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After the gunshots, Lin Ruoyu immediately rushed out with the submachine gun in his hand. Outside the corridor, five gangster gunmen in green suits were watching the movement at the end of the corridor. They were surprised by the sudden figure flashing in front of them. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

However, what moved faster than them was Lin Ruoyu's bullet. Long before he dodged out, the submachine gun in his hand had already aimed, and just as the muzzle left the door frame, it spit out the flames of death.

Lin Ruoyu didn't know the model of the submachine gun in his hand. He seized it from the security guards of the building. His poor historical knowledge could not answer this question, but this did not prevent him from feeling that the submachine gun in his hand made a very loud sound. It was pleasant to the ear, as crisp as pearls falling on a jade plate, and the gentle recoil allowed Lin Ruoyu to perfectly control the pointing of the muzzle during continuous shooting.

The two gangster gunmen standing in the front were shot dead immediately. The bullets from the strafing hit their guns and palms first, causing them to subconsciously fire all the bullets fired, and then the subsequent bullets fell on them. Blood bloomed on the vital points of his neck and face, and the two of them fell backwards uncontrollably.

Before the two corpses fell down, Lin Ruoyu half-knelt down, and the gun in his hand never stopped firing. The bullets continued to fly past, flew past the two corpses, and landed on the three people behind with precision.

Twenty rounds of magazines were emptied by Lin Ruoyu in just two or three seconds. As soon as the magazines were finished, he rolled forward and rolled into the single room opposite the hiding room. The bullets fired at him in counterattack came late, fell behind him, and smashed the carpet covering the corridor.

"Fake oil..." The fact that the bullets missed caused the two gangster gunmen who were still shooting to yell and curse angrily. The five-member search team met each other, and the two people walking in front were shot dead. One person was injured, and the rest were suppressed so that they had to climb down, and did not find a chance to fight back until the opponent ran out of bullets. This reality had to make people angry and annoyed.

"Chasing, he's out of bullets." The leading gunman yelled, and he quickly got up from the ground. However, the two gunmen had just stood still when a shotgun protruded from under the door that Lin Ruoyu rolled into just now. "Bang bang" in the corridor is two shots.

The shotgun Lin Ruoyu uses is a double-barreled shotgun. The two barrels are short and arranged horizontally. Such a shotgun can also be called a double-barreled shotgun. This kind of firearm is very common in the United States. It is characterized by a short range and steel balls. It has a wide range of distribution and great power. Every single lead bullet fired has the power of a nine-mm pistol bullet.

Now, Lin Ruoyu chose double-barreled burst shooting, and the two NO.12 shotguns ejected from the double-barreled shotgun immediately sealed off the entire corridor. At the gunpoint, after the sound of the gunshot, the two fell backwards and hit the ground with a bang, lifeless. Apart from the reflexive twitching of their hands and feet, they had no breathing.

The intense and short-lived gunshots attracted the enemies who were moving elsewhere, and the sound of intensive running footsteps came from not far away, but Lin Ruoyu, who was the culprit, did not retreat. Instead, he returned to his room, calm and calm. Calmly replaced the submachine gun in his hand with a new magazine, and loaded new shotguns for the spare weapon, the double-barreled shotgun.

"Hurry up, hurry up... I saw the place of the battle, it's a member of the Kilfe family."

"Check the scene to see if there are any survivors."

The voices outside the corridor were very noisy, Lin Ruoyu was not in a hurry to act, he listened carefully, carefully distinguishing the number of people and their positions outside, and when the people outside were pleasantly surprised to find that one of the five people was alive, he raised the The unnamed submachine gun in his hand.

Although it is a hostile family, at this time, the Freeman gunmen who came to help ignored the previous suspicions and began to stop the bleeding of the Kilfe gunman who was lying on the ground, but the latter did not appreciate it and grabbed the former with his hands. The hand that bandaged his wound opened his mouth forcefully and shouted.

"Go...the shooter is in the front room!"

