The crosshair of the pistol was firmly locked on to Howard's exposed head in the gap between the sofa. With his finger on the trigger, a sinister smile appeared on the gunman's face. He was confident that with his marksmanship, this shot would definitely be able to penetrate the obstacles and kill Howard on the spot.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet suddenly shot out from a corner of the hall downstairs. It directly shot into his eye, causing a large splatter of brain matter and blood to splatter out from the back of his head.
There were not many people left on the side of the Mafia. In this wave of attack, several more of them had fallen. Their advantage in numbers was getting smaller and smaller, and their firepower was completely thinned out.
Seeing this, the people in the martial arts club simply switched from defense to offense. One by one, they stood out from their hiding places and directly used concentrated and accurate firepower to beat the Mafia on the opposite side until they could not raise their heads. The situation was completely reversed.
What followed was a one-sided massacre. After a series of gunshots, the Mafia on the stairs were all killed. Dozens of corpses crowded up and down the stairs. Red blood slowly flowed down the stairs and gathered on the smooth marble floor of the hall, like a bright red carpet.
After killing all the enemies, the people could not help but feel relaxed. A strong sense of exhaustion immediately came over them. One by one, they directly leaned against the stone pillars and walls and sat down.
In the high-intensity fierce battle just now, they were highly focused. Coupled with the fact that they were continuously fighting while wearing bulletproof armor that weighed dozens of kilograms, they were all very tired and were on the verge of collapse.
Chen Mo looked at the people sitting on the ground and was quite satisfied with their performance just now. However, they had just killed the enemies in front of them and then relaxed. This was very fatal in battle.
"All of you, stand up!" Chen Mo shouted sternly.
"The battle is not over yet! If another wave of enemies comes at this time, how many of you are going to be killed? "
Hearing this, the people were shocked and quickly stood up. They secretly blamed themselves for letting down their guard so easily just now.
Chen Mo sighed in his heart. In the end, they were still a group of novices who had never been on the battlefield and seriously lacked actual combat experience. It seemed that he had to train them well tonight.
"There should not be many people left upstairs. Do you want to rest here or go up with me?"
Chen Mo looked at the exhausted people and asked seemingly casually.
"We can still do it!" Huang Quan and the other three responded loudly. Although they had exhausted a lot of their strength, the light in their eyes was brighter than before. Their momentum was more fierce and aggressive than before!
Old Albert wiped the sweat on his forehead, took out his pistol again, and looked at Chen Mo with a determined gaze.
Chen Mo nodded slowly at the old butler, then looked at Howard. This kid still didn't know that he had just taken a trip around the gates of hell. Right now, he still had an excited expression on his face, even though he was so tired that his face was flushed red, and his back was drenched in sweat.
.... it was so exciting................ to....................
.... .... with his....................... and.
.. Chen Mo felt that Howard was a little too excited. He was very timid before, but when it came to fighting, he didn't care about his life at all. He had the potential to be a fighting maniac. He didn't have any adverse reactions after killing.
Huang Quan, Wang Kun, and the other three were martial artists. In that chaotic world, they had taken a few lives. Old Albert had experienced too much. He had long been indifferent to life and death. His psychological quality was very strong.
Howard, a scientist who stayed in the laboratory all day long, had killed people with his own hands. Facing the corpses on the ground, his expression didn't change. Chen Mo could only say that this guy was a born war maniac.
Seeing that they were willing to continue fighting, Chen Mo nodded his head in satisfaction and led them upstairs.
The stairs were full of the bodies of the mafias they killed. The blood that flowed out dyed the steps red. The whole staircase became slippery and difficult to walk on.
Carefully stepping over the corpses on the steps, they went up to the second floor step by step. At this time, the second floor was very quiet. There was no one in sight. Chen Mo listened attentively for a while, then led them upstairs.
In a luxurious office on the third floor, the leader of the Lucian family, Freud Lucian, who controlled most of the underground forces in Brooklyn, was sitting behind a large solid wood desk. He was wearing a suit. His white hair was neatly combed to the back of his head. He held a thick Cuban cigar in his hand, but he didn't light it.
The intense gunfire downstairs had been going on for a while, but there was no sign of it stopping. Freud couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Who would break into the Lucian family's headquarters at this time? Who had the ability to fight with dozens of elite gunmen under his command?
The Frehley family? Impossible. The two families in Brooklyn were evenly matched. If they broke into each other's headquarters with great fanfare, it would only result in a loss for both sides, and other forces would take advantage of it.
Someone from the government? Also impossible. The Lucian family spent a lot of money every year to bribe the people in power. It was impossible that they didn't know anything about it. Also, if the government really wanted to do something to them, there was no way his men could stop the state's violent machine.
Thinking about their actions during this period of time, a mysterious and powerful figure appeared in his mind. Could it be him? Yes, it must be him!
Breaking into the enemy's headquarters in the middle of the night was exactly the same as when he killed "Mad Dog" Tonny and his men. Last time, he snuck in alone, but this time, he brought helpers with him. As far as he knew, the boxers in the martial arts center were not weak.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very likely. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Freud's forehead. Why did he suddenly come back? How did he know what we were doing?
Although they had been instigating some small forces to make a move against the dojo so that they could sit back and reap the benefits, they had been very secretive throughout the entire process. After the incident, they were even prepared to eliminate all the forces that had made a move against them. Even if Chen Mo returned in the future, he would not be able to trace it back to them.
They thought that Chen Mo wouldn't know what they were doing. Indeed, if Chen Mo was really just a powerful tycoon, he would be kept in the dark. When he came back, he would find the martial arts center destroyed, and he wouldn't be able to take revenge on them. It was a good plan.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo's Hydra Intelligence Department had a clear picture of their every move.
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