"Why is Mom here now?" Yura asked, confused.
Chen Zhao was about to open the door when Bill pulled him back. "Don't open the door. It's not Boss outside."
"It's not?" Chen Zhao glanced at Bill. "Are you sure?"
"Wait." Bill picked up the phone and called Chen Zhao's mother, but he couldn't get through. "Signal interference!"
Bill put down the phone and his expression turned serious.
"Are you sure it's not Yura's mother outside?"
"No, Boss won't come now. The voice just now wasn't Boss. It's a synthesized voice."
"Then who's outside? Why is it so high-tech? "
"Mr. Chen, take Miss Yura to the room to hide."
"You mean it's dangerous?"
Bill turned around and glanced at Chen Zhao. "It might not be just dangerous."
"You can handle it alone, right?"
"I don't know what's going on." Bill put on his vest and took out two guns from the box beside him.
"Give me one."
"You've used it before?"
"No."
"Then you and Miss Yura should hide in the room."
Inside and outside the door, it was completely silent. It was all dark.
Bill held two guns and used the table and chair in front of him as a sandbag.
…
Right now, a few fully armed mercenaries were trying to open the password lock.
"Austin, can you open it?"
"Boss, I can't," Austin said. "It's a complicated lock with a power of ten variables. The password changes every minute. The only way is to get a key card or open it from the inside."
"Whatever, step back," the leader said indifferently. "Corbert, you do it."
Corbert wasn't tall, but he carried many tools on his back.
Corbert grinned. "You should've let me do it long ago."
Corbert walked to the door and started sticking sticky discs to the four corners of the door. There were a dozen of them evenly distributed.
After making his preparations, Corbert turned around and looked at the others. "Step back a little."
They retreated to the corner and Corbert pressed the remote.
Bang, bang, bang —
Then, the sticky discs released high-temperature flames, but there was no violent explosion.
These sticky discs were not ordinary bombs. They were filled with penetrating liquid fuel, which was specially used to carry out small-scale explosions. They had extremely strong penetrating properties.
Corbert was an engineer in the mercenary group. He was most proficient in bomb placement and demolition.
Even in the face of such an alloy door that was comparable to a bank vault, he could still break through it easily.
The alloy door collapsed, and at that moment, a gunshot came from inside.
Kebott screamed. He had been shot.
"Leader, that person is hiding in the dark." Corbert laid on the ground and reminded his comrade.
The leader gestured to his mercenaries, and everyone put on their night vision goggles.
Then, the regiment commander threw a grenade into the door.
Bang –
There was a loud bang, and in an instant, smoke filled the air.
Amidst the smoke, gunshots rang out again. Both sides had entered into mutual combat mode.
Bill had a wealth of experience in urban warfare. He was outnumbered, and the other party's firepower was much stronger than his.
His only advantage was that he had cover, so he could only lure the enemy to attack and waste their ammunition.
Yura, who was hiding in the room, started coughing violently. The air outside and the smell of gunpowder made her very uncomfortable.
"Brother, am I going to die here? Cough, cough … "Yura trembled in Chen Zhao's arms.
"No," Chen Zhao said calmly. In fact, he was a bit scared now too.
From the gunshots outside, he could tell how strong the other party's firepower was.
However, with his sister beside him, he could not be scared no matter what.
"Drink this." Chen Zhao took out a bottle of medicine.
"Cough, cough … Mom won't let me eat anything that hasn't been sterilized."
"I'm your brother."
"Fine." After drinking the medicine, Yura indeed felt much better.
Just then, the door opened.
Chen Zhao and Yura were both shocked, but they relaxed when they saw that it was Bill.
However, Bill was very disheveled right now. He had been shot in the shoulder and his body swayed. He could not even stand properly.
"How are you?"
"I can't help it. The enemy's firepower is too strong," Bill said helplessly.
"Do you have more bullets?"
"Three," Bill said.
"Give me the gun."
"Why?"
"Just give it to me."
Bill could only give the gun to Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao looked outside, raised the gun, and fired three times at the door.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
"Retreat, retreat … It's an ambush!" the leader exclaimed.
The mercenaries who had just entered the room hurriedly left the living room.
"Did you see who shot the three of us?"
"From the sound of the gunshot, it seems to have come from that bedroom."
"How did the people inside know where we are?"
"I don't know."
The leader's expression was very ugly. Three people had been shot in the head.
It wasn't Bill. They had already fought earlier. Bill was strong, but not to the point where they could not handle him.
"It's that Asian!" the leader said with a dark expression.
"Leader, what do we do now?"
"How many bullets do you have?"
"I have three magazines."
"I have two."
"Call the others to this floor. The Asian inside isn't easy to deal with."
…
Chen Zhao and Bill walked out of the room. Bill saw the three corpses on the ground.
Chen Zhao had actually killed three people through the door. How did he do it?
After all, Chen Zhao had shot right in front of him without any tricks.
He had thought that Chen Zhao was completely wasting bullets. He did not expect Chen Zhao's marksmanship to be so terrifying.
He did not know that Chen Zhao had only been able to kill three people because of Blackie's reminder. Blackie had guided Chen Zhao through the door.
Chen Zhao picked up the automatic rifles on the ground and tossed one to Bill.
"How did you do it?"
If he had known that Chen Zhao was so good at shooting, he would have given Chen Zhao a gun instead of wasting his own bullets without killing a single person.
"I was lucky," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
Bill did not believe Chen Zhao's answer at all. "What do we do now?"
"Just guard the door. We have guns now anyway."
The firepower of automatic rifles was not something handguns could compare to. Chen Zhao believed that even if the enemy controlled the entire building, they could not control it forever.
However, Chen Zhao did not know that other than the mercenaries, they were the only three survivors left in the building.
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