It was too late to remind, Lin Ruoyu had already dodged out again, pulled the trigger of the submachine gun, and in the clear gunshots, poured barrage towards the corridor.

The three Kilfe gunmen who were caught off guard were beaten into sieves on the spot, and fell down with a bang. Lin Ruoyu emptied the magazine, and while changing the magazine skillfully and quickly, he walked forward holding the submachine gun. When the wounded fell to the ground, he stretched his legs and kicked the weapon in the hands of the seriously wounded Kielf gunman far away, and then he walked straight forward without looking back.

Lin Ruoyu didn't shoot like other players. He didn't bother to shoot at the wounded who fell to the ground and lost the ability to resist.

Two thug players quickly ran over from the end of the corridor, followed behind Lin Ruoyu, and the three formed a triangular assault formation, moving forward all the way.

Thirty seconds after the third exchange of fire, not only the three Kilfe gunmen came, but other gangster gunmen also rushed in this direction when they heard the gunshots. Just at a corner, Lin Ruoyu bumped into him head-on. More than ten meters of gangster gunmen.

The fierce exchange of fire took place in the narrow corridor. The gunfire lasted for five seconds. The ten gangsters on the opposite side of the corridor were all knocked down. On Lin Ruoyu's side, a thug player was also killed by bullets. He was hit by a bullet, but he didn't say a word, and continued to move forward with the remaining companion.

Walking all the way, shooting all the way, Lin Ruoyu just raised his gun head-on with anyone he met along the way, whoever has better marksmanship and quicker reaction will survive.

And Lin Ruoyu was always the survivor in such a confrontation.

Lin Ruoyu was running amok on the sixth floor, rushing along the corridor, entering the next room from time to time, going through the side door, and drilling through the big holes opened by other players, but no matter how he walked, Lin Ruoyu never concealed his tracks. The submachine gun fired non-stop until the barrel was red and all the bullets on his body were consumed. He dropped the submachine gun, picked up the opponent's weapon that failed to shoot on the ground, and continued to move forward.

Until in a hall on the sixth floor, when his last follower was killed in a two-on-seven confrontation again, the Hydra commando came after hearing the news, and the two sides directly encountered each other.

"Bang bang bang..." Seeing that the door in front of him was knocked open, two Hydra commandos rushed in. Lin Ruoyu, who had just finished changing the magazine, fired first, and the submachine gun in his hand fired a shuttle of bullets, which landed on both sides precisely. on an enemy.

The bodies of the members of the Hydra commando were shaken by the impact of the bullets, but the two did not fall down. The armor on their bodies helped them block part of the 18mm bullets, and they also resisted the other part and quickly counterattacked , a Winchester shotgun and MP-[-] submachine gun fired at Lin Ruoyu.

For the first time, Lin Ruoyu was forced to retreat in such a confrontation. The pressure of being able to shoot the Winchester shotgun repeatedly was too great, and he had to roll backwards and hide in a Behind the sofa.

"Fire a hostile player, fire, and keep firing to suppress him!" The two commando members who rushed forward, one of them leaned against the wall weakly and shouted, while the other sat down on the ground with a snappy "Pa-ta". Blood flowed from his body to the ground, but the two still insisted on shooting at the sofa, suppressing Lin Ruoyu who was hiding to death.

The hydra behind the gate rushed in quickly, and spread out in formation from left to right. The weapons in their hands fired one after another, knocking the sofa to pieces.

Realizing the result of "being suppressed to death" if this continues, Lin Ruoyu suddenly jumped out of the ground, and ran towards a room as quickly as a snake, and in the process, the submachine gun in his hand kept firing, and the two A Hydra player was hit by bullets and fell backwards, and Lin Ruoyu himself was shot twice again in Hydra's barrage, barely rolling into the room.

"Grenade!" Someone shouted, and then two oval-shaped offensive grenades chased Lin Ruoyu's heels and hit the door frame, rebounded and fell into the room.

At this time, although Lin Ruoyu found the grenade and followed him in, he didn't have the strength to do anything, he could only laugh and close his eyes.

