"They're going to throw grenades in," Blackie warned.
Chen Zhao had an idea. "Bill, they're going to throw grenades. Let's go hide in the room."
"How do you know?"
"Of course. It's been so long. They either don't have bullets or they're preparing for an ultimate move."
Chen Zhao didn't care if Bill believed him or not. He picked up Yura and hid in the room.
If, as soon as the door to the room was closed, there would be a rumbling explosion outside.
Bill looked at Chen Zhao, wondering what his boss's eldest son was doing.
He was so sensitive to the battlefield. Did he come from the military too?
The mercenaries entered the living room again. To their disappointment, the grenades they threw were completely useless. They actually hid in the room again.
They'd all learned their lesson and hid behind cover. They wouldn't go near the door or anywhere that could be hit by the door.
"Who has grenades?"
"Leader, I don't have any."
"I don't have any either."
"I only have one."
"Is this the only one?" the leader of the mercenary group asked.
"We didn't bring many."
"Blow up the door and shoot inside," the leader of the mercenary group said.
The mercenary picked up the grenade. He was about to throw it when there was a gunshot in the room.
Caught off guard, the mercenary's body was riddled with holes. The grenade in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Oh no … retreat!"
Boom!
After a huge explosion, a mercenary who didn't retreat in time was engulfed by the flames of the explosion.
"Damn it," the leader roared, gritting his teeth. "We have so many people, but we can't even take down three people. One of them is injured and the other one can't fight at all."
"Leader, we can't charge in recklessly. The people inside must have some way to know what's going on outside. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to hit us so accurately every time."
"What do we do now?"
"We all put on bulletproof vests and charge in together. We'll shoot inside the room. We can't give them a chance to fight back."
…
Blackie told Chen Zhao about the mercenaries' plan.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment. He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window and walked up to test it.
It was so strong that even heavy machine guns couldn't penetrate it.
"It's useless. This is six layers of 72 centimeters bulletproof alloy glass. Unless you use an armor-piercing bullet, it's impossible to break it." Bill said, "Also, this is the 48th floor. Even if we break this place, we won't have any footholds outside."
Chen Zhao tried again. It was indeed impossible to pierce through.
Even if he used all his strength, he wouldn't be able to break through. Chen Zhao looked at the room. There were many pieces of furniture.
Chen Zhao immediately went forward. First, he used the entire bed to block the door. Then, he removed a cabinet from the wall and placed it in front of the door.
Everything in the room that could be used as a barrier was moved to the door.
He didn't even let go of the TV hanging on the wall.
Then, he pressed his entire body in front of those obstacles. This way, he could ensure that those people couldn't push the door open and enter. As long as they couldn't push the door open and enter, they could only shoot at the door to exhaust their bullets.
According to Blackie's information, those people didn't have much ammunition left.
Just then, Blackie came to inform Chen Zhao.
"They're here."
"Okay, got it."
The mercenaries wanted to push open the door, but there was a large pile of things behind the door. Chen Zhao was also behind the pile of things.
Chen Zhao was also behind the pile, so they couldn't push the door open at all unless they drove a bulldozer.
Just then, the three people in the room could vaguely hear the sounds outside. Someone outside said, "Shoot the door down!"
Clatter, clatter, clatter —
Very soon, the door was shot down, but the mattress and bed frame were still relatively intact. They were both very tough.
After another round of shooting, the gunshots stopped before the mattress was destroyed.
"They're out of bullets."
"Haha … out of bullets!" Chen Zhao tore open the door and yelled at the mercenaries outside, "You're out of bullets, right? I have bullets. "
"Oh no …" The mercenaries hurried to find cover.
Clatter, clatter —
Chen Zhao raised his automatic rifle and fired everywhere.
However, he didn't hit a single person. This was his true performance.
"Haha … Come on, weren't you very arrogant just now? Are you going to be a coward now? "It was rare for Chen Zhao to be arrogant.
"Come out! Come out! Come and kill me!"
The mercenaries were all furious, but they were out of bullets now, so they could only let Chen Zhao do whatever he wanted.
"Mr. Chen … Stop shooting. Keep your bullets … Mr. Chen …" Bill reminded him from behind.
Click, click —
Chen Zhao pulled the trigger. "F * ck, out of bullets already …"
Chen Zhao had watched movies. In those shootouts, bullets almost never ran out.
Everyone's gun seemed to have unlimited bullets. How come he was out of bullets after only a minute?
"Sh * t." Chen Zhao smashed the automatic rifle on the ground in anger.
Just then, the mercenaries walked out from behind cover again. The mercenary leader looked at Chen Zhao with a vicious expression. "Looks like you're out of bullets too."
Bill was speechless. He'd been watching Chen Zhao's god-like performance earlier.
But as soon as he gained the advantage, Chen Zhao got carried away.
He'd given away his advantage. They had fewer people now, while the mercenaries had the advantage.
Bill gritted his teeth. "Mr. Chen, you know how to fight, right?"
"Uh … a little."
"How many can you kill?" Bill asked.
"I don't know."
The mercenary leader looked at Chen Zhao, Bill, and Yura. "Do you want to fight hand-to-hand? Come, we'll fight you one by one. Don't say that I'm bullying you."
"Despicable … You have so many people," Yura shouted angrily.
"How about we just pretend it's a misunderstanding?" Chen Zhao asked shamelessly. "I'll pretend nothing happened. What do you think?"
"Ha … Do you think that's possible?" The mercenary leader sneered at Chen Zhao.
Bill endured the pain in his shoulder. "Mr. Chen, do you not know how to fight? How about I do it? "
"No need, I really know how to fight," Chen Zhao said. "You and Yura just watch from the side."
"Boss, let me do it." A super muscular man walked out.
Just then, the electricity came and the lights in the living room lit up.
The room was in a mess. Chen Zhao looked around. "You don't have much time left. Are you sure you want to waste time here?"
"Kill you all and we'll still have enough time to retreat."
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