Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 30 Addresses
Experienced people have already thought about all the key points and what they will face before doing it.

Old Brown is exactly this kind of person. Even though he is over 70 years old, his habit of serving as a soldier has continued well.

Before he started, he already knew what would happen to him after he killed the three people in front of him in one go, so he buried him directly in the sofa the moment he killed the third person.

The plan was as simple as that, but he overestimated himself.

At this moment, Old Brown felt that his movements were very slow, and he could only try his best to divert his vital points.

puff! ! !The first shot from the two Russians went straight into his shoulder.

puff! ! !Then came a second shot into his back.

"Humph!"

Old Brown snorted, the intense pain suddenly hit his sanity, and he almost passed out, but he still gritted his teeth, lay down on the sofa and used his last remaining strength to shift the gun and shot at the wine rack.

boom! ! ! ! !
In order to ensure the accuracy of the head, the old Brown chose the enemy's large chest.

puff! ! ! ! !A Russian on the other side of the wine rack looked down at his chest, clutched his chest, and fell down in pain as if exhausted.

"Woke!!!!"

The only Russian who was still standing was attracted by the attention and shouted, but he didn't stop. He continued to pull the trigger towards Old Brown who was lying on the sofa.

The time was equal, and Old Brown also pulled the trigger at this moment.

boom! ! ! !

boom! ! ! !

Two gunshots sounded almost simultaneously.

The Russian bullet arrived first, burrowing hard into Old Brown's exposed back.

puff! ! ! !The blood exploded, and Old Brown couldn't bear it now. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat, and he slowly collapsed on the sofa. He almost couldn't even hold the pistol in his hand, so he just hung it on his hand.

at the same time.

Old Brown's subsequent bullets also drilled into their targets.

puff! ! ! ! !The bullet penetrated very accurately into the heart of the Russian's chest with the door wide open, blasting a blood hole.

"Uh!!!"

The last Russian subconsciously looked down at his blood-red chest, and then at Old Brown lying motionless on the sofa, with strong unwillingness in his eyes, and slowly fell to the ground.

The whole room fell into dead silence for a moment.

A few seconds later, there was movement on the sofa.

"Cough!!! Cough!!!"

Through this deadly calm, Old Brown, who already knew the result, suddenly opened his eyes, and he had already recovered from the painful shock.

"Cough! Cough!! There are three more..." Old Brown took a deep breath, ignoring his back and shoulders that were still bleeding, forced himself to shift his body and lie on the sofa, and forcibly held the pistol and pointed it at the door.

He stared at the door, waiting for the arrival of the three men. The old man knew that the room could not cover up the gunshots.

Sure enough, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

"Cough!!!" Old Brown coughed, staring at the door, and at this moment his hand became very steady.

"What's the matter with this gunshot? Boss, didn't you say you want to do business well?"

Accompanied by the voice, Beard opened the door with the two of them and rushed in.

The average person accepts the information fed back from the field of vision very quickly, about 200 to 300 milliseconds, but this reaction time also depends on many other factors, including the individual's reaction speed, cognitive ability, attention level, etc.

People take longer to respond appropriately when receiving more complex information.

Therefore, the moment the three Beards walked in, they had already given Old Brown the opportunity to shoot. Coupled with the fact that they saw and received the information of the entire room, they had already given Old Brown the opportunity to pull the trigger several times in a row.

The expressions of Beard and the three were a little unbelievable. They had no idea that it was their own person who died, but they were all shocked when they saw Old Brown lying on the sofa and pointing a pistol at him.

"not good!!!"

"..."

Old Brown was holding on to this moment, without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger several times in a row as fast as he could.

Bang bang bang! ! ! ! !

Walking in the forefront, Beard, who was just about to draw his gun, had a few blood sprays on his body. He stared blankly at Old Brown, who was still pulling the trigger, with a look of unwillingness.

When Beard fell, the rest of the bullets were unstoppable, moving on and hitting the two behind hard.

The two people behind had already drawn out their pistols, but their movements were not as fast as the bullets.

Before the gun was pointed at Old Brown and the trigger was pulled, several blood sprayed out from their bodies.

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Of course, they weren't completely dead yet, they pulled the trigger with consciousness before they fell to the ground.

It's a pity that his body has long been deformed, and the bang bang bang shots all missed, hitting the sofa where Old Brown was lying.

After a few plops, the room fell into silence again, leaving only a few dying breaths.

"cough……"

Old Brown took a deep breath to empty the magazine, and the pistol in his hand had already fallen off to the ground.

"cough……"

Old Brown was coughing, and blood came out of his mouth. He lay on the sofa and looked at the void in front of him, but there was a smile in his eyes, as if he saw someone.

"Wait for me, honey, I still have something to do..."

Old Brown breathed out again, and while his left hand was still shaking, he took out a blood-stained mobile phone from his arms and put it on the sofa, and pressed the shortcut key by feeling.

The old man had no strength to put the phone to his ear, and he had only his last breath left.

At this moment.

Basement warehouse.

Yorks was putting the enchanted bullets into the cardboard box one by one by category.

The shelf in front of him was filled with box after box of ammunition, which was like a small gunpowder magazine. It can be said that Yorks spent a lot of money on bullets.

In a word, those who play with guns generally spend the most on bullets.

"Finish."

Yorks buckled the box and pushed it into the shelf. His day usually ends with this sentence, and the rest is to take a shower and sleep.

Looking at the neatly stacked and completely sorted magazines, Yorks nodded in satisfaction, and walked to the first floor, but before he stepped on the first step, the phone in his pocket rang.

"It's so late, who could it be?" Yorks took out his phone and walked up.

When he saw the caller on the phone screen, Yorks suddenly stopped in place.

"Old Brown?" The old man's call at such a late hour gave Yorks a bad feeling, and he quickly connected.

As soon as it was connected, the phone rang Old Brown's voice.

"Father Yorks, I'm sorry, the only one I can contact is you..."

Listening to the voice from the mobile phone, Yorks' face became extremely serious. He could hear the weakness of Old Brown, as if he was in a state of breathlessness.

"Mr. Brown, are you all right?"

"Cough! It's okay..." Old Brown's voice gradually became as thin as a mosquito until it disappeared.

"Father, can you come here, there are people who need help here..."

Yorks only heard one address in the end.

(End of this chapter)