The film starts with the Navy SEALs

As the one-sided bridge fell to the ground and shattered, more than a dozen guns firing for cover also stopped downstairs.

The third attack carefully planned by the cultists was even worse than the previous two attacks, and it ended in just a few minutes.

Ordinary militant organizations, in the face of such successive failures, will definitely give up their attacks and will no longer stubbornly gnaw hard bones.

Unfortunately...

These cultists are very determined!
According to Long Zhan's conservative estimate, since he and Dennis joined the battle until now, not counting the injured, there were at least 40 cult members who died.

Such a huge loss is very unacceptable for any organization.

Most will give up because of this!
However, the cultists have no intention of leaving. It seems that this has become a matter of principle, an obsession engraved in their bones.

No matter what method is used tonight, Long Zhan and the others must be killed.

Then what means will they use?

The cultists have tried fire and fumigation, sneak attacks from east to west, bombing with grenades, and invading from various angles, but they have not gained any results.

Any attempt to get through balconies and rooftops resulted in their defeat.

The two passages opened on the wall on the fifth floor didn't work either, and the ending was even more tragic than the trick used earlier.

And playing the same trick again will only usher in the same ending.

Because the three of Long Zhan are already on standby.

In addition to these methods that have been used, what other methods can the cultists use?

Send a sniper to kill?

Useless!

Long Zhan and the three of them are very cautious, and almost never appear in any window. It is useless if you have 10 snipers outside to aim.

……

The cultists were stunned after their attack failed, and they didn't know what schemes they were thinking about.

Long Zhan fought for several hours in a row. Although he was not very tired physically, he was a little tired mentally. For the first time, he sat down on the floor to rest.

"Drink?"

Eugene was even more tired. He sat across from Long Zhan, took out the brandy Long Zhan gave him, held it up in the air and said, "How about one?"

Drinking before the battle is over sounds like a lot of nonsense.

But in this kind of high-intensity fierce battle, taking a sip or two after fighting for a while is indeed beneficial to the battle.

Just like that stimulant, it can make your spirit better.

The premise is not to drink too much.

Gulu Gulu down a bottle, the result is drunk, it will have the opposite effect.

"sure."

Long Zhan readily accepted Eugene's suggestion, reached out to take the brandy, easily twisted off the cap, and prepared to drink from the bottle in the air.

In this environment without a quilt, it is more bold to drink from the bottle in turn.

"Hiss~ zi zi~ zi zi..."

Just as Long Zhan was about to lift the bottle, he suddenly heard a piece of electrical white noise.

After carefully following the sound, it was found that the radio on Eugene IIFS "resurrected".

Eugene was very excited, stood up with a swipe, and walked into the apartment next door in three steps, avoiding Long Zhan and starting to communicate with the people on the radio.

Although they have been fighting together for so long, Long Zhan is not a member of USEC after all, and radio communication is a secret and must be avoided. …

Long Zhan could understand and had no intention of eavesdropping.

"Half an hour! We only have another half hour here, lol."

Within half a minute after entering, Eugene ran out of the apartment excitedly.

In the past, reinforcements would not arrive until dawn, but now it only takes half an hour to arrive, shortening the middle by three or four hours.

This is indeed a very exciting thing for people who are in trouble.

"really?"

Long Zhan was also very happy, but not excited, and the tone of the question was flat.

Everyone trapped on the 5th floor may die in the next few minutes. Half an hour is actually quite a long time.

But Long Zhan didn't have any choice, so he could only choose to trust the support of USEC.

This is the only way!

"Of course it's true. They have already set off. On the way here, there will be no mistakes this time." Eugene said firmly.

"That would be nice."

Long Zhan raised his eyebrows and suggested with a smile: "You should tell your comrades in arms that their injuries have dragged on for so long and they are not optimistic. This news should encourage them."

"You're right, haha, I'll go right away."

Eugene felt that what Long Zhan said was very reasonable, nodded and strode into the utility room where the wounded were placed.

A few minutes after Eugene left, Dennis, who was guarding the stairs, ran over.

"There seems to be something going on down there?"

"Let's go and have a look."

Long Zhan believed in Dennis' sixth son's keenness, got up from the ground and walked quickly to the stairwell, focused his ears and listened to the direction downstairs.

Crackling, clanging, rustling...

There were a lot of mixed and chaotic sounds, and it was impossible to tell whether it was people walking, animals crawling, or cultists deploying a new offensive.

Impossible to tell the difference!
The only thing that can be distinguished is that the sound is getting louder and louder. It should come from the first floor and is approaching the fifth floor.

No enemies were seen, no smoking barrels at the door, no assailants outside the windows.

Long Zhan can only brake statically.

Commonly known as "waiting".

Anyway, the stairs from the 3rd floor to the 4th floor, plus the stairwell from the 4th floor to the 5th floor, Long Zhan has arranged a total of 5 booby traps, and the defense is considered full.

But if the cultists dare to rush rashly, there will be good fruits for them.

Just waited for several minutes...

"Hey!"

Long Zhan suddenly heard a greeting in English, and for a while he couldn't figure out where the voice came from, thinking it was Eugene greeting him.

Turning his head to look in the direction where Eugene was, he didn't see Oxford coming out of the utility room, so he realized that someone was coming from below.

Just below came the second call.

"Hey, you Americans upstairs, anyone hear that?"

"What do you want?"

Long Zhan was sure that the ones who shouted were the cultists, but he didn't know the purpose of the cultists, so he could only answer him indifferently.

"We want to talk," said the man downstairs.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"What kind of conversation is this? I have to meet with you and have a face-to-face conversation." The cultist downstairs said.

"It's okay to have an in-person interview, but your person in charge must come out, and he must be alone, and you are not allowed to bring a gun, so that you can see me." Long Zhanti demanded.

"Then you have to go down to the first floor, I'll come here." The people downstairs also asked.

"Fuck you, it's you who came to see me, not me begging you to meet, you have to find out who you are." Long Zhan raised his tone.