Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 271 Bloodbath at the Leib Detective Agency (Part )

"Hurry, hurry, hurry up, the enemy has reached the third floor!!!"

Brian had been yelling like this since he received the call from his boss, asking all the official detectives and detective assistants who remained in the detective agency to go to the armory, arm themselves collectively, and prepare for battle.

But it was too late...or rather, the enemy acted too fast.

The Leib Detective Agency stipulates that, except for regular detectives, all detective assistants or clerical staff are not allowed to carry weapons to work while in the company.

If there is a work requirement, you can go to the armory to pick up equipment when you leave the company, and private possession of hot weapons is not encouraged.

The reason is that France is a country where guns are banned. Secondly, carrying a weapon to work is also very dangerous. What if someone dislikes your supervisor or boss?
All this led to the situation that when Brian, the security chief, rushed out of the armory on the fifth floor wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a shotgun and went downstairs with his subordinates, he heard gunshots and shouting coming from the third floor when he was on the fourth floor.

Brian looked at his subordinates nervously, then nodded vigorously.

After receiving the signal, the man in the suit nodded in response, walked quickly to the stairs with a cat-like step, and then quickly looked down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stuck his head out halfway, the people below opened fire. Several bullets were fired from below, one of which passed through the gap between the stairs and hit him directly on the forehead.

Brian watched his subordinate stumble forward and fall off the side of the stairs.

It's not good, very not good, but Brian has to take back the third floor because the finance office is on the third floor, and today is payday for the detective agency, and there is a lot of cash inside.

Brian took a deep breath, looked back at the two young and strong detectives behind him, nodded vigorously, then rushed down first with a shotgun in hand and jumped out.

"Peng!"

Brian had just jumped out of the staircase landing, before he could even see the enemy clearly, he pulled the trigger in mid-air and fired at the entrance to the third floor stairs.

With his sudden appearance, Brian's first shot took the initiative, but because it was too sudden, the shotgun shell did not hit the target, but hit the top of the head of the enemy who was half-kneeling on the ground, and the flying dust fell on the latter's helmet.

Brian didn't have the chance to fire a second shot because the yellow-haired man had already opened fire. The movement above his head didn't give him any chance to hesitate or dodge. He pulled the trigger and steadily poured out the bullets in the magazine of the MP5 submachine gun, creating a stable fan-shaped barrage of bullets.

Brian was forced to the ground, using the angle of the staircase landing to avoid the hail of bullets.

The security chief dodged the hail of bullets, but the other man who launched the raid right behind him was not so lucky.

When the firing pin of the MP5 submachine gun in Huangmao's hand made a crisp hitting sound before it finished firing, he thought that the bullets had been used up. He immediately stuck his head out from the other end of the stair platform with the gun in hand, trying to open fire to suppress the enemy.

Then he bumped into the muzzle of the yellow-haired man's gun.

Replacing the bullet takes a little time, but changing the pistol is something that can be done with just one hand.

Long before he ran out of bullets, the yellow-haired man had already pulled out his secondary weapon, the Mr-73 revolver, with his left hand and aimed at the staircase platform. When the enemy poked his head out, he shot him in the face, blowing half of his face off.

"Oh, damn it!"

Cursing, Brian risked his Benelli M4 shotgun over the edge of the staircase and fired a shot downwards, which then attracted even more intensive counterattack fire.

It was Assault Team No. 1. They had already completed the cleanup operation on the second floor. When they came up, they encountered a yellow-haired man pulling out a pistol and engaging in a firefight with an unknown enemy on the staircase platform leading to the fourth floor.

So they hurried forward, half-knelt on the side, and waited for the opportunity to fire.

Brian extended his gun out of the platform, just hitting the muzzles of their guns. In the precise point-blank shooting, the shotgun in his hand was hit by bullets one after another, and even Brian's palm was hit by a bullet that penetrated the stairs, and half of his palm was blown away.

"God damn it!"