"Happy, happy..."

"Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and the Hydra players quickly followed. At this time, there was only one corpse in the room that was riddled with holes and completely changed beyond recognition.

"Idiot, how many of us did this grandson kill?"

"Two, two of them were seriously injured. His marksmanship was too ruthless, and the gun shot to the vitals. Our bulletproof vests couldn't completely block the bullets."

"What's the ID?"

"I don't know, I'll check back. I have to block him once and give him a pig's head."

Chapter 78: Chapter 74

The fourth general attack launched in the afternoon was not successful. When they reached the seventh floor, the gangster gunmen had to retreat temporarily because they suffered huge casualties.

This is really helpless, it’s not that the gangster gunmen in Hell’s Kitchen and the two members of the New York Mafia family didn’t work hard, but that the casualties were too great. After fighting for more than half an hour, even with the assistance of Hydra players, More than 70 people were killed and injured before and after. Such tragic casualties are directly equivalent to the death of two platoons in the JPMorgan Chase Building.

The gangster gunmen suffered so many casualties, and the Hydra commando was not much better. Before the attack, 20 people in full armor rushed in. After the retreat, only five people were left to run down with their own legs.

The American melon-eaters surrounding Wall Street were also frightened by what they saw. Rows and rows of wounded were carried out. The tragic wounds and the weak howls of the wounded successfully drove them away. The timid ones ran home directly, and the bolder ones did not dare to approach them at will. They didn't need the police to drive them away or warn them. They just obediently stood tens of meters away and watched.

The FBI, which was gathering and was about to wait for the gangsters to retreat, or to rush over to claim credit after clearing up the mobs in the building, was persuaded. They sent people over to ask the gangsters about the situation in the building, and then stopped. After taking action, he surrounded the building instead, but did not attack.

"Countless." Chris spit on the ground, despising the behavior of the FBI agent.

"Chief, what should we do now?" Sergeant Isidor asked in a low voice.

what to doThis is a good question. Chris turned his head and looked around. Sure enough, four players were standing beside Wall Street Boulevard, accompanying them, and there were twenty Mexican auxiliary policemen.

Since the four players were all waiting there, the company employees above the building would definitely be kicked out soon.

"Just wait, Isidore." Chris said. At this time, he was squatting on the side of the road and using a wooden spoon to pick up a box lunch on an iron plate. The box lunch was made by the canteen in the sixteenth district. The staple food was rice and the side dish was carrots. Beef stew, a small stove specially prepared by Chinese chefs from China for Director Chris, specially provided by the Director.

Of course, it’s not just Chris who has food to eat. In fact, the entire New York policemen who gathered outside Wall Street now have fast food. This is when Chris found out that the police had nothing to eat at noon. The kitchen team and two dining cars from the sixteenth division of the society will come here to provide free western-style fast food for the police. Of course, other people can also come to eat, but they have to pay.

Sandwiches, fried noodles, pasta, bread, fried steak, coffee, boiled water and other food, everything, Chris managed to use a small sum of money to gain a good impression in front of the police in each district. In the future, there is no need to leave in the [-]th district. Cases in the jurisdiction need to be investigated and handled, and it will inevitably go much smoother.

"Uh, just wait like this?" Sergeant Isidore touched his head, obviously he had a lot of doubts and wanted to talk to Chris.

"Just wait here." Chris glared at Isidor, and Chris knew exactly what he was thinking about him.

"You didn't see the casualties of the people who came out in front. The old fox James didn't let us go to die. What else do you want? With our [-]th Bureau's manpower, you can do the math yourself, how many people can die? people?"

Isidore was at a loss for words.

Just as Chris taught Isidore, there was a noisy sound from the JP Morgan Chase building, shouts, and footsteps mixed together. Such a movement quickly attracted the attention of the police outside Wall Street. Chief James Nervously ordered the surrounding policemen to surround him with weapons.

Although I don't want to go in and fight the thugs, but I can't let all the guys inside run away.

