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Now, Michael and Marshall have successfully sneaked into the manor. It depends on whether they can be lucky enough to meet the chairman of XP Investment directly.

At this time, Bob outside the courtyard wall has carefully returned the trees that blocked the camera to their original positions to minimize the probability of being discovered by the security personnel in the manor monitoring room.

Then he walked towards the direction of the car they drove before.

In that car, there was also a mortar and fifteen shells.

They were all bought from the black market at a high price.

However, for these elite killers, money is not a problem at all, and there is no way to take this money to hell, so they spend as much as they can.

No matter how well the mission is performed today, when the forty-eight hours come, they will leave this world.

Bob unloaded the mortar and shells from the car one by one, then found a suitable location, set it up, and began to debug and aim.

The wall of the manor is very high, and the various trees inside also block most of the sight.

Bob could only rely on his rich experience to judge where the owner of the manor was most likely to stay.

Then he just had to wait quietly for the gunshots to come and go.

If there was no gunshot, it was very likely that the two teammates were killed by the security personnel in the manor before they had time to shoot.

However, the probability of this was very small. As elite killers of the Norwegian Mafia, their abilities were beyond the imagination of those ordinary special forces elites.

When Bob had prepared everything.

Michael and Marshall had slowly approached the tallest and most luxurious villa in the manor.

Along the way, they killed two or three special forces with the cover of various green belts.

But this last section of the road, which was slightly empty, was not easy to deal with.

"Who are you!?"

"Why haven't I seen you?"

Just as the two were thinking about how to get in, a shout suddenly came from a distance.

It turned out that a patrolling special forces soldier just turned a corner and found them.

"Bang!"

Michael didn't waste any words, he raised his gun and shot, hitting the opponent's forehead accurately.

As a professional elite killer, he is not only good at close combat such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, boxing, karate, etc., but also uses various firearms far beyond the level of ordinary special forces.

"Go!"

Michael shouted in a low voice and ran straight and fast towards the gate of the villa.

Since it has been exposed, there is no need to hide it anymore.

"Ah~~"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Servants and security personnel in the manor kept appearing along the way.

But no matter what kind of people appeared, Michael and Marshall would shoot them all.

Occasionally, there were special forces hiding in hidden corners, trying to sneak attack them.

But as a killer who has reached the peak of dark power and has been wandering on the edge of life and death for many years.

The two of them are very sensitive to killing intentions, and their bodies are extremely flexible.

Unless the opponent is also a powerful master, it is difficult to cause them too much damage if there are not enough ordinary guns.

If they dodge in time, they will only suffer some skin injuries, which will not affect the actions of the two too much.

When Michael and Marshall put their own death aside and only thought about killing the owner of the manor.

The fighting power that can be erupted is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

And the ammunition wrapped around their bodies is enough to support them to finish this battle.

"Anthony, what's going on outside? Why are there so many gunshots?"

In a luxurious room on the second floor of the villa, a middle-aged woman with wavy hair asked nervously.

"Nicole, it's okay, it should be just some minor situations."

"The security personnel in the manor will handle everything."

Anthony is the chairman of XP Investment.

He listened to the continuous gunshots outside, and his face was quite bad.

But he still smiled and comforted his wife.

"Dad, Mom, I'm scared!"

The young son and daughter next to them ran over and hugged their thighs.

"Don't be afraid, kids, it will be over soon."

Anthony patted the two on the shoulders.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Unfortunately, the gunshots continued for five minutes but never ended.

It seems that the intruders were not quickly eliminated by the security personnel as Anthony said.

Are there many intruders this time? Several people in the room openedbegan to worry.

At this time, Michael and Marshall, who were fighting with the security guards on the first floor, were not in a good situation.

From just now to now, they have checked seven or eight rooms, but they still haven't found the chairman of XP Investment.

During this period, the two killed more than a dozen servants and more than 20 special forces security guards.

Although the results were not small, the remaining security guards in the manor had surrounded them and blocked their way to the second floor.

The most important thing is that at least two masters appeared on the opposite side, and their strength was no worse than theirs.

Marshall's right hand was directly broken in the gunfight with the opponent's master.

He now barely used the tape he prepared in advance to wrap the broken part of his right hand tightly to delay the time to survive.

But large streams of blood continued to seep out of the tape.

"Boom!!!"

Michael took out a grenade and threw it forward, suppressing the firepower of the opposite side.

"Michael, I'll cover you."

"You go to the second floor later."

Marshall ignored the wound on his right hand and continued to shoot with his left hand.

Even with his left hand, his marksmanship was still extremely accurate, and he killed another special forces soldier.

However, he knew that in order to have a higher probability of going to the second floor and killing the chairman of XP Investment, he still needed teammates who were not seriously injured to go out.

"Okay!"

Michael nodded and quickly checked his ammunition.

Then he took off all the grenades on Marshall's body, put some into his tactical pockets, and held some in his hands.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

After throwing two more grenades, Michael crouched down and rushed out like lightning, heading straight for the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Marshall no longer deliberately hid his figure, and kept shooting, just to suppress the opponent's firepower so that his companions could successfully reach the second floor.

He felt that at this moment, he had unleashed tremendous potential.