"Pay attention to cover. Don't let your guard down! Brokhin said to me as soon as he dragged the old guy over, and I looked at the old fellow, and as I had guessed before, he was in a coma. This could have been caused by the bullet that hit him. The body armor sounds awesome, but after being hit, it just didn't let the bullet penetrate into the body, but the powerful impact force still hit the person's body hard, and it is this that can also cause injury or even kill to people.

I immediately agreed to look around and be on guard with Borov, while Blokhin quickly felt the old guy's pulse and tried to snort, "He's in shock?" “

"Shock?" Borov glanced at the old fellow, "He was still sober before. “

Although Brokhin was talking, his hands did not stop, he quickly unbuttoned the old guy's coat, "Help me take off his body armor together." Just as Polov was making a move, Blokhin quickly folded the clothes he took off and put them under the old guy's neck, and then he and Polov quickly tore off the old guy's body armor and "raised his feet." After saying that, Brokhin knelt down beside the old fellow, and after testing his pulse and snort again, he took off his coat and threw it aside, and then opened the old fellow's mouth, first pulled out his tongue, and after checking and cleaning it up, he quickly pinched his nose and began to blow mouth-to-mouth and start artificial respiration.

At this moment, Berezov's men had already run quickly, and they seemed to have been lined up. Two men stood beside us, and after the others quickly moved towards the staircase, they continued their assault. The gunfire below is rapidly weakening, and more people are hearing the gunfire of submachine guns, which means that the other party did not hold on but quickly withdrew, maybe the lower part has been occupied by our people.

I withdrew my gaze and continued to look at Blohim, who was giving the old guy artificial respiration. Blokhin's movements were very skillful, and after repeating it twice, the old man's chest suddenly rose and fell and then he coughed violently, and the cough felt like he was about to lose his breath at any time and want to lose his breath again, and it was a bit like he was going to cough up something directly. But no matter what, a few of us breathed a long sigh of relief. Especially me... It felt like escaping a catastrophe.

"Is he okay?" I looked at Brokhin and asked.

"Yes." Brokhin wiped the beads of sweat from his face, "It should be fine." ”

Hearing him say this, I immediately looked in the direction of Krzhakov's escape, "Then I'll leave first." “

Blokhin looked at me and then in the direction I was looking and said, "Stop chasing." The man must have run away by now. “

"If you don't chase, how do you know you can't catch up? I'll have to go over and take a look, maybe the old thing hasn't run far because he's hurt. I said, glancing at the old fellow, who was still panting and speechless, "Take care of him." After saying that, he quickly chased in the direction of Kerzhakov's escape.

After coming to the corner of the passage where the guy had fled, I quickly spotted drops of blood on the ground. This is clearly what he left behind after he was hit. I immediately chased after the bloodstains, which showed that the guy was trying to stop the bleeding as he ran, because from the traces it was a lot of blood for a while when he was first injured. Even on the ground, there were blood-stained footprints left by his own stepping on the blood that had dripped from him. This shows that he does not patronize and run, but stops from time to time to look behind him and pay attention to the movement around him. After running a certain distance, the footprints became shallower and shallower until there were none, and there were fewer and fewer blood dripping on the ground, and by the time I chased all the way to the safety exit of this level, I could barely see the footprints and some dripping blood after a long distance.

I clenched my gun and pushed open the door to the safe passage and entered the stairwell. After looking up and down, I chased the stairs in the direction of the first floor. But after walking half a floor, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Because I didn't see a drop of blood along the way. I turned to look at the staircase handrails, which were also very clean, and of course this was a high-end hotel, and someone would definitely be responsible for cleaning, and there would not be a lot of ash cover. But the problem is that it's also too clean, and it doesn't look like someone is walking through it at all. You must know that the guy is injured, and he will definitely inadvertently hold on to the handrail of the stairs in order to ensure speed and balance. At the moment, however, the handrail is exceptionally clean, almost spotless.

I immediately stopped and thought about it ... The old guy's former team members are unusually calm and cunning, even more than the old guy Eunice. From the moment he walked past me very early, still talking and laughing under my nose as if he were a real customer, until he suddenly started this series of actions against Younis. Play these. I'm no match for him at all, and even old guy Younis probably didn't expect him to do that. In other words, this guy can always know subtly where a person will pay attention to, or what he thinks.

For example, at this moment, he may know that a person will choose to run downstairs as soon as possible out of the inertia of fleeing for his life, after all, he can go straight to the parking lot, and as long as he gets there, he can leave quickly by blending in with the crowd. And the pursuers will think the same way, and will immediately run downstairs after chasing here.

But judging from these traces, it is clear that it does not quite match. That is, this guy may have inadvertently played a trick again. I retracted my steps, turned around again, and ran upstairs at a faster pace, also keeping an eye out for marks on the ground or on the handrail of the stairs as I ran. But after one floor, everything is clean. It's like the staircase leading to the first floor. But when I got to the third floor security exit, I noticed that something was wrong. I saw blood on the closed doorknob of the exit. It could be seen that the guy had been trying his best not to leave visible marks along the way, but when he got here, he had no choice but to reach out and hold and turn the doorknob to open it.

I reached out and grabbed the doorknob and turned it for a moment, slowly pushing it open, pushing open a small slit before holding the gun and looking inside. There was no one here at the moment, and they should have all run away, so it was surprisingly quiet. I walked in slowly, keeping an eye out for any traces the old creature might have left behind. It looked like the hotel was home to some of the hotel's amusement facilities, but nothing was found along the way, and the old guy seemed to have suddenly disappeared from here.

Where will he hide? I slowly continued on my way, and just as I was almost in the middle of the middle of the middle level, I suddenly heard a movement from the direction I had come from. It's the sound of a door opening or closing.

I immediately turned around and chased after me, and as I got back to the safe exit, I saw the door visibly passing. I didn't dare rush over, knowing that this old guy had a gun on him.