Chapter 31 Fierce Battle in the Hall

The first group of mafia rushing down, unprepared, took a wave of bullets from the front, and several lay down as soon as they met.

The rest of the people hurriedly squatted down and hid behind the handrail of the stairs. The gorgeous and sturdy marble railings blocked part of the bullets for them.

But from time to time, people were hit by bullets shot in the gaps, and the Mafia was completely suppressed there, unable to lift their heads for a while, unable to fight back.

But soon, waves of mafia ran down from the second floor and attacked Chen Mo and the others using the stairs as cover.

Although Howard and his team kept killing emerging enemies, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. They each hid behind the cover and fought fiercely with the Mafia on the opposite side.

Xu Shi was on the rise, and Howard, who was afraid of death, actually moved out from behind Chen Mo, stood in the field carelessly, and shot at the stairs again and again, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Everyone hid behind the bunker to shoot, and Howard, who suddenly appeared, attracted the attention of several mafia parties. A strong man with a double-barreled shotgun saw this and immediately moved the muzzle to point at Howard.

With a sound of "Boom!", a burst of fire burst out from the muzzle, and the dozen lead bullets loaded in the No. 20 shotgun were scattered into a small piece, hitting Howard's chest and abdomen, and the huge impact sent him flying. go out.

Howard, who fell to the ground, grinned for a while. The moment he was hit by the shot just now, he felt like he had been punched more than a dozen times at the same time, and his bones hurt.

Before he could sigh about the powerful defensive power of the bulletproof armor, Howard rolled several times in a row and hid behind a pile of sofas. The solid wood was strong enough to withstand the attacks of these small-caliber bullets.

The brawny man who hit Howard just now widened his eyes and looked at Howard who seemed to be nothing. He wondered if he had filled the wrong rubber bullet just now. his head.

More and more gunmen rushed down from the second floor, and everyone in the martial arts hall was gradually suppressed. They could only hide behind bunkers such as corners and pillars, and stuck their heads out to fight back when the firepower weakened.

In fact, with Chen Mo's strength, one person can quickly kill all these gunmen, but he hides in the corner of the hall and rarely shoots.

Most of Chen Mo's attention is on Albert and the others. When they stick their heads out from behind the cover and are exposed to the opposite fire, Chen Mo will pay close attention to each other's muzzle pointing. When aiming, Chen Mo's bullet will take the lead and kill the threatening shooter directly.

As for the Howard shot? As long as it's not an attack on the head, a non-fatal attack on Chen Mo doesn't matter.

He is not in a hurry to end the battle. It is rare for everyone in the martial arts hall to have the opportunity to participate in the actual battle. It is just this opportunity to exercise them well. The battle with real guns and live ammunition is the fastest way to grow.

With Chen Mo's secret care, although several people were pressed and beaten by the opposite side, their lives were not in danger. Occasionally, bullets hit them, but they just felt like they were punched, but the place where they were shot was unscathed.

And their marksmanship is not weak. Although they are suppressed by the dense bullets on the opposite side, the firepower of the attack has been weakened a lot, but they are still killing the enemies upstairs. , gradually filled with the bodies of mafia members who had been shot and died.

Fewer and fewer people rushed downstairs, but more and more people were killed. Mafia gunmen faced these small but powerful enemies, although they still occupied the number of people. The advantage, the momentum is gradually weakened.

In such a fierce gun battle, one side suffered heavy casualties, while the other side had no casualties. Feeling the gradual decrease of the companions around him, the remaining people could not help but feel fearful, and the firepower also weakened.

Huang Quan hid behind a thick marble column and quickly changed the magazines.

In the fierce battle just now, with his sharp reflexes and precise marksmanship, he killed at least five enemies.

After changing the magazine, Huang Quan keenly felt that the bullets hitting the marble column behind him were obviously much sparser. Without wasting this opportunity, Huang Quan immediately stepped out, aiming his gun at the enemy on the opposite stairs with both hands, and quickly pulled the trigger. .

The first bullet hit the marble handrail of the stairs, cracking a gap in the smooth ornate marble.

The second bullet that followed passed through the gap between the armrests and shot into the chest of a mafia hiding behind.

After two shots to kill an enemy, Huang Quan immediately dodged and hid behind the marble pillar again, followed by a dense burst of bullets, sending the stone chips from the stone pillar flying.

Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen didn't sit idle either. They also seized the opportunity of the opponent's weakened firepower and shot a burst of fire, each killing an enemy.

On the contrary, Old Albert's performance was a bit eye-catching. He originally hid at the corner of the wall on one side of the hall, leaning against the wall, holding a pistol in each hand by his ear, and his elegant and calm face had a ruthless murderous look.

Taking advantage of the gap between the weakening firepower, he turned around and dodged, his hands stretched forward with the rotation of his body, his sharp eyes firmly locked on the enemy on the opposite stairs, and the two pistols were fired almost simultaneously. Under the impetus of gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the barrel of the gun in no particular order, spinning at a high speed and shot towards the stairs.

On the stairs, two mafia men were standing in front of the handrail, holding two Thompson submachine guns, pouring bullets down with ruthless expressions.

"Pfft! Pfft!" The sound of two bullets piercing into the flesh sounded, and the two of them splattered blood on their chests, groaned, and fell to the ground.

Albert's gun-wielding hands kept swinging, constantly aiming and firing, and at the same time, he kept his feet and quickly moved to the marble column on one side.

Albert can be said to have the best marksmanship among the crowd except Chen Mo. With the double gun fired, the opposite Mafia fell one after another, and the opponent's counterattack hit him, but it only made his figure slightly smaller. A stagnation.

When he hid behind the stone pillar again, the bullets in the gun just shot out.

With a strong figure and a calm bearing, Chen Mo, who has always been paying attention to the battlefield, nods secretly. He can't help but think of the old agent Harry, who is a skilled and elegant gentleman in "Ace Agent".

As for Howard, who was belligerent but afraid of death, he hid behind a pile of thick solid wood sofas and shot upward through the gap. He chose a tricky place, and it was difficult for the gunman on the opposite stairs to target him. Hiding there, shooting with excitement on his face, he killed no less enemies than old Albert.

A mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard, who was hiding behind the sofa, and quietly raised his gun at him.

And Howard, who thought he was hiding well, didn't notice this, and was still shooting with a gun.