Chapter 1333: Who are these people fighting for?

At the entrance of the hotel, people who rushed from compound No. 57 merged with the security personnel who had returned before and began to storm the main entrance of the lobby.
Indoors, the personnel responsible for covering and intercepting the seven districts, carrying self-d steps, relying on the indoor complex furniture, and the building as a shelter, are shooting frantically outside to suppress them.
The two rows of soldiers next to the hotel's main entrance stepped up their guns and started shooting gun-loaded howitzers from outside the window.
"Boom, boom...!"
The explosions sounded frequently, and the entrance of the lobby was turned into ruins in an instant. The soldiers who were blown to death, blasted to pieces, wailed in the heap of flesh and blood, and the scene was like on earth.
"Fucking a B!"
The captain of the operations in District 7 saw his brothers die tragically, and immediately roared with red eyes, "Back door, can the back door go?"
"There are also people. There are more than a dozen cars blocked." The guy in the corridor shouted with a vibrato.
"Damn, don't let them suffocate to death, or they won't be able to rush out completely." The captain of the operation waved his hand immediately: "Get ready, rush out with me."
"1!"
"2!"
"rush out!"
The captain of the action team roared, and took the remaining military intelligence personnel with him, and stepped forward to suppress it. Because at this moment they have no way to go, the front and rear doors are blocked, and there must be people around the first floor. The only chance for life is to make a way before the opponent's large forces arrive.
More than a dozen people carrying shoulder bags rushed out from multiple corners in the lobby, shooting frantically outside to suppress them.
"Whizzing……!"
Hand L, tear gas, gun-carried grenades, all weapons that can cause mass destruction, smashed toward the outside at this moment.
At the entrance of the hotel, several off-road vehicles were blown into fireballs, and the soldier No. 57 also temporarily retreated from the steps and moved to both sides.
"Bring a few hostages here, hurry up!" The action captain yelled immediately.
After speaking, the brothers in the eighth district dragged down four or five people in the hotel from upstairs. There were invited guests and the staff of the venue. They were held hostage and stood trembling in the front row.
The captain of the action team hid behind the concrete pillar, pulling his neck and shouting: "Is there any who can speak Chinese?"
It was quiet outside and no one spoke.
"I have some chips in my hand, can you talk about it?" The captain of the action team rolled his eyebrows and shouted: "I don't need to go out, come to the trolley, and let my soldiers go first. Let's take it easy, how about?!"
On the street, behind the command vehicle, a middle-aged man with his sleeves rolled up, looked down at the layout of the hotel, pointed to the exhaust outlet and said, "Let a group of people lock down and enter from the third floor."
With the sound of footsteps, an officer ran over and said in Japanese: "They are hostages."
"Snapped!"
The middle-aged snapped a finger and waved his hand at the person next to him: "Come here."
At the entrance of the hotel, a man who was held hostage by the military situation of the Seventh District, lowered his head and shouted, "I am a shareholder of Xinyang Group. I am Cui Zhenghao. Let your person in charge come over to ensure my safety..."
"Scream louder, otherwise they won't hear." The military intelligence officer hiding behind the man urged with sweat on his forehead.
Cui Zhenghao had a sharp voice, stood in front of his legs trembling, and continued to shout in Korean: "Dolls, don't you understand? I'm being held hostage. Let your person in charge come...hurry up!"
"Buzz!"
Just halfway through the call, an armed off-road vehicle with a machine gun suddenly rushed out on the left. The car was so fast that it stopped on the street in front of the door almost in the blink of an eye.
The captain of the action team, seeing that something was wrong, immediately waved his hand: "Retreat!"
"Da da da da...!"
The machine guns roared, and the hostages standing at the door waiting to negotiate, together with the military intelligence personnel who held them, were beaten to countless corpses almost in the blink of an eye.
The blood exploded into mist in the air, and the scene was extremely bloody.
The man who shouted that he was a shareholder of Xinyang Group was the worst. His upper body was completely shattered, his head rolled on the ground, his eyes widened, and he only had an expression of astonishment.
For 57, it is impossible for them to accept negotiations at this moment. The other party is ready to evacuate, which means that most of the shooting targets upstairs must have died.
For such a large-scale massacre of upper-class elites, No. 57 has an unshirkable responsibility. If the gunman were allowed to escape at this moment, it would be a shame for the entire fifth district.
Not to mention a shareholder of the group at this moment, even if a senior officer No. 57 is kidnapped, this group of people will not hesitate.
After the machine gun was scanned, the middle-aged man in charge immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Come in, rush in!"
On the street, the soldiers and security personnel charged into the hotel again after hearing the order.
In the lobby.
After the captain of the action team watched the opponent shot the hostage, his heart was cold.
Next to him, a man who was shot in the leg, leaning on the ground with one hand, cried out: "...It's impossible to run out, it's impossible!"
"Hold on, there is still a chance. Their large troops have not yet come, we still have a chance." The captain cheered everyone up while suppressing shooting outside.
The man fell to the ground, his eyes looked desperately at the dark ceiling and said, "Yao Jingzhong is right."
The captain was startled.
"What the are we? It's just dead men, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com is cannon fodder... The people above may never have thought that we can complete the task and return smoothly." The man said with tears in his eyes and holding the gun. : "Captain, my wife is pregnant, I really don't want to die..."
"Don't talk about it," the captain shouted back, "There is still a chance!"
"In the next life, my mother will only be loyal to the family." The man broke his leg, knowing that he could no longer escape from this environment, and that he would suffer inhuman torture if caught alive, so he slowly raised his muzzle. Closed his eyes: "This is a mission, let's die...!"
"Kang!"
The gunshot, blood splashed five steps.
The man dropped his arms and turned his head.
"M, Xiaohu!!" The captain roared with red eyes, and he was about to rush out with the gun.
A dozen people, facing machine guns and No. 60 or 70 people attacking, and they are still at the door of the hotel with a lot of space, how can they be able to defend? !
The soldiers on the steps rushed into the lobby first under the cover of the machine gun.
At this moment, the fire exit door on the left side of the first floor opened, and a group of men dressed in black suits, headsets and covered in blood rushed out.
"Here, rescue this side." The leading man in suit rushed to the corridor, waved his hand and shouted in authentic Korean: "Our boss is here."
Sure enough, a group of soldiers quickly noticed the group with night vision goggles, and immediately leaned in to help them cover.
Nearly a hundred people surrounded the hotel, and there were still a large number of people on the way to increase the number of personnel. The Metropolitan Police Department sent a large number of police forces to begin to block the streets around the hotel.
Yao Jingzhong, Ma Lao Er, the eighth district fighters, the seventh district fighters, these people who were sent to die, really still have a chance to run out?