"It seems that we can only survive if we leave here......" The fat dog smiled helplessly. And Hou Dasheng squinted his eyes, looked at Lisa and said softly: "I will protect you with all my might, I hope you can escape......

"Your people just now replaced me with their lives. If he hadn't pounced on that grenade, I wouldn't have died. So, I owe you my life. ”

Hou Dasheng looked at Lisa and said softly, "They all want to protect you and escape." So I'll do my best. But I have one request. ”

Lisa looked at Hou Dasheng and said very solemnly: "You said, as long as I can achieve everything, I will do my best!" ”

"If we all die here, everything will be over. If you're lucky enough to survive, please help me pay off my bills. Hou Dasheng scratched his somewhat itchy scalp: "The others, gone." ”

After speaking, Hou Dasheng hung a handful of M191 that he had just found from the corpse on his waist. Then, with his gun in hand, he reached for the rumbling fire door.

At this time, Otto, who was listening, said coldly: "Damn! This bunch of mongrels is coming from outside! ”

The fat dog followed Otto's gaze and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. But outside the hall, dozens of strong men in black suits kept approaching this side with guns.

Fat Dog, where they are now, is outside the fire door in the lobby of the nightclub. Next to them, there is a small bar. There are a few staggered high tables and stools in front of him.

"Da ......" This group of people, without saying a word, directly held the MP5 in their hands to the fat dog, and their position was a sweep! Fat Dog and others were forced to disperse directly to find cover.

Lisa, on the other hand, was stuffed into the bar with the wounded. The fat dog held the 93R and fired back at those who "da-da......" at the shooting trajectory. Seeing this, Otto couldn't help but roar: "Save it, we don't have many bullets!" ”

"Fack!" The fat dog is now furious if he is wearing his own gear now. I'm not afraid of these miscellaneous things at all. Unfortunately, all he has now is the 93R, which has long been discontinued due to design flaws.

At most, there is the M1911 with only two magazines.

Hou Dasheng walked back to the door and exhaled deeply. He turned his AKM back behind him, then took out his pistol and held it in both hands. saw Hou Dasheng leaning against the wall, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised.

He looked at the gate without blinking. His hands seemed to hang down naturally. However, the muscles in his upper arms were tense. He stared at the exit, and his eyes showed a wolf-like gaze—cold and fierce.

"Boom!!" Finally, the fire door was overwhelmed and blasted open! Several figures with guns in their hands rushed in. But in the smoke, they didn't notice Hou Dasheng on the side of the wall.

At the moment when the door was blown open and several figures flashed in. Hou Dasheng's eyes suddenly burst out with extremely dazzling light! I saw that his arm was suddenly raised, and at the same time as the muzzle of the gun was just raised, the gunshot rang out!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ......"Every time a gunshot is fired, a man who rushed in was directly knocked down! Hou Dasheng held the gun and kept moving left and right. But the bullet did not stop being discharged.

Every time a gunshot is fired, there is a big man. The head was hit directly in the head by a whirling warhead. Or the eyeballs, or the eyebrows. A whirling warhead, which hit them directly in the head. The warhead shattered the hard skull.

Then the warhead carried the heat that rubbed in the air, and the rifling caused them to spin. Straight into the brains of these big men, turning their brains into a pulp.

Then, with a huge impact and inertia, the warhead knocked a huge blood hole directly in the back of their heads! The shattered brains and blood splattered from the cerebral vessels erupted from the bloody hole under the help of the bullet.

In an instant, the blood splattered from these brains and cerebral blood vessels sprayed on the ground behind them.

All this is so long to describe. But in fact, Hou Dasheng's hands were only less than two seconds. Hou Dasheng's rapid-fire practice is very good and accurate. However, once in the life and death decision, he used this hand.

"Click~! Suddenly, he ...... "Hou Dasheng directly finished firing these shots, and then threw the pistol away. Grab the automatic rifle behind you and sweep at the smoke and dust!

Suddenly, there were screams in the smoke and dust. Hou Dasheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. Instead, he leaned down and dragged the corpses on the ground that had been smashed by his own hands to the corner of the wall.

"Ding~! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!! A few grenades were thrown in, but at this time, Hou Dasheng had already grabbed these corpses to cover himself. The explosion swirled with steel balls, smashing the corpses to shreds.

The swirling steel balls cut through the bodies of these people. The splattered blood, the shattered entrails sprayed in this small fire room. The entire stairwell looks like the scene of a perverted murderer.

