Chapter 1087 Melee
The faint voice of speaking indicated that there were not many people here, as expected. ☆→☆→, and the information when Plath was there before has shown that this exit is in the basement of a drug dealer's villa. And because the basement was exposed in the United States, no one came to live in this villa. It was basically deserted. Occasionally, people came to trade or take drugs, and it became a paradise for small drug dealers.
Those faint voices of laughing and moaning from the woman indicated that a group of drug addicts were gathering here, and the real big drug lords would never gather in this exposed place again.
"Wait!" Plath said to Ennis behind him, and then pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun against the wooden board. Ennis also obeyed Plath's words at this time, and he really didn't move at all. This was a real life-and-death moment, and he still wouldn't let his own shortcomings kill him.
He himself is much worse than Plath in this respect. So now that once he is in danger, his arrogance will turn into caution, and his hands are almost sweating. He grabbed the submachine gun with both hands and squeezed it tightly in his arms. And lick some chapped lips with his tongue from time to time.
Slowly, the two stayed below for almost an hour, and finally there was a lot of movement inside, only people walking occasionally, and then there was silence. It was obvious that everyone here was tired from playing, even with the support of drugs, They are also tired. So Plath made a tactical gesture to Ennis.
"Three, two, one." Plath raised up three fingers, and then bent and pinched them tightly one by one. Suddenly, Plath pushed open a gap in the door panel. Then a flash bomb was thrown from the crack, and then a smoke bomb. This is a standard police offensive weapon.
"Boom!" The explosion of the flash bomb made people who were still awake suddenly unable to see clearly. There was also a "buzzing" sound in the ears, and then those who fell asleep were awakened. Before they could shout, they heard a dull sound of "boom", and then the smoke filled them.
"Police, damn it, the police are here!" Someone shouted loudly in the smoke, coughing continuously, and then heard a "bang" gunshot. Someone shot in the chaos.
After a gunshot, there was a sudden burst of gunfire. The gangsters and drug dealers in the room started shooting indiscriminately. Some were screaming, some were cursing loudly, and some were coughing continuously. Then they found A random shooting, wherever there is sound, there is the sound of shooting!
Know that everything is quiet. Only the occasional sound of sound. Plath nodded, then grabbed a Remington M870 Hi-Power shotgun with seven rounds from his side. He pointed the submachine gun down, then grabbed the shotgun and pointed it at the board. He also took a few steps back.
With a sound of "Boom--", the wooden board was shot through a big hole.
The entire plank was also lifted by the bullet. Plath took the lead and rushed a few steps. Just jumped out of the hole, and then saw a crooked person trying to stand up. Take a pistol and shoot him.
With a sound of "bang--", the shotgun fired, and the bullet hit the man's body. He was immediately retreated several meters by the huge impact force, and then lay on the ground, motionless. If you get shot in the body by this kind of bullet, you don't want to live. Those projectiles are enough to tear every part of the body. If it is shot in the arm or thigh, it can even be interrupted directly with a single shot. So that person is basically hopeless.
After killing that person, I looked in the room again, and it seemed that there was no one standing up anymore. Because of the chaos, the people here shot their own people directly in the chaos, and basically all of them died. The smoke dissipated, and seeing the corpses all over the room, Ennis couldn't help but nodded in admiration and said, "You're so powerful, you saved us a lot of trouble by letting them kill each other with a little trick."
"Check to see if anyone is still alive!" Plath walked towards the bathroom and the balcony. Obviously, if there are still people there, they will definitely not die in the melee, and maybe they will lurk and wait for him When you are careless, give yourself a shot, Plath doesn't want to do that.
He cautiously looked towards the toilet, but there was no one, and then went to the balcony to look, still no one. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot, which startled him, and he couldn't help wanting to go over there angrily. This damned idiot gave him a headache. Could it be that he couldn't use it? Dagger?
Just as he was passing the kitchen, suddenly a man flashed out of the kitchen and pointed a pistol at him. His footsteps stopped involuntarily. If he wanted to move again, he would definitely be shot to death by that man. Because he could see that that person was definitely not an idiot, but rather a ruthless person.
It is not surprising that there are one or two such people hidden among the gangsters, because everyone does not achieve success overnight, and those big drug lords also started from small drug dealers. It's just that they often excel. Now this man must be such a man. Being able to survive the melee must have his reasons.
"Okay, I lost!" Plath slowly raised his hands, turned around, and then looked at the man who pointed a pistol at him, young, with fierce eyes, silent, not easy to speak Expose your heart. Such a person has already begun to have the potential to become a drug lord.
"I can put the gun down!" Plath felt that he wanted to gain enough trust from this man, so he let go, and the shotgun fell to the ground. Ran Ou slowly put down the submachine gun on his shoulder, and then took off the pistol in the holster tied to his thigh, and threw it on the ground.
"Can we talk now?" Plath looked at the silent young man holding a pistol, and said every word, "I have a big business to cooperate with the people here, you know I am American!"
"But...he's from the Middle East!" The young man said softly, referring to Ennis who was still checking for survivors in the basement, "Speak, what do you want?"
"We don't want anything, we just want to find a channel, and then introduce a big business!" Plath said as exaggeratedly as possible, trying to arouse the young man's ambition, "I can choose to be with you. Big deal and you could be another big boss!"
"Sounds very tempting!" The young man suddenly smiled slightly. This kind of smile made Plath extremely alert. He immediately realized that this young man didn't believe the lies he made up at all, and wanted to After killing himself, he jumped up suddenly, took out a pistol from his back, and aimed a shot at the young man.
With a "bang", the gun hit the young man's shoulder, but not the shoulder holding the gun. Although it was bad, Plath had to bite the bullet and fired a few more shots in a row, "bang bang bang" Amidst the gunfire, the young man was pushed back again and again by the impact of the bullet, and finally sat down on the ground with blood pouring out of his mouth and body.
Unexpectedly, the young man was shot by Plath and died. After hearing the gunshot, Ennis also rushed up from the basement, and the gangsters in the basement were all dead. Seeing Plath wiping the sweat off his face, he couldn't help but nodded and said, "Did you kill two?"
"Yes, I was almost killed by them!" Plath breathed a sigh of relief, and then motioned to Ennis. The two of them checked the place again until they were sure that there was no one left alive. After sitting down and resting for a while, looking tired, the two checked their equipment again.
"Let's go. Get out of here. I don't want to stay in such a place. The smell of blood is too heavy!" Ennis was a little distracted by the corpses and the smell of blood here. He packed his things and prepared to leave. He turned back to greet Plath, "Are we considered to have made a contribution to the US government?"
"No, it's the Mexican government!" Plath replied as he walked, but he stopped suddenly after walking a few steps, then turned around and walked back.
This move made Ennis a little puzzled, so he said loudly: "Hey, what's the matter with you? What are you doing back home?"
Plath ignored him, but walked up to the young man who was shot to death by himself, squatted down, looked at the young man's face carefully, feeling very strange, and looked at the young man's hand , very clean, but very powerful arms. Finally he took the pistol from the young man's hand.
He pulled out the magazine, looked at it, reloaded it, put the muzzle of the gun against the young man's body, hugged the muzzle with a piece of ragged clothes, pulled the trigger, and heard a "bang bang bang" There was a dull gunshot, and Plath emptied the bullets, and then threw the pistol next to the young man's body.
"What do you want to do? A dead man, and you still shoot him? Do you have a grudge against him?" Ennis also followed, looking at Plath very puzzled, only to see him frowning, as if there was something wrong with him. What can't be imagined. Then he started walking out the door. The cars driven by these punks at the gate are all parked in the ping.
"Let's go, we can get out of here now!" Plath got into the car with a cold face, started the car, and after calling Ennis to get on the car, he kicked the accelerator decisively, and the car sped away without doing anything stay.
Until the car disappeared on the road outside the villa, at this time a figure slowly appeared in the night. He looked at the disappearing car, smiled slightly, and left after him without making a sound.
Today he watched a wonderful shootout and participated in a wonderful performance. He is already very satisfied, and everything is proceeding according to his plan. It's time to go to town and see the aspiring painter. (To be continued..) u