.
, because Xu Chuan has already fired.
Four clean bullets hit four people in the face respectively, like hitting a ripe watermelon with a baseball bat, and red juice splashed out.
"What are you doing again? Who are you?", the older man asked Xu Chuan after being shocked. He looked around, picked up a decorative glass vase on the table and threw it at the old man without hesitation.
Guy's face.
Durand's uncle, the employer behind the attack, didn't even hum. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, "I wiped it, I won't use too much force, don't die." Xu Chuan hurriedly squatted down.
I reached out and felt his pulse. It was okay, okay, although he was not dead, but at his advanced age, he would not be able to get out of bed unless he stayed in the hospital for a few months.
Xu Chuan didn't want to kill him. If he wanted Durand to remember his favor, he couldn't do it. After all, he was his uncle, not a passerby. Saving him was one thing, but killing his immediate family members was another.
Something's happened.
He took off the tactical vests from the two terrorists, put them on himself first, and then threw the other one to Durand. Neither of them said a word, but Durand knew what the other person meant.
He came to save himself.
Although he didn't know the other party's purpose, he finally had hope. He had been arguing with his uncle before just to delay time and wait for rescue.
Xu Chuan checked the two G36Cs that fell on the ground, picked one and carried it behind his back, then grabbed Durand, who had just put on his tactical vest, walked to the terrace, pointed to the terrace of the next room, "Jump over."
Durand, "...!?" This is the seventh floor. The height of this hotel is higher than that of ordinary buildings. He looked down, then looked at the terrace next door two meters away, and then turned around.
He glanced over his shoulder at Xu Chuan, who was wearing a black hood, and asked, "Are you trying to save me?", but he didn't dare to say these words.
"Hurry up." Birkhoff was telling him on the satellite phone. A group of armed men were coming over, telling him to hurry up.
"Wait, wait," Durand was pulled by the collar of Xu Chuan's clothes. It seemed that if he didn't dare to jump, he was going to throw him over.
"Wait, wait for your sister!" Xu Chuan, who was speaking in Chinese, didn't care whether he understood it or not. He pushed him to stand on the stone guardrail and kicked him out during Durand's struggle. In fact, the two of them
The terrace was really not that far away, just over a meter, but 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 gangsters, but now he is only left with pain in his balls. He groaned after being kicked, but he still did not completely jump over.
His hands were hanging on the guardrail opposite, and his legs were kicking upwards desperately in mid-air, looking like a frog that couldn't find a pond.
"You're so stupid." Xu Chuan jumped up. Even with an assault rifle on his back, he easily jumped over Durand's head. He stood firm and turned around. He quickly reached out to grab his belt and carried him away.
Come up.
The original room was pushed open, 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 was staying in this room, and the lights inside were still dark.
He pushed the person into a room and said, "Stay here and don't say anything. Can you use it?" After saying that, he handed the M1911 with the magazine changed to Durand, not to let him protect himself, but to embolden him.
Durand nodded in the darkness. He was still confused as to who this person was and why he came to save him. He just looked at the other person's appearance and didn't seem to intend to explain to him.
Xu Chuan took the G36C in his hand from behind, opened the door and walked out as if nothing had happened. He was wearing the same clothes as these terrorists, which made it too easy for him to get lost in them.
The person guarding the corridor just glanced at him without any suspicion. Xu Chuan took a deep breath and raised the corners of his mouth slightly under the mask.
Push the safety with your thumb to the bursting state, raise the muzzle of the gun without warning, fire two or three times quickly, knocking down the two people at the door, turn the gun body, trot through the door, and shine the light inside.
The remaining bullets in the magazine.
When he came to the other side of the door, regardless of how many people this round of shooting could knock down, Xu Chuan accelerated directly to the stairs. He first held down the magazine latch, replaced the one connected with it, and then used the empty magazine to hang up.
The release button resets the bolt.
After doing this, he took out two grenades from the secondary bag behind him, pulled out the safety catch after hearing the movement of people coming out of the house, and threw them out together.
"Shit, fuck," greetings in various accents came from the corridor. When the grenade exploded, Xu Chuan had already descended to the fifth floor. This series of attacks would definitely attract everyone's attention here.
This rifle was not equipped with a silencer, and the loud sound in an environment like the hotel corridor made Xu Chuan's ears buzz. This was due to the phone earphones plugged in.
"TMD, with such an expensive gun, it doesn't even come with a noise-canceling headset, even with a silencer. It's really stingy." Xu Chuan complained in his heart. He really didn't understand why these people were treated differently. The previous M1911
They all have silencers, but the people here don’t have any.
"Koko and the others are already preparing to evacuate." Nikita on the phone provided him with the situation in the hotel. In the banquet hall on the first floor, when Koko and the others heard gunshots and explosions coming from upstairs,
, you know that Xu Chuan has already started.
Now is the opportunity. Before the terrorist elements in the building realize that there is only one person above, most of the people will go up to support them, and they will have a chance to leave from here.
"Get ready, everyone, don't mess around. Women, please take off your high heels." Kou Kou had already taken off hers and threw them aside. They had to pass through the courtyard quickly. It was really awkward to wear those things.
convenient.
"Auntie, follow me." Dong Qin whispered to Zhang Qi and others. They were not prepared to go out with so many people.