"Suffer!" both shouted at the same time. Even if they have controlled their strength well, the weight gain brought about by the operation cannot be ignored, and the existing weight of the two can easily crush these broken glass. In the empty corridor in the middle of the night, the sound must not be afraid to be loud. Although there is still a thick door, for the enemies in the room, who are in a state of semi-sleep at night, closing the eyes to bring about an improvement in hearing can still amplify this small sound many times.

Not to mention that this is a protective measure set by the enemy himself, and with special attention, the sensitivity of the ear to catch sound will be even greater.

Berta immediately took out a communicator to warn the two teams guarding outside to keep an eye out for the enemy jumping out of the window. This is the second floor, and the height of a few meters does not hinder the flexibility of the surgeon. At the same time, she pressed the code card and when she put down the communicator, she had already taken out her pistol. She and the team leader stood on either side of the door, waiting for the sound of the lock cylinder inside the door turning open.

There was a crisp click, and the vermilion door split a gap, and Berta kicked it open with a gentle kick. Through the light that came in through the corridor, I saw a thick curtain falling naturally, blocking the open half of the window. But still maintaining absolute caution, both of them opened their cross pupils, and in a short moment they had already received all the scenes in the room.

"It's safe for the time being, but it's best not to go near the bed, and there are steel-hulled bombs with fuses drawn to say not necessarily. Berta was the first to enter the room, and the pistol with the trigger half-pressed could lock on to the target at any time, and she pressed the light on the side of the door to turn it on. The soft light fell and spread out on the surface of everything. The leader took cover behind him with a firearm and closed the door.

The standard configuration of a modest inn is a bed with a table and chairs. On the table was a half-open book and an empty cup.

"A history of steam power?" Berta felt a sense of detachment from the coincidence in her heart, and after taking her eyes off the book, and after making sure that there were no other dangers left in the room for the second time, she took a few steps to the window, pulled back a little curtain, and looked down at a meadow that was rushing green.

There was a man lying on his side, bound by ropes, covered in blood, and still in a coma, but it was evident from the natural expression on his face that he had fallen in pain.

"It's the Eleven, and the enemy probably thinks that there is someone outside guarding his window, and uses the Eleventh as a temptation. Pagoda took one last look at the night world outside, dominated by the light of the streetlights, and saw no shadow of anyone, the enemy had disappeared into the night. She exhaled, lowered the curtain, and said, "But the remaining two teams are guarding the intersection diagonally from the building, and probably won't notice the situation right away. ”

"In other words, we probably missed. ”

The team leader nodded, approached the table, glanced at the open book, and looked around the room.

"I didn't expect the enemy to be interested in this kind of book. Berta said sarcastically, "When you come out to do a task and take a book with you, should you say that you have absolute confidence in your own strength, or do you have too much leisure time?"

The team leader shook his head, and his stiff face at the moment rarely showed a puzzled look of thinking. He shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Bang 、、、" Just as the two were talking, a strange noise came from the ceiling above their heads. It was the instantaneous grinding sound when something was pulled out. The ceiling supports are supported by nuts that are tensioned to the concrete slabs of the floor, and this sound may be the source of this.

The bodies of Berta and the leader immediately left the spot, and they raised their guns at the same time, without thinking about it, even if they pressed the trigger. At the same time as the muzzle of the gun erupted flames, the ceiling of the small room had a chain reaction, and at this time, a large area fell off, and the whole piece of the hoisting bracket pressed downward. The lamps shattered, and the room was plunged into darkness, with only the muzzle of the gun providing a brief glimmer of light.

Bullets from the guns and pistols tore through the fragile ceiling, sparks of friction from the shards. As he shot, Pagoda ripped off the curtains to let in the outside light. The room regained a certain level of brightness, and at that moment, Berta and the leader saw a dark gray figure fall from the shards of the ceiling to the ground in advance.

There was a "boom" sound, like a heavy piece of iron falling to the ground, and the pagoda even felt a slight vibration under his feet. The figure flickered as soon as it landed, showing an astonishing degree of agility in the small space, scurrying between the surrounding them, swinging tactical knives reflecting cold light, each slashing at the guns that the two of them blocked, bursting out with a puff of sparks.

The power of the pistol overwhelmed Berta's palm, and every blow from the enemy was like a moving machine. The moment the bullet was finished, Berta immediately threw the pistol, holding the tactical knife in his left hand, and the soft body of the woman plus the ability after the operation was layered, and the body writhed like a soft tissue creature. The speed of the enemy's attack was very fast, and a tactical knife forged from high-grade alloy took on life in his hand, dodging the attacks of another person while biting the dodging tower at all times.

Agility and speed may be comparable, and Berta can still find a little respite in the uninterrupted attacks to adjust his body, but the difference in strength is a bit large. After dozens of "ding" collisions, Berta felt that his arm began to ache, and the hand holding the tactical knife gradually became paralyzed under the huge vibration.

Finally, with the slashing of the enemy in front of her, the tactical knife in her hand also broke into two knots in that vertical cold light. Instinctively sensing great danger, the tower subconsciously dodged backwards. The tactical knife in the enemy's hand pursued her body directly, stabbing her in the heart. The leader immediately stepped forward and stepped on the enemy's knee as he adjusted the muzzle of the musket to the head of the dark gray shadow.

The enemy decisively withdrew his tactical knife, and his body sank downward, and the bullets from the fire bolt shot over his head. At the same time, the enemy supported his body with one foot, landed on his toes, twisted and turned his body around, and the other foot swept out and kicked hard at the side of the pagoda.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Baita could only barely block it with his arm for a short time, but he was still kicked away. Her body lifted off the ground and hit the wall next to the bed. The bones on his body "snapped", and the vibration caused by it shook the few remaining pieces of the ceiling in the corner.

The enemy's body also turned back to the leader at this moment, and the tactical knife turned a semi-circular arc in his hand, and was firmly grasped in his hand in a reverse grip posture. The foot that landed on his toes also landed heavily on the ground, and his body slammed into the ground from a half-crouching position, and the other foot acted as a balance and adjustment, and his body and head dodged the muzzle of the gun at the same time. Bullets burst out of it with firelight, grazing his head and ears and flying towards the window wall behind him, and the hand that had not yet been withdrawn and held the tactical knife behind him was pulled back with great force and slashed at the enemy's head.

The silver-white blade even reflected the orange flame in addition to the muzzle, and the tactical knife shuttled between the dark red ballistic lines drawn by the bullet. The leader also immediately retreated at this moment, but the speed was far from comparable, the arm seemed to release the pressure of the spring, and the astonishing speed made the hand a flowing shadow.

The firebolt continued to adjust its trajectory as the leader retreated, but at this moment the tactical knife had been pulled back to the muzzle position by the enemy. The notched blade slashed along the blade of the gun, cutting off the raised crosshairs on the muzzle, and then the blade slid up against the body of the gun, slashing at the leader's head. The cacophony stirred up a string of pulsing sparks that splashed between the two. The faint light was caught by the eyes of the two burning crosses at the same time, and the leader could see the face clearly at this moment, the face embedded with the cross pupils of flames gushing out.

"Kasia!"

The cacophony faded for a moment, and a familiar voice enveloped Kasia. The last splash of sparks disappeared into the cold air at this moment, and the tactical knife blade that stopped in front of the leader's nose also captured this fleeting delicate gesture just right.