However, just as the police were getting ready to fight, what ran out of the building was not gunmen, but a large group of male and female staff members in suits and long skirts, holding their hands high. , yelling "don't shoot" while running towards the police.

"What to do?" A policeman yelled.

"What else can we do? Shoot!" At this important moment, Chief James, who was wearing an ordinary police uniform and mixed in with the police officers, raised his pistol decisively and fired consecutive shots into the sky.

"Bang bang bang..."

The successive gunshots frightened the staff who were running forward, and they subconsciously slowed down. Taking this opportunity, Director James shouted loudly.

"Go to the Wall Street exit, there's food and doctors there, go to the Wall Street exit..."

You can't let the staff get close to the police surrounding the building. If a mob hides in the crowd and suddenly opens fire on the police, it will be terrible.

The company employees who escaped from the building were very excited, but fortunately they still maintained the most basic sense. After hearing what Director James said, they all turned their heads and ran towards the exit of Wall Street Avenue. The people followed with the Mexican auxiliary police, standing on the side of the road in the name of maintaining order and guiding the flow of people.

During this process, some people quietly approached Lao She and whispered something in his ear, and then these people were put away by the Mexican auxiliary police in a side alley, and no one noticed. There were too many company employees pouring out of the JPMorgan Chase building, and it was not until after these people had walked for a full 15 minutes that no one went out.

And in this process, without some people, no one can find out at all. Now outside Wall Street, the most important task of the New York police is to maintain order on the scene, walk back and forth in the crowd, search for any suspected thugs, and shout Propaganda, let the company staff confess to the unfamiliar faces around them.

Everyone ran away, and there must be no confession. On the contrary, someone once retaliated and maliciously reported other employees who had conflicts on weekdays, saying that he was an internal accomplice of the mob, which made the New York police go crazy and wasted Policing and time.

This side is tossing, and on the other side, the attack is about to start again, and the remaining ten Hydra players stand up. They take the initiative to take the lead, and behind them are the armed agents of the FBI... This time, the gangster shooters are not involved, and unable to.

"Okay, the matter is coming to an end." Chris muttered standing in the distance. No one knew better than him how many people were left in the building. There were only three or four mob players who could move. How long can they struggle with this little guy?

Chapter 79: Chapter 75 Damn

"Damn it, damn it!" Morgan hammered the ground hard. Even though his fist was cracked and blood bloomed, he continued to punch without knowing the pain, venting the regret and anger in his heart.

Those brothers who had only known each other for a day were all dead. They had only known each other for a day. At this critical moment, they left the hope of survival to Morgan and his old subordinates, but they stayed in the building In guilt, fight to the death with those nasty banker dogs.

Obviously, I pulled them under the bridge yesterday and gave them the last bit of food, just because I wanted to make trouble in the JPMorgan Chase building, and I wanted to find more people to share the pressure. Compared with my brother's behavior, I...

"Ah..." Morgan raised his head angrily and roared.

The eight people around Morgan looked at Morgan silently. Someone stood up and seemed to try to persuade him, but was pulled back by the people next to him.

After venting his anger for a while, Morgan, who regained his composure, silently stood up from the ground, and wiped away his tears with blood-stained hands.

"Lieutenant Morgan, what should we do now?" Someone asked in a low voice. Although the operation in the JPMorgan Chase Building did not fail, the sacrifice of his companions still cast a shadow over the team. None of the eight people had any energy, and their heads were downcast.

"Go to Hell's Kitchen!" Morgan said firmly.

"Since Blair (Lin Ruoyu) asked his comrades in the sixteenth district police station to take care of our injured brothers, then we have to go and bring them back."

Morgan's words successfully boosted the morale of the eight veterans, but at the same time, some people thought of a question that was in the building at that time.

"Lieutenant, there is something I must mention to you." The questioner hesitated and said cautiously.

"At that time, the JPMorgan Chase building was surrounded, people inside the building could not get out, people outside the building could not get up, how did Blair contact the outside, and I remember that the most active people who attacked the building at that time were Will there be any problems with them...?"

