Chapter 1087: Melee

The faint voice of speaking indicates that there are not many people here, as previously expected. ☆→☆→, and the intelligence of Plath’s previous presence has shown that this exit is in the basement of a drug dealer’s villa. Because of the exposure of the basement in the United States, this villa has never been lived in. It is basically deserted. Sometimes people come to trade or take drugs and become a paradise for small drug dealers.
Those faint laughter and women's groans indicate that a group of drug addicts are gathering here, and the real big drug lord will not gather in this exposed place.
"Wait!" Plath said to Ennis behind him, and then pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun against the plank. At this time, Ainisi also obeyed Plath's words, and really didn't move. This was a real juncture of life and death, and he still wouldn't let his shortcomings kill him.
He himself is much worse than Plath in this respect. So now that he is facing danger, his arrogance will become cautious, and his palms are about to sweat. Grasp the submachine gun with both hands and pinch it tightly in his arms. And lick some chapped lips with your tongue from time to time.
Slowly, the two stayed below for almost an hour, and finally the movement inside was much smaller. Occasionally only people were walking around, and then there was silence. Obviously everyone here was tired from playing, even if it was supported by drugs. They are also tired. So Plath made a tactical gesture to Ennis.
"Three, two, one." Plath's fingers stood up three, and then bent and pinched one by one, suddenly Plath opened a gap in the door panel. Then a flash bomb was thrown from the crack, and then a smoke bomb. This is a standard police attack weapon.
"Boom!" A sound. The flash bomb exploded, so that people who were still awake suddenly couldn't see clearly. There was also a "buzzing" sound in my ears, and then awakened those who were asleep, before they had time to scream, they heard a dull sound of "boom", and then the smoke filled them.
"Police, it, the police are here!" Someone yelled loudly in the smoke, coughing constantly, and then heard a "bang" shot. Someone shot in the chaos.
After a gunshot, the gunshots suddenly rang out. The punks and drug dealers in the room shot randomly, some were screaming, some were cursing loudly, and others were coughing constantly, and then they found A messy gun shooting, wherever there is a sound, there will be a shooting sound!
Knowing that everything is quiet. There are only occasional sounds. Plath nodded, then grabbed a Remington M870 high-power shotgun from his side, with seven bullets. He pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun down, then grabbed the shotgun and aimed it at the wooden board. He also backed a few steps.
With a sound of "boom", the board was shot through a big hole, and the whole board was opened by the bullet. Plath took the lead and rushed a few steps. He jumped out of the hole and saw a crooked person trying to stand up. He picked up a pistol and shot him.
With a "bang--", the shotgun fired, and the bullet hit the person. He was immediately retreated several meters away by the huge impact, and then lay on the ground, motionless. Don't even think about being alive if you are hit by this bullet. Those projectiles are enough to tear every part of the body. If it is shot in the arm and thigh, it can even be interrupted by a shot. So that person is basically hopeless.
After killing that person, I looked in the room again, and it seemed that there was no one standing up. The people here directly shot themselves in the chaos because of the chaos, and basically all died. The smoke dissipated. Looking at the corpses in the room, Ennis nodded in admiration and said, "You are really amazing. Let them kill each other with a little trick, which saves us a lot of things."
"Check to see if anyone is still alive!" Plath walked toward the bathroom and balcony. Obviously, if there were people there, he would definitely not die in the melee, and maybe he would wait for himself. Give yourself a shot when you are careless, Plath doesn't want this.
He looked towards the toilet very cautiously, there was no one, and then went to the balcony to look, there was still no one. Just when he was about to turn around, he heard a "bang" gunshot, which frightened him. He couldn't help but wanted to go there. This idiot gave him a headache. Couldn't it be used? Dagger?
As he was passing the kitchen, a person suddenly appeared in the kitchen and pointed a pistol at him. His footsteps couldn't help but stop, if he were to move again, he would definitely be shot to death by the man. Because he could see that that person is definitely not a straw bag, but a somewhat cruel person.
