Chapter 635 Flying

Chapter 635 Flying

Chapter 635 Flying

If the vehicles coming are from law enforcement agencies, then it's fine. But if they are civilian vehicles without any markings, then there's nothing to say, just be prepared to meet the enemy.

Taking action is much easier than using the brain. Gao Yi is not afraid at all. Instead, he becomes excited.

There were police, Secret Service, and CIA personnel outside, but all of them watched helplessly as a convoy suddenly rushed over, stopped in front of the Compaq Building, and then blatantly began to gather in front of the Compaq Building.

Jolson pointed at the men and yelled, "Stop them!"

No one paid any attention to Jolson. The Secret Service agents who came with Jolson lowered their heads silently, turning a blind eye to what was happening in front of them.

Qiao Ersen took a deep breath, took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and said in a trembling voice: "Since you are like this, don't blame me for being rude! I don't care!"

No one paid any attention to Jolson. Jolson took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and yelled into it, "Come here! Come here! Unlimited fire, no limits!"

Jolson was yelling at the top of his lungs, and at this moment it looked more like impotent rage.

There were about forty people who came. Some of them pointed their guns at the Compaq Building, while others lazily stood there with their guns held still, acting like masters. There were only about forty people in total, but they were divided into at least five groups, which could be seen from their positions.

They were not in a hurry to complete the siege of Compaq Building, nor were they in a hurry to launch an attack. Instead, after gathering at the door of Compaq Building, they all looked at one of the middle-aged men in his fifties.

"The bounty is divided into three parts. Whoever gets Little Andyke gets 25% alone. Whoever kills the gardener gets 20% alone. The remaining 55% is divided equally among everyone. However, those who have not taken any action from the beginning to the end are not eligible to participate in the distribution. Let's begin!"

This is someone taking the lead and completing the distribution of the bounty.

The leader said start, but no one moved.

The leader was stunned for a moment, then he raised his right hand, swung it violently, and shouted, "Start the attack!"

An embarrassing scene occurred, but still no one moved.

There was a group of people who looked quite cool, just five of them, wearing tactical uniforms, tactical boots, helmets, and heavy bulletproof vests. One of the leaders had a cigar in his mouth and held a HK416 rifle in his hand, looking like he looked down on all of you.

But after the leader stared at him, waved his arms, and shouted to start the attack, the man with the cigar turned his head to the side, avoiding the leader's gaze.

"Whoever attacks first will get 5% of the bounty!"

Jolson had finished calling out. He pointed at the leader from a distance and shouted, "I know you, McColkin! I know you! You're done. I promise you, you're dead!"

After coughing twice, the leader swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Everyone, we only have five minutes at most. If you all want to wait for others to take advantage of us first, then all of us will die here."

No one spoke, no one moved.

McCorkin was anxious. He shouted, "The first one to attack will get 15% of the bounty!"

Sixty percent of the bounty has already been paid out. If they don't catch Little Andek, don't catch or kill Gao Yi, and aren't the first to launch an attack, then these people who risked their lives to do this big deal can only get money from the remaining 40% of the bounty.

However, the bounty for the first person to launch an attack has been raised to 15%, but still no one has taken action.

"That's the gardener in there."

I don't know who muttered in a low voice.

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree. Now that we know what we are doing here, we naturally need to know something about the name of the gardener.

This is a high-end game. Ordinary people cannot participate in it, and those who can participate are not ordinary people.

This is where the problem lies. If you find a team of rookies who know nothing, they may rush in on impulse. But since they are all veterans with a long reputation, naturally no one will be so stupid as to risk their own life to pave the way for others.

McColkin looked visibly desperate. More than a minute had passed, but they still hadn't taken any action.

"Thirty percent! Whoever gets in first will get thirty percent! Anyone have any objections?"

McColkin shouted, and after he shouted 30%, it was obvious that some people began to get restless.

"Forty percent! Fuck! You bastards! If you don't move, I'll increase the amount until you have no money left to share!"

McColkin's words seemed a bit contradictory, but after he shouted out 40%, the five-member group that had been pretending to be cool suddenly moved.

"Let's go!"

