Chapter 103: Insight into the demons

Michelle heard that the police were coming, and thought to himself that the situation was getting worse.
"Don't fight with the police, leave there."
"Can you kill the police?" the subordinate asked.
Michelle said without hesitation: "Yes."
In the lobby on the first floor, more than a dozen police officers entered, and they also carried explosion-proof shields. They suffered a lot when confronted.
Fortunately, the four gunmen were separated, two of them were behind the consultation counter, and two of them were hiding behind the support pillars in the lobby.
A gunman said: "Captain Michelle asked us to retreat, Brook, you attract attention. They didn't find my position. This angle can shoot the police behind the explosion shield!"
"When I fired, you took the opportunity to jump out and escape. We evacuated in two directions and went upstairs."
"OK, George." Brook, who was hiding behind the counter, nodded and suddenly threw a flash bomb out.
"Sa!" The police team suddenly stagnated and fired in Brooke's direction again and again.
There were also the police, who wisely threw two shock bombs behind the counter.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, George suddenly moved out from behind the pillar and was about to shoot.
His marksmanship was very good and he was confident of killing four police officers holding shields.
By then, the police will inevitably be in chaos, scattered around looking for shelters, and he and Brook and others can take the opportunity to go upstairs.
However, he thought well, but unexpectedly, at the same time he came out from behind the pillar...
In the stairwell on the first floor of the hospital, a voice suddenly rang.
"George!" The voice was very immature, still crying.
George's face changed drastically, and his hands trembled.
"Brother... don't come out!" He instinctively roared into the stairwell.
Six years ago, he was still in a gang in Argentina, and the slum where he was located was full of drugs and gunfire.
Everyone has only one idea, and that is to get rid of poverty.
Crime was just like a commonplace meal there, and for money, he joined the gang and practiced marksmanship hard.
He was cruel and killed countless people, and soon became the strongest gunman in the gang, made a lot of money, and his family got rid of poverty.
But this is the case, he will never be satisfied, he wants more, and finally caused a full-scale fight between the two gangs.
Compared to his own violence, his younger brother is a clever and well-behaved child. He is about to go to university in the United States, but he is involved in the gang war because of himself.
He let his younger brother hide in the cash box, while killing himself.
However, when he heard that he was injured, the idiot ran out, crying his name loudly with tears in his eyes.
In the end, the younger brother was shot in the neck by the enemy, and the blood stained the chest full of money.
In that shootout, he killed 27 enemy gunmen like a devil and killed the enemy's boss.
He didn't get more because of this, because the police came and the police did not allow the slums to have more power than them.
In the end he didn't get anything, he also lost money, lost his brother, lost the gang, lost everything.
Alone, he fled to Africa and became a wandering mercenary until he became a vassal of the Illuminati.
He thought he was about to forget his brother, but he didn't expect that when he heard the familiar cry, he instinctively yelled out the sentence: "Don't come out!"
"Boom boom!" The police's reaction was a beat slower, but George's reaction was even slower.
This is not six years ago, nor is it in Argentina. Although the younger brother's tone and accent are exactly the same, he is dead.
Why, my brother's voice came from the stairwell?
He responded instinctively, and the hesitation in his heart made his gun lose its former accuracy.
The bullet passed over the policeman's head, ridiculously wrong. Because George's eyes are all looking towards the stairwell.
Even though he has gone through many battles, at this moment, he is not as good as an ordinary person.
The police counterattacked dullly, letting dozens of bullets pour on him.
"Puff..." George was shot dead on the spot, kneeling in a pool of blood.
Until he died, his eyes were still on the stairwell, he didn't know what he was expecting.
In fact, he has realized that this is probably a trick of the enemy.
But he was still looking forward to the miracle, maybe his brother suddenly... ran out from the stairwell?
At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, he really saw his younger brother, holding his hand in the dark, and walking towards a beam of light.
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"What's the matter? George is dead!"
George's death caused the other three gunmen to fall into an awkward situation.
Both Brooke and the other gunman took the opportunity to rush out of the bunker. As a result, one of the policemen, George did not kill, but was seconded?
Who called George's name just now?
In George's experience, how could he look at the sound source in such an emergency?
"A fool? If someone calls you, you have to agree?"
The other three teammates were mad, but now is not the time to pursue this.
Brooke and another teammate were exposed at the gunpoint of the police. Although another teammate was hiding behind the pillar next to George, his position was also exposed.
After all, no one would have thought that when they said they would fire and evacuate at the same time, George himself, who was the most critical part of the plan, gave it away on the spot.
"Bangbang!" The police watched at the same time two gunmen rushing out of the bunker, and immediately switched their guns to shoot.
Brooke and his teammates went one after another. Hearing the sound of gunshots from behind, Brooke shrank instinctively.
He stuck at an angle, letting his teammates block the bullet behind him.
The teammate was shot dead on the spot, and Brook took the opportunity to get behind another pillar.
"Brook, there are only two of us left. They know where we are. Be careful of explosive bombs."