It is not surprising that there are one or two such people hidden in the gangster, because everyone is not done overnight, and the big drug dealers also started as small drug dealers. It's just that they often excel. This person must be such a person now. To survive the melee, there must be his reason.
"Okay, I lost!" Plath slowly raised his hands, turned around, and then looked at the man who raised his pistol at him. He was young, fierce and silent, and didn't speak easily. Expose your heart. Such people have begun to have the potential to become drug lords.
"I can put the gun down!" Plath felt that he wanted to gain enough trust from this person, so he loosened his hand and the shotgun fell on the ground. However, I slowly put down the submachine gun that was on his shoulders, and took down the pistol in the holster tied to his thigh and threw it on the ground.
"Now can we talk about it?" Plath looked at the silent young man holding a pistol, and said every word, "I have a big business to work with people here, you know I am American!"
"But... he's from the Middle East!" The young man said softly, referring to Ennis who was still in the basement checking whether there is alive, "Speak, what do you want?"
"We don't want anything, we just want to find a channel, and then introduce a big business!" Plath said as exaggerated as possible, trying to arouse the young man's ambitions, "I can choose to be with you. A big business, you can become another big boss!"
"Sounds alluring!" The young man suddenly laughed slightly. This smile made Plath extremely alert. He immediately realized that the young man didn't believe the lies he had fabricated, and wanted to Killed himself, so he smashed his body abruptly, took out a pistol from his back, and shot it at the young man.
With a "bang", the gun hit the young man's shoulder, but not the shoulder with the gun. Although it was terrible, Plath had only to bite the bullet and fire a few more shots in a row, "boom boom" In the gunshots, the young man was pushed back by the impact of the bullet, and finally sat down on the ground with blood in his mouth and body.
Surprisingly, the young man was hit by Plath and died in the end. After hearing the gunshots, Ennis also rushed up from the basement. The gangsters in the basement were already dead. Seeing that Plath was wiping the sweat on his face, he nodded and said, "You killed two?"
"Yes, I was almost killed by them!" Plath sighed in relief, and then signaled to Ennis. The two people checked the place again and thoroughly, until it was confirmed that there was really no livelihood. After sitting down and resting for a while, the two of them checked their equipment again.
"Let's go. Leaving here, I don't want to stay in a place like this. The blood is too heavy!" Ainis was a little upset by the corpses and the smell of blood here, and after finishing his own things, he prepared to leave. He turned back to greet Plath, "Are we considered to have contributed to the US government?"
"No, it's the Mexican government!" Plath replied as he walked, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped, then turned and walked back.
This move made Ennis a little puzzled, so he said loudly, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Why are you going back?"
Plath ignored him, but walked to the young man who had been shot to death by himself, squatted down, looked at the young man’s face carefully, feeling strange, and then looked at the young man’s hand. , Very clean, but very powerful arm. Finally, he took the pistol from the young man's hand~EbookFREE.me~ and pulled it out of the magazine, then looked at it, reloaded it, and then put the muzzle against the young man’s body and used another piece of broken The clothes hugged the muzzle and squeezed the trigger. He heard the dull sound of a "bang, bang, bang," gunshot. The bullet was shot out by Plath, and he threw the pistol beside the young man's body.
"What do you want to do? A dead person, and you still shoot him? You have hatred with him?" Ainis also followed, looking at Plath very puzzled, only to see him frown, as if What can't be thought of. Then he started walking outside the door. The cars driven by these punks were parked in Pingli.
"Let's go, now we can leave here!" Plath got on the car, started the car with a cold face, and greeted Ennis to get on the car, then decisively kicked the accelerator, and the car sped away without doing anything. Stay.
Until the car disappeared on the road outside the villa, at this time a figure slowly appeared in the night. He looked at the disappeared car, then smiled slightly, and left without making a sound.
Today he watched a wonderful shootout and participated in a wonderful performance. He was already very satisfied, and everything was proceeding according to his plan. Now it's time to go to the town and see that aspiring painter. (To be continued...) u