Brian felt no pain as his hand disappeared and blood gushed out. He knew that this was the body's protective mechanism at work. Besides, if he didn't get rid of his current situation quickly, he would definitely die.

So Brian didn't care about the finance office on the third floor, and quickly used his hands and feet to crawl backwards.

Fortunately, there was still one detective who was not hit. When Brian wanted to retreat, he wisely took the risk of being hit by a stray arrow, stepped forward, bent down, grabbed his immediate superior's leg, and dragged him back out of the fire suppression area.

Then, the detective grabbed Brian's shoulders and ran upstairs. "We have to retreat. We can't hold on. The enemy is too... elite."

Without his subordinates reminding him, Brian knew he had to escape, but where should he escape to?
If he guessed correctly, there was someone guarding the stairs at the back door.

When Brian returned to the fourth floor, before the two of them entered, they heard angry shouts coming from inside.

"Raise your hands, raise your hands, let me see your hands, raise your hands, quick!!!"

Brian, whose palms were still dripping with blood, didn't dare to go in and continued to flee to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is the core floor of the Leib Detective Agency. It is the office location of all official detectives and also the location of the armory. There is no shortage of manpower and weapons and equipment.

There were several people guarding the entrance to the fifth floor with guns. When they heard the footsteps, they subconsciously pointed their guns at the stairs. Even though he was in a hurry, Brian did not forget to shout when he went upstairs, thus avoiding accidental injuries.

"I'm Brian... Quick, get the first aid kit and bandage me, my palm was knocked off."

"Mr. Bryan, what's going on down there?"

"It's not good, gentlemen. Not only is my hand in bad condition, but the gap downstairs is also in bad condition. The number of enemies coming is not good. They are equipped with heavy bulletproof armor and submachine guns, and they are not official people.

We have to hold on here until the police arrive."

While Brian was encouraging the detectives, someone rushed over with a first aid kit and performed emergency hemostasis on the former's mutilated palm.

"Gentlemen, can we make contact?"

"Yes, we have called the police, but there is a massive parade going on nearby. The operator told me that the police on the scene are unarmed and they need to go to the nearest police station to get their weapons before they can come over."

"How long will this take?"

"According to my calculations, this will take about fifteen minutes."

"Oh, fifteen hell minutes."

……

When the two assault teams rushed to the fourth floor, the fall of the fourth floor of the detective agency was almost a foregone conclusion.

There were no armed personnel on this floor, all of them were civilian staff. Facing the gunshots and warnings from the anti-terrorist commandos, they all raised their hands in fear and let the latter pull out their pistols and shoot at their thighs.

Some warriors also stepped forward to demonstrate the consequences of not taking this shot in the thigh.

Perhaps she was crazy from boxing, or perhaps she was frightened by the bloody scene of her colleague being shot in the thigh, a girl wearing a professional short skirt, with a pretty face and a curvy figure stood up and ran screaming towards a place she thought was safe.

The vase was then shot dead by anti-terrorist commandos who were doing their duty.

When the body fell to the ground and the blood was spilled all over the ground, the more than 20 employees present "calmed down".

The fourth floor was full of civilian staff and there was no wealth worth looting, so Huangmao soon led two assault teams to the fifth floor.

Attacking from the bottom up is always a problem, because the high base is stupid.

So, after learning from the civilian staff that there were at least ten armed detectives gathered on the fifth floor, Huangmao decided to use slightly unusual weapons to attack.

Even though the enemy's main weapon is a pistol, Huangmao also noticed that an enemy had just used a shotgun, and the gun now fell on the staircase.

In the shootout on the stairs, Huangmao himself was hit by a shotgun shell, and a layer of the composite bulletproof material of his helmet was knocked off, and the defensive power of the helmet visor was weakened by half.

If the enemy had fired armor-piercing bullets such as single-barreled bullets instead of No. 12 shotgun shells, Huangmao would have been injured even if he had not died.

(End of this chapter)