The first group of Mafia members who rushed down were caught off guard and took the bullets head-on. Several of them fell down as soon as they came face to face.
The rest of them quickly ducked down and hid behind the handrails of the stairs. The gorgeous and sturdy marble railings blocked some of the bullets for them.
But there were still people who were hit by bullets from time to time. The Mafia members were completely suppressed and couldn't raise their heads for a while. They couldn't fight back at all.
But soon, wave after wave of Mafia members ran down from the second floor and attacked Chen Mo and the others under the cover of the stairs.
Although Howard and the others were constantly killing the enemies that popped up, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. They hid behind cover and fought fiercely with the Mafia members opposite them.
Maybe it was because of the excitement of fighting, Howard, who was afraid of death, moved out from behind Chen Mo and stood in the field. He shot at the stairs again and again, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Everyone was hiding behind cover and shooting. The sudden appearance of Howard attracted the attention of several Mafia members. A strong man with a double-barreled shotgun saw this and immediately pointed the muzzle at Howard.
"Bang!" With a bang, a burst of sparks rushed out from the muzzle. The dozen or so lead bullets loaded in the No. 20 shotgun scattered into a small area and hit Howard's chest and abdomen. The huge impact directly sent him flying.
Howard, who was lying on the ground, grimaced. The moment he was hit by the shotgun, he felt like he was punched a dozen times at the same time. The shock made his bones hurt.
Before he had time to admire the strong defense of the bulletproof armor, Howard rolled a few times and hid behind a pile of sofas. The sturdy and thick solid wood was enough to withstand the attack of these small caliber bullets.
The strong man who shot Howard just now widened his eyes and looked at Howard, who looked as if nothing had happened. He wondered if he had loaded the wrong rubber bullet. Before he could raise his gun to attack again, a bullet shot from the corner pierced his head.
More and more gunmen rushed down from the second floor, and the members of the dojo were gradually suppressed. They could only hide behind the corners, pillars, and other cover, and take advantage of the gaps in the firepower to poke their heads out to fight back.
In fact, with Chen Mo's strength, he could easily take care of all these gunmen by himself, but he hid in the corner of the hall and rarely made a move.
Most of Chen Mo's attention was placed on Abbott and the others. When they poked their heads out from behind cover and exposed themselves to the enemy's firepower, Chen Mo would pay close attention to the direction of the enemy's muzzle. When their heads were aimed at, Chen Mo's bullets would be the first to take out the threatening gunmen.
As for Howard's bullet? Chen Mo didn't care as long as it wasn't a fatal blow to his head.
He wasn't in a hurry to end the battle. It was rare for the members of the dojo to have a chance to participate in actual combat, and he could use this opportunity to train them. Real combat was the fastest way to grow.
With Chen Mo's help in the dark, although they were suppressed by the enemy, their lives weren't in danger. Occasionally, bullets hit their bodies, but they only felt like they were punched, and the places where they were hit were unharmed.
Their marksmanship wasn't weak either. Although they were suppressed by the enemy's dense bullets and their firepower was greatly reduced, they still continued to kill the enemies upstairs. As the fierce gunfight continued, the wide and gorgeous stairs were gradually filled with the bodies of the mafia members who were shot dead.
Fewer and fewer people rushed down from upstairs, but more and more people were killed. Although the Mafia gunmen still had the advantage of numbers, their momentum gradually weakened when faced with these enemies who were small in number but powerful in combat.
In such a fierce gunfight, their side suffered heavy casualties, but the enemy didn't suffer any casualties. Feeling that their companions were slowly decreasing, the remaining people couldn't help but feel afraid, and their firepower also weakened.
Huang Quan hid behind a thick marble pillar and quickly changed the magazine. In the fierce battle just now, he killed at least five enemies with his sharp reaction and accurate marksmanship.
After changing the magazine, Huang Quan keenly felt that the bullets hitting the marble pillar behind him were obviously sparse. Huang Quan didn't waste this opportunity. He immediately flashed out, aimed at the enemies on the stairs opposite him, and quickly pulled the trigger.
The first bullet hit the marble handrail of the staircase, cracking a hole in the smooth and ornate marble.
The second bullet passed through the gap between the handrail and shot into the chest of a mafia member hiding behind.
After killing an enemy with two shots, Huang Quan immediately flashed and hid behind the marble pillar again. A burst of dense bullets followed, and the stone pillar was shattered into pieces.
Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen didn't stay idle either. They also took advantage of the opportunity when the enemy's firepower weakened to shoot, and each of them killed an enemy.
However, Old Albert's performance was a bit eye-catching. He was originally hiding in the corner of the wall on the side of the hall with his back against the wall. He held a pistol in each hand and raised it to his ear. There was a hint of cold murderous intent on his elegant and calm face.
Taking advantage of the moment when the firepower weakened, he immediately turned around and flashed out. His hands stretched forward as his body turned, and his sharp eyes firmly locked onto the enemy on the stairs opposite him. The two pistols fired almost at the same time. Under the push of the exploding gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the barrel and spun at high speed toward the stairs.
On the stairs, two mafia members were standing in front of the handrail, holding two Thompson submachine guns, and ruthlessly pouring bullets down.
"Pu! Pu! " Two sounds of bullets entering flesh were heard. Blood splattered out of the two men's chests, and they groaned and fell to the ground.
Albert's hands kept moving as he aimed and fired. At the same time, his feet didn't stop moving as he quickly moved toward the marble pillar on the side.
Albert could be said to be the best marksman in the group besides Chen Mo. Under the continuous firing of his two pistols, the mafia members on the opposite side fell one after another. However, when the enemy's counterattack hit him, it only made his body slow down slightly.
When he hid behind the stone pillar again, the bullets in his gun had just run out.
Chen Mo, who had been watching the battle from the side, secretly nodded his head. He couldn't help but think of the skillful, elegant, and gentlemanly old agent Harry in "Ace Agent."
As for Howard, who loved to fight but was also afraid of death, he hid behind a pile of thick solid wood sofas and shot upward through the gaps. The place he chose was a bit tricky, and the gunmen on the opposite stairs couldn't aim at him. He hid there and kept shooting with a face full of excitement. The number of enemies he killed was no less than Old Albert.
A mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard hiding behind the sofa and quietly aimed his gun at him.
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