Although we are not willing to let go of the guy who is likely to be Krzhakov so easily, the current form no longer allows us to have any other choice. As we looked at the already messy side of the café, several people could already be seen on the second floor through the reflection of the glass walls of the other shops along the hallway.

The gunshots downstairs are still ringing out, and although I don't know what's going on down there, because I haven't seen or contacted them, the situation of the people down there is definitely not a good one.

I looked at Blokhin, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Berezov, where have they been?" Can they still come over now? ”

Blokhin was holding the gun in his hand, and his face was already covered with sweat and stains. He looked at me after hearing my words, and then struggled to stand up against the wall. After standing up, he looked at the subordinate named Borov and the old fellow, respectively, "Fight them off first." Your attention is behind me. Don't get distracted. He said, pointing in the direction of Krzhakov's escape, and continued: "Just now I was a little distracted, and those two people suddenly appeared. If Berezov hadn't met them with a particularly bad situation, I think they would have arrived here soon, and then he would have reached out to us. “

I nodded and looked in the direction Krzhakov had fled, and just as I looked over, Blokhin whispered, "They're coming." Then he pulled the trigger.

I quickly turned my head to look there, and saw several figures of the other side appear in the aisle, they were advancing along the sides of the aisle with guns in hand, and immediately dodged after Blokhin aimed and fired, although there were also return fires, but the shots were not accurate, most of the bullets flew off, and most importantly, I noticed that they turned a blind eye to Borov and the old fellow who fell to the ground and did not move, as if they did not exist.

It seems that Blokhin was right to let Borov move more than not. Because there was still an exchange of fire at the moment, the person lying in the aisle without moving would definitely be considered to have been killed. The people who came up may not even know whether these two figures are innocent customers or their opponents, and more importantly, someone is shooting at them as soon as they show up, which undoubtedly draws their attention immediately, and they don't bother to pay attention to the question of who is falling to the ground, or whether they are dead or not.

After a few shots, Blokhin said quickly, "They're in the café." There were about three of them. “

I looked back in the direction of the door I had just come out of the café and whispered, "They'll come through that door." “

"Don't panic." "Our goal now is not how many people we kill or who we want to win. Now what we're going to do is get out of here with Eunice. ”

"Take him away?" I couldn't help but ask a little strangely when I heard Blokhin say that. Because Younis has already been shot and fell to the ground. Is this not to let the corpse fall into the hands of the other party? I suddenly thought of the "body armor" that Borov told me about earlier

Right! Body armor. The old guy was too troublesome to wear, but under Bloxin's insistence and demand, the old guy reluctantly put on the body armor. Thinking of this, I immediately looked at Younis, who was crushed by Borov. Maybe the old guy. No.. Not maybe. It's that the old guy should still be alive. But what's the matter with him not moving for so long? Is it dizzy?

No matter what. Blokhin's words just now calmed my emotions down. It's like putting a red-hot iron rod into a bucket full of cold water. I clenched the gun in my hand again, but this time it was completely different from the previous psychology when I wanted to kill the other party, and now the thing called "morale" came back all at once. I suddenly felt that everything was fine again, and although I still hadn't escaped, it didn't seem to be a big deal anymore.

Psychological effects are so weird... It can't be seen, touched, and it's hard to control and control. But no one can deny his existence and strength. I think the phrase "capture the thief and capture the king first" does not only refer to the fact that after capturing or killing the other party's leader, the other party can lose its organization and leadership, but the more direct manifestation should be a blow to morale and the other party's psychological burden.

"We have to contact Berezov. You keep an eye on it, and I'll take care of the contact. I said as I took out my phone with a gun in one hand and the other, and as soon as I took it out, it vibrated at the right time, and the number on it belonged to Berezov.

Ha. See this. I couldn't help but grin. Although just as I was laughing, Blokhin pulled the trigger again and started shooting, and the opponent accelerated the speed of the attack. But I laughed anyway, and it felt as if the other person had completely jumped into a trap I had set myself.

"Berezov, they've arrived." Before I could answer the phone, I shouted to Brokhin like a prophet, and it felt like I was going to boost everyone's morale and prepare for a comeback. I answered the phone as I stood guard at the door of the café I had just come out of.

As soon as I called here, Berezov's voice came, "How are you doing?" Why doesn't that old guy answer the phone? Berezov's voice sounded already nervous, even irritated. But before I could answer, the sound of gunfire from around me answered.

"Your exact location! We've seen the hotel. Berezov immediately asked.

"Second floor! Second floor! I repeated, and as I spoke, someone was already present at the door of the café from the other door, the reflection on the glass wall on the other side of the aisle.

"Let them get to the parking lot first! Then send someone to pick us up! Brokhin spoke after two shots.

I didn't have time to repeat Blokhin's words, for I had already looked at the reflected image with all my attention, aiming at that corner, ready to pull the trigger. So I stopped talking, but reached out my left hand to Blokhin. Just as he took the phone, I saw a man leaning sideways and about to lean out from the reflected image.

I immediately withdrew my gaze and looked around the corner, and I pulled the trigger when I saw a little bit of clothing exposed. The bullet hit the corner of the wall where the man was hiding. The man immediately shrank back, but from the reflected image I saw that the man had been hit, and sat down towards the door, and another figure appeared next to him, and immediately pulled the shot man back into the café.

"Take control of the parking lot! Control there. Immediately send someone in through the safe passage with a weapon... Just as Blokhin was directing Berezov here, the other party seemed to realize the problem, and immediately accelerated the speed of the attack, and a fierce fire hit Blokhin's vicinity.

I didn't look back, but continued to look around the corner of the café, only to see that after the person who had been shot was dragged into the café, the figures of the two men were reflected again on the glass diagonally opposite the door.

Ah.... The fat of the old ones has been cut out. At this moment, they are already skinny, and they are lying there with circles of gauze wrapped around their bodies...

(End of chapter)