Hou Dasheng calmly let himself curl up behind these corpses. After the explosion, he gently touched the corpses a few times, unloading several grenades from their waists. Hou Dasheng pinned these grenades to his waist.

From these people, Hou Dasheng also touched a few pistols and two submachine guns. Carefully collected these and hung them on himself. Two pistols, held in his hands.

Bloody blood splashed Hou Dasheng's body and face. But at least this time he didn't suffer any damage, and a few of the spinnering steel balls pierced the weak parts of the corpse. But by the time they hit Hou Dasheng's body armor, the steel balls had lost their impact.

Hou Dasheng's body was bruised at most, but he didn't hurt his bones. With a deep exhalation, Hou Dasheng hid himself under these corpses, quietly waiting for the prey to walk in.

After a while, someone with a gun cautiously entered the stairwell in groups of three.

"Bang bang bang bang......" Before they could react, Hou Dasheng in the pile of corpses shot directly! But I saw that the moment the gunshots rang out, the heads of these three people were like tofu smashed down from the 50th floor - directly rotten and splattered to the ground.

Hou Dasheng's back was hot and painful, and his back was injured. After such a toss, Hou Dasheng estimated that his bones had begun to crack. The pain of broken bones made Hou Dasheng's head sweat.

Even though Hou Dasheng was in pain now, he still gritted his teeth and swooped out. Straight from the pile of corpses, he scurried to the outer door, and then dodged out of the staircase.

Several grenades, which were pulled and plugged onto the corpses. At this time, Hou Dasheng found a walkie-talkie hanging on a corpse.

"Bang~! What's going on inside?! Has the other party been cleaned up?! Hunter, hunter, get answered! ”

Hou Dasheng grinned, grabbed the walkie-talkie and buckled it on himself. At the same time, put the headphones on the walkie-talkie into your ears. A few MP5s on the ground were not wasted.

He just picked up one of them. Then he found a few magazines from the other corpses and loaded them.

A ballpoint pen, strips of cloth torn from a corpse. Hou Dasheng grasped these and made a simple shooting device with the fire door buckle. The ballpoint pen was shoved into an MP5 trigger. It is aimed at the doorway of the fire door.

After doing all this, Hou Dasheng began to move towards the lobby of the nightclub. A few grenades, he pulled off the safety bolt and placed them on the side of the door. A simple trigger device was made using a cloth strip.

"Dada...... Suddenly, ...... "And at this time, the fat dog and others in the nightclub hall were about to go crazy. The other party kept squeezing over, and there were too many of them. This leads to a larger coverage of their firepower net.

At the same time, they are all MP5 submachine guns. Concentrated to use, the fat dog and others can't raise their heads. But luckily they don't have grenades. Otherwise, even if the fat dog didn't drink and hate, he would have to be fried on the spot.

"Fack! These damn it! The Gambino family, Lao Tzu remembers you! The fat dog thought in pieces, while constantly changing positions and shooting at "sudden ......" to intercept these men who wanted to burst up.

Otto is now a little desperate, and he and the others are now almost powerless to fight back. But dozens of people came directly to kill them, and all the MP5s shot at themselves and others.

"Man, I heard your friend call you 'Fat Dog'. Is that your nickname?! Suddenly, Otto asked the fat dog. The latter rolled his eyes: "Yes, that's my nickname." Although I hate to admit it. ”

"In the circle of mercenaries, I have only heard of a fat dog ......"

"It's basically me, except for us jackals. It is estimated that there will not be a second fat dog in the other groups. The fat dog, who kept shooting with a gun, snorted very depressedly: "Fake! I don't know why our boss gave me that nickname! I wasn't fat back then......"

"You're really the jackal's fat dog......" Otto suddenly sighed, and then whispered to the fat dog: "It's my honor to be able to fight side by side with the jackal's people!" ”

The fat dog "Da ......" shot a few shots and lowered his body. The serpentine crawled forward: "It's an honor or not, let's talk about it if you don't die after passing this level." Looks like we're going to have to die here. ”

Otto couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard this. The reason why he said this was because he had sensed that the other party was constantly compressing their counterattack space. Although the gang on the opposite side is obviously not professionals, they have enough manpower.

This is the most deadly. Fat Dog and Otto didn't have enough manpower to block their path. Under the suppression of the opponent's firepower. Their position is getting closer a little bit.

"Fack! Fortunately, Lao Tzu enjoyed a meal last night, otherwise he would have suffered a lot today......" (To be continued.) )