"What's the problem?" Morgan asked loudly back.

"Do you suspect that those brothers who used their lives to cover us out are deceiving us, are they with the bankers in JPMorgan Chase, or do you think they will use the lives of their injured brothers to collect bounties from the police?" Morgan walked In front of the questioner, he poked the latter's chest with his index finger. The force was so great that the latter couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Go on, what is the basis of your suspicion?"

"I don't know, lieutenant!" The questioner subconsciously stood up straight and replied loudly.

"I just think their behavior is deliberate."

"I don't think it's suspicious, Sergeant. As for why, let me tell you the reason." Morgan continued to lecture.

"Even in the daytime, I have many ways to get in touch with my comrades-in-arms outside, such as semaphore, such as gestures, let me give you another example, if the above can't be used, simply write a small note and throw it upstairs , can also play a role.

Well, now what questions do you have! ? "

"No, Lieutenant, my question has been answered."

"Since it's gone, next time, don't doubt the guy who fought side by side with you." Morgan stepped forward and patted the questioner on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go to Hell's Kitchen. The first goal is to find a shelter and a job, and then find a way to find out about the situation of the sixteenth district police station."

"Yes, Lieutenant."

……

On Wall Street, the mob players who were still in the JPMorgan Chase building did not persist until night. The Hydra commando led the federal agents to launch a very fierce offensive, and the two old bastards who survived to the end could not delay After a long time, they blocked him in the room and killed him with a grenade.

The rest of the Booby-Trap Party had similar reasons. For this reason, the explosives in their hands had long been used up, and they could only raise their rifles to fight hard against the large number of attackers. In two strokes, he was beaten into a sieve.

Of course, before the total annihilation, the thug players did not forget the Hydra commandos who helped the evil. The last thug player managed to take away two hostile players before he was killed. When the bankers and company executives in the secret room of the building came out, only two of the twenty Hydra commando members were left able to operate normally.

People who don't know are admired for the sacrifice of the Hydra commando, while those who know the inside story, such as Corey of the Morgan consortium, are even more shocked.

"Two gold coins and two promises can be exchanged for twenty dead soldiers. This deal is worth it." Corey sighed.

"This is more brave and fearless than the blood guards of the family. In addition, are the retired veterans of the US military really so powerful? Twenty such dead soldiers and hundreds of gunmen will kill and injure most of them. It can only be solved after people are involved... I have to be more careful recently and bring more bodyguards."

Corey reflected on the hidden meaning of this matter, stroked it several times from beginning to end, thinking whether someone was causing trouble in it, although he was very happy that such an action killed the enemy, but since he could do it once, then There will definitely be a second time... Such atrocities must be prohibited from happening again, it is too dangerous.

Just as Colin was thinking about who might be behind the scenes, his manager, Mr. Morey, trotted over.

"Mr Colin, bad news."

"Say?"

"Nearly half of the documents in the building were damaged. The company...the company may have lost a lot of customer information and fixed property information." Morey hesitated, and then gritted his teeth and said the last bad news.

"More importantly, after the New York police counted the dead bodies of the thugs in the building, they found that part of the thugs who attacked the building most likely escaped."

"What, half of the documents were destroyed, and part of the thugs escaped!" As soon as Colin heard the bad news, his previous elegance and calm immediately disappeared. He stood up abruptly and shouted loudly.

"Damn it, how did those thugs get away?"

"I don't know. The New York police are still investigating. The detectives who have cooperated with the consortium for a long time speculate that they are very likely to sneak out among the staff who left the building before... There are too many people, and no one can fully monitor them .”

"I'll talk about the thugs later, now send me someone to count and salvage the paper documents in the building, and then gather those employees, and work overtime to get me the damaged customer information while their memory is still there. Write down the content of the file as much as possible, go!"

"Yes, Mr. Colin."

Chapter 80: Chapter 76 The Aftermath of Wall Street Events ([-])