Chapter 747 Upward

"There were less than five people, but I killed fifteen people. Are you going to tell me that they are the Green Hornet?"

"It's possible. Well, Frank, I mean, there's a possibility of a Green Hornet!"

"..."

Frank D'Amico was silent for a while.

"Where are they now?"

"They are divided into two parts. One takes the stairs and the other takes the elevator. The one taking the elevator should be almost there, and the one taking the stairs should still be below the fifth floor," Joe said.

Frank D'Amico took a deep breath.

"Order to go down, let all of them retreat to the 27th and 28th floors, and give up all the floors below!"

"Frank, those floors below hide a lot of our things, if..."

"Joe, they're after me, they don't care about those things."

Frank D'Amico waved his hand, his eyes were cold.

"Hmph, coming towards me? Since they dare to come, then I will let them come and go!"

"Yes! I see!"

"and also······"

Frank D'Amico hesitated.

"After giving the order later, you take Chris..."

"Frank, this..."

Joe shuddered.

"There are less than five of them, there is no need to go this far, right?"

"It's just a precaution. It may not come to this point. Time is running out, so hurry up and do it."

Frank D'Amico waved.

Joe hesitated.

"it is good."

He backed off.

Looking at the back of Joe leaving, Frank D'Amico breathed a sigh of relief.

What he didn't tell Joe was that he felt an unprecedented uneasiness at this moment.

It was as if there was a huge mouth of an abyss lying in front of him, and if he made a slight mistake, his body would be smashed to pieces and he would never recover.

He had a vague feeling that this time, he might face a life-and-death challenge.

Having been in the underworld for many years, Frank D'Amico has been very open about life and death.

The only thing he still can't let go of is his son.

Although his son is very cheating, it is his only blood after all.

"Hopefully it doesn't end there."

There was a gleam of tenderness in Frank D'Amico's eyes, which quickly turned cold again.

"Hmph! If you want to kill me, Frank D'Amico, it's up to you to afford it!"

He walked to a bookshelf and pressed a button lightly.

Click!

The bookshelf moves away automatically.

Rows of heavy weapons appeared on the wall behind the bookshelf.

It was at this time.

bang bang bang!

Da da da!

Gunshots came.

······

Fang Mu walked in the stairwell.

His speed is extremely fast, it takes less than three seconds to cross a flight of stairs in three steps.

The Damico Group building has a total of 28 floors. Except for the 15 security personnel on the first floor, the number of security personnel on the remaining floors is actually very small.

The group of people he met when he went upstairs just now were actually only seven people.

This is because it is close to the first floor. In order to facilitate the support of the first floor, there are only seven people guarding it, and the rest of the floors have fewer people.

Seven thugs armed with guns are naturally an extremely powerful force for ordinary people, but for Fang Mu, who is LV 5 in the gun fighting technique,

That's seven shots.

Snapped!

A clip ejected.

Fang Mu flicked his sleeve, and a full magazine flew out, with a click, seamlessly connecting.

He is now using an Italian Beretta 92F 9mm pistol, also known as the M9, with a magazine capacity of fifteen rounds.

He fired a total of fifteen rounds just now, just finishing one clip.

Fang Mu casually picked up a pistol from the ground. It was a Colt M1911A1 with a capacity of seven rounds.

M9 is the current Mie military pistol, and M1911A1 is the Mie military pistol ten years ago.

With two guns in hand, Fang Mu continued to walk upwards.

third floor.

Compared with the second floor, there are fewer security personnel on the third floor, only five people.

Fang Mu's speed was too fast, he appeared just as the five people reached the stairs.

Both sides encounter.

The result needless to say.

After five shots, the five received their lunch boxes.

It's a pity that the level of these people is too low, the highest is only ordinary LV·6, and they can no longer provide fate points to Fang Mu, who is now ordinary LV·9.

The security personnel on the second and third floors, together, probably delayed Fang Mu by about five seconds.

Fang Mu increased his speed, and he reached the fourth floor in just two seconds.

There are very few people on the fourth floor, only two people.

Fang Mu casually fired two shots while going upstairs.

Gun fighting technique LV·5, character level normal LV·9.

Combining the two, even he himself doesn't know how strong the marksmanship he can display now.

Fang Mu only knew that within a radius of 50 meters, under any circumstances, he could blow the enemy's head off with a single shot from his pistol.

This is not to say that his shooting range is only fifty meters, but because the effective range of the pistol is only fifty meters.

fifth floor.

There are no security personnel.

Or the security guards haven't arrived yet.

The Damico Group building has a total of 28 floors, and not every floor is filled with security personnel. The Damico Group is a timber company.

Well, while this is a joke in Hell's Kitchen, it's really a lumber company.

D'Amico Group not only monopolized the timber market in Hell's Kitchen North District, Frank D'Amico also entered the timber market in the other three districts in a special way.

This is not a small market. Although it is incomparable with his 'side industry', in order to maintain this market, there are also many regular employees in the Damico Group building.

The security personnel are just a part of these regular employees who are not regular.

The past few days have been a bit special. Frank D'Amico has already dismissed the regular employees in the building, and now only the less formal parts are left in the building, so it seems a little less.

sixth floor.

Still nobody.

Fang Mu didn't care, and continued to move forward.

seventh floor.

······

Twenty-seventh floor.

A group of security personnel held guns and formed a semicircle, staring closely at the elevator in front of them.

Above the elevator door, a display flickered.

20!

twenty one!

twenty two!

Each time it flashes, the number will increase by one.

"Coming!"

The security leader raised one hand and made a gesture of preparing to shoot.

Everyone held their breath.

His finger hooked lightly on the trigger.

twenty three!

twenty four!

It's getting closer.

The breathing of the people present has been suppressed, but the heartbeat of the other party can still be heard.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Only the third floor remains.

At the speed of the elevator, the last third floor doesn't even take three seconds.

The most critical moment is coming soon.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it.

The numbers on the display flashed again.

25!

Ding!