Chapter 412 The Poor Boy’s Father-in-Law Is Energetic

Alvin was stunned when faced with this situation. Let's have a shootout. Isn't it a bit too much for you to resort to RPG at every turn?

Faced with a sudden attack from the side at close range, the chasing gunmen paused briefly, and then started firing violently at the cafe.

There is also a group of people trying to get close to the cafe and kill everyone here. Their target is the battery, but if there are enemies behind them, can they take it away alive even if they get the battery?

So the cafe has also become a target.

Alvin glanced at Fox, took out the M500 from his waist, and said with a smile: "Look, I just said these agents are very unreliable. I think we still have to use our Hell's Kitchen method."

As he spoke, Alvin smiled at Old Bud and said, "Let's go out and kill them. You guard this place and don't let them break in."

Old Bud laughed, his Mexican-style mustache curling up in laughter, and said: "No problem, this is my responsibility. Our gang also has a sense of social responsibility, you said so! Haha!"

Alvin laughed and slapped Old Bud on the shoulder and said, "That's right! I like you like this. It makes me feel like we are all fucking human."

As he spoke, Alvin shouted to the big gold-toothed Pluto: "Ask your people to help, and call me some doctors by the way. I want serious doctors."

Pluto grinned with big gold teeth and held an automatic rifle in his hand. He shook the phone proudly and shouted, "No problem! All the doctors here are serious."

As he said this, Pluto glanced at the unlucky bruised wounded in the cafe and said with a smile: "They are all small problems, I can solve them!"

Alvin nodded with satisfaction. This is what Hell's Kitchen should be like. We are all bad guys, but we still have a bottom line.

Glancing at Fox, who was already a little impatient, Alvin shook his head with a smile, pressed the headset and said: "Frank, we are going out. You are responsible for covering Ethan Hunter and grabbing the battery. We have to end this damn thing." gunfight."

Frank, who was hiding in an alley, glanced cautiously at the roof of a residential building in Brooklyn in the distance and said, "Those bald heads have an accomplice who is a powerful master.

I will hold him back, Ethan Hunter, can you? "

Ethan Hunter, who didn't know when he sneaked upstairs next to the bald men in suits, looked at that moment and found the battery from the man in gray. They are preparing to retreat under the cover of their accomplices.

After glancing at the residential building in the distance, Ethan Hunt grabbed the collar of the combat uniform he was wearing, gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, I'll start on the count of three!"

As soon as Ethan Hunter finished speaking, Alvin's voice came from the radio, "Three~~"

Alvin and Fox, wearing the same black suit and Ray-Ban gold tactical eyes, burst out of the cafe at the same time.

Alvin was in front, facing many gunmen, holding an M500 in his hand and imitating the cool look of the agents in the movie. Behind him, Fox fired rapidly with two brand-new modified 1911s.

The gunmen never imagined that someone would dare to break out and attack them at this time, and Fox's shooting skills were indeed amazing. Both of her guns used extended magazines, with a total of twenty rounds of bullets, killing seventeen or eight people.

Faced with Fox's amazing marksmanship, the gunmen unanimously chose to hide themselves first, and the gun battle on the field immediately came to a halt.

Alvin held up the M500 in his hand and walked quickly towards a broken pickup truck, shouting in gibberish loudly: "We are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you have been surrounded. Hurry up, put down your weapons and surrender. .It is our policy to treat prisoners favorably."

Facing Fox's incredible marksmanship and a sniper far away on the opposite side, the gunmen were like rats in a bellows, and some didn't know what to do.

Alvin quickly rushed to the cab of the pickup truck and opened the cab. Inside was an old couple who had been frightened. The white-haired old man was bending over and holding his elderly wife in his arms. Inside, he was still mumbling a few words of prayer.

Alvin pressed his back against the open car door, patted the white-haired old man on the shoulder, and shouted: "Get up, old man, now is the time for you to run for your lives."

The white-haired old man raised his head, saw Alvin who was smiling at him, and suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"

The white-haired old man grabbed Alvin's clothes with one hand, trying to make him bend down, because he saw a gunman holding an automatic rifle in his hand and was about to shoot at him.

Alvin glanced back, pressed the old man's neck nonchalantly, and pulled him under the car. Their unlucky pickup truck would definitely not be able to block the automatic rifle fire.

Fox reacted very quickly and fired in an attempt to knock down the other gunman, but someone was faster than her. A bullet from a residential building far away on the opposite side penetrated the gunman's head.

Alvin was stunned for a moment, and while pulling the old man out of the car, he looked back. The tactical glasses automatically focused, allowing Alvin to see a handsome bald man in a suit squatting half-crouched on the edge of a residential building, holding a sniper rifle aimed at him.

Knowing that the other party could see him, Alvin gave him a thumbs up and signaled. He decided that although this handsome bald man should be an enemy, he would just break his legs if he touched him.

He watched impatiently as the old man pulled his wife to slowly climb out of the car, and carefully adjusted the brooch on her chest.

Alvin shook his head and said: "Old man, you must be a lover. Unfortunately, most lovers are poor people and have a fierce father-in-law."

The white-haired old man bent his body, hugged his wife, smiled at Alvin, and said: "Our role is to keep my father-in-law active. He is now over ninety and can still make me look bad with a Remington. This is all my credit!”

Alvin shook his head and sighed and glanced at the optimistic old man. He pulled the door of the pickup truck with his right hand and pulled the door down with a strong tug.

After taking a look at the optimistic old man and his wife, Alvin held up the car door and said with a smile: "Be careful and stay in line with me. I think your old father-in-law can live a few more years. Haha!" "

The white-haired old man looked up at Alvin, smiled and said, "Thank you, young man!"

Alvin smiled and said to Fox: "Beauty, please cover us. This old man is very interesting. It would be a pity to die."

Fox leaned against the pickup truck, replaced a new magazine on his gun, and glanced at the loving old couple. She raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "If little Ginny finds a poor boy like this in the future, what will you do?"

Alvin's eyebrows stood up after hearing this. He glared at the old man who had just looked at him very well, and said unhappily: "I will break his legs~~"

As he spoke, Alvin held up the car door and shouted to the old man: "Follow closely, old man, don't get beaten to death!"

Fox showed a bright smile on his face, blew a kiss to Alvin, and then stood beside Alvin with a cold face, holding both guns, and covered the old couple with him, and retreated towards the cafe together.

The anxious gunmen suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the bald men in suits opposite. A handsome man wearing a black jacket, jeans, and height-increasing shoes suddenly jumped down from the third floor on the side and rushed to the bald men in suits.

The gunmen couldn't wait any longer. Dozens of gunmen who were not affiliated with each other stood up and started shooting at Alvin in tacit understanding. It seemed that their mission today would be absolutely impossible to complete unless they solved it.

Alvin noticed the movements of the gunmen and calmly pressed the bodies of the old man and his wife down, speeding up their retreat. Fox's two pistols also began to spit flames, trying to suppress the gunmen.

Alvin felt a little irritated and felt his body shake twice. The unlucky gunman opposite him fell to the ground softly after a shock.

Glancing at the white-haired old man who was clearly shaking badly and still hugging his wife desperately, Alvin shouted in the direction of the cafe: "Don't be stunned, fuck them!"

As Alvin shouted from the second-floor window of the cafe, three RPGs were fired again, blowing up several vehicles and a group of gunmen.

Wearing a pair of fucking jeans that might fall off at any time, Pluto rushed out of the cafe with his shirtless body armed with an M249 machine gun and started shooting wildly.

An unlucky little brother, with a bullet chain wrapped around his body, was fearfully providing bullets to his boss.

A group of gunmen were going crazy. They were driven everywhere by Pluto's machine gun bullets. It's useless to hide behind a car. Ordinary cars can't block machine gun fire.

What exactly happened here? I just want to grab a battery and pass by.

Why would someone with an RPG and a machine gun come to greet me? This is New York, not Iraq!

That lunatic was about to destroy the street in just half a minute!

Alvin and Fox covered the old couple and rushed into the cafe. As soon as they entered the door, they heard old Bud yelling at Pluto, "You son of a bitch drug dealer, you are better than that gang." The damage caused by people is still huge. I will send you the bill~~"

As he spoke, Old Bud whipped the boy next to him who was covered in pictures, "Is there shit in your fucking head? Why did you give that bastard the machine gun?"

Isn't it good to use an RPG to blow up those sons of bitches? How can we do business tomorrow when the streets are full of bullet holes? "

Alvin looked at the surprised white-haired old man and said with a smile: "You just stay here, it should be safe here."

The white-haired old man finally dared to help his wife stand up straight. He looked at the group of vicious gangsters around him with some surprise. He carefully took Alvin's arm and said, "Why do I think it will be better outside?" a little."

Alvin laughed, glanced at the old man who seemed to have become less pleasing to his eyes, pulled a boy next to him who was covered in pictures, and said: "Bring this old guy a cup of coffee, the most expensive one!"