With a loud shout and an announcement that they would get the reward for the first attack, they threw the cigar in their mouths to the ground, twisted it with their foot, waved their hands, and the five of them immediately rushed towards the Compaq Building.

The first person to launch an attack will get 40% of the total bounty. As long as you break in, it doesn't matter whether you can capture or kill the target. As long as you get through the gate, you can keep 40% alone. This deal can definitely be done.

Someone next to me has already regretted it.

I still can’t handle all the wealth, and I still don’t have the courage.

McCorkin breathed a sigh of relief. This was the situation now. As long as someone took the lead, everything else would be easy. Everyone was risking their careers, planning to do this last job, relying on the temptation of earning enough for retirement money at once, and making the decision to die here. As long as the fight started, the rest would not be a problem.

"The first attack was carried out by the Red Wing Mercenaries!"

McCorkin immediately spoke out loudly. He had to say it. Although speaking out would reveal his identity, it was impossible to hide his identity at this point. Therefore, it was more important to confirm the identity of the first attacker and everyone had to admit it.

There are only five people in the Red Wing Mercenary Group. Their tactical moves are very skilled, but to be honest, their tactical moves are all the same. After fighting so many battles, they actually have a fixed process and actions, and you can't tell much just by looking at the moves.

The key is momentum, the kind of momentum that is not afraid of life or death, and is determined to move forward.

Four people are covering on both sides, and one person is rushing in under the fire. At this time, slow action is impossible. Normal tactics, such as fire cover on both sides, would suppress the fire inside first, and then someone would forcefully rush in, risking casualties to complete the most critical step of breaking the door.

Shooting from both sides, breaking into the middle, fighting each other, in fact, it all depends on the first strike, and the victory or defeat is basically decided at the beginning of this confrontation.

The moment they broke through the glass door, there was a loud bang inside the Compaq Building. The glass door exploded, and the leader of the Red Wing Mercenaries fell back and lay on the ground.

The whole face was beaten to pieces. It wasn't just a bloody mess, but the part of the face that was missing was gone.

There was no screaming, no shouting. As gunshots rang out inside the Compaq Building, people on both sides turned around at the same time and started shooting into the hall.

Gunfire rang out from both sides in a dense rhythm, both trying to ensure accuracy while pursuing maximum firing rate. The two men turned around, opened fire, fired less than ten bullets, and then fell together outside the automatic glass door of the Compaq Building.

The glass was broken, but the goal line was not crossed.

There were five people, and three of them died right at the beginning.

The remaining two people have already crossed the goal line. The others know that they cannot miss this opportunity, and more people are ready to attack later.

They were not in the same group, but everyone knew that if they didn't seize this opportunity, they would have to sacrifice several lives if they wanted to rush in again. Since the Red Wing Mercenaries had sacrificed three lives to open the door, they had to keep up even if they couldn't make the first attack.

At least there was a reward for capturing little Andyck and killing the gardener.

Then, accompanied by the sound of gunshots, the fourth member of the Red Wing Mercenary Group fell down at the moment of turning around, and he was ultimately unable to cross the goal line.

But the man with the cigar rushed over, crossed the goal line and entered the Compaq Building.

Then, a figure flew out backwards.

With his limbs facing forward and his body leaning backward, his gun fell off and a huge man flew out.

It really flew out. It is not an adjective, but a verb.

The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group flew backwards at least four meters. Weighing 160 to 170 kilograms, plus a bulletproof vest, guns and ammunition, the strong man weighed at least 200 kilograms and flew backwards like that.

Then fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were blurry and his whole face was distorted. After falling to the ground, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group twisted in pain twice, supported himself with his left hand, raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at the glass door of the Compaq Building that was missing glass, opened his mouth to speak, but blood mixed with meat fragments and bubbles began to spurt out.

The bulletproof plate temporarily saved his life, but only temporarily.

No one moved. Everyone was looking at the person lying on the ground with horror. McColkin opened his mouth wide. He wanted to say something, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat and no sound came out.

I have seen people blown away by bombs, and many people shattered by bullets, but there was no explosion inside, not even the explosion of a grenade.

It is common knowledge that the power of a grenade explosion is not enough to blow