Brook recalled the glance he had just scanned, and said: "Sixteen policemen, four at ten o'clock, six at twelve o'clock, and the chief of police there. There are six at fifteen o'clock, right there. On your side……"
"We shot at the same time. As long as you can help me delay them for a second, I can kill the Chief of Police! They will retreat temporarily!"
Hearing what Brooke said, his teammates understood.
To kill the police chief of the opposing party, the police will inevitably panic. They will not run away, part of them will withdraw, part of them will look for shelter, and the fire suppression will be suspended.
Where can this be used as a shelter, the mercenaries are clear, as long as the police stop suppressing and hide behind the shelter, then it is their turn.
I saw him pull out his saber, jumped high behind the pillar, and plunged into the pillar somewhere more than two meters above the ground. With the help of his strength, he climbed and jumped suddenly.
He stabbed another knife at a height of 2.7 meters, and hung in mid-air like this, his body stepped on the pillar wall and jumped out.
While leaping out, two shock bombs were thrown behind the pillar, but they couldn't blow him anymore.
The man leaped in depth and was in a high position. When the policeman saw him again and raised the muzzle, he had already landed, then rolled for two and a half weeks, and got behind the counter on the other side.
He fulfilled his task perfectly and gave Brooke a chance.
"Boom boom!"
The police's attention was caught by him, and the bullet chased the man, but missed a shot.
However, Brooke did not explode the police chief's head as scheduled.
"Brook!!!" The teammate was trapped behind the counter and roared. Seeing the police threw several grenades in, he had to stand up and shoot, but he was shot dead as soon as he appeared.
Brooke came back to his senses when his teammate died.
Because when he shoots out according to plan, the gun will instantly lock the police chief's head.
Outside the gate of the hospital, it seemed that a balloon floated down from the second floor or higher.
When he flashed and raised his gun, he happened to see a white balloon in the air outside the hospital. A black ink pen was used to draw a smiling face on the balloon. The hair of the smiling face was bald in the middle.
At that moment, he instinctively pointed the gun at the balloon instead of the police chief's head.
"Boom!" He shot the balloon accurately and burst the balloon.
This made Brooke smile from the heart, and then couldn't help but think of his face when he was a child.
This balloon is too familiar, because he has painted almost exactly the same smiling face.
He was only nine years old that year, and his father taught him to play guns. Of course, he only used air guns and used balloons as targets.
His father was an excellent special soldier, and often went out to train or perform missions.
The thing Brook most looks forward to every time is his father's return from vacation. At that time, his father would always bring the latest gun models and tell many thrilling and interesting battle stories, subtly cultivate his independent thinking and simple military literacy.
His combat awareness was the foundation laid at that time.
Sometimes not going home for a long time makes him very angry, so he draws his father's face on the balloon and uses it to practice guns.
But when his father came back, he would immediately be as happy as a fool again. His father disliked his ugly drawing, took a pen and added a few strokes on it, and directly changed the face on the balloon to a laugh.
He even changed that handsome blond hair to bald.
He laughed like a fool, but he was still angry.
My father said, "If one day, you can blow this balloon in front of me and blow this balloon 30 meters away, I won't go to work again."
At his age, he wanted to blow a balloon that was swaying in the wind from 30 meters away, using a low-precision air gun, which was very difficult.
Brooke has worked hard for this commitment for five years.
From nine to fourteen, it was the happiest time in his life.
Because he has a very fulfilling life, he has hope every day, and he also has things to look forward to every day.
After five years, he actually hit the balloon often, but when his father came back, he could not always blow the balloon in front of him.
Because my father always chooses to throw it when the wind is the strongest.
He knew that his father was deliberate, but Brooke didn't admit defeat. He must practice it. Anytime he throws this balloon, he can also burst the marksmanship!
In the end, Brooke succeeded. When he was fourteen years old, he had nearly 100 shots within 30 meters.
But his father couldn't accompany him anymore, and his father would not go to work anymore, because he sacrificed in a mission.
His father wanted him to be a soldier and serve the country, and Brooke originally worked hard for this.
But when his father died, he was lost. He seemed to forget who he should shoot for.
He is strong and has military qualities. He is like a bully in school. He has done fights and robberies. He is addicted to marijuana and women.
Therefore, he failed to be admitted to the military academy, and instead began to mix gangs.
The second uncle who adopted him began to dislike himself, beat and scolded himself, and he became more and more rebellious.
Until one day, UU reading www. uukanshu. com got a real gun and killed his father's brother by himself.
Today, Brooke has become a mercenary.
He has forgotten those people in ordinary people's lives in the past, and he almost forgot what his father looked like.
However, he still remembered the white balloon and the bald smiling face of his father on it.
He never left his shooting training.
"The wind speed is nine centimeters, the balloon is shaking, shooting, shooting."
Brooke's actions were completed in one go, and it seemed that they had been able to do so.
When he realized that he was not at home, the police responded and shot him to death.
"puff!"
Brook fell in a pool of blood, and the last picture in his heart was still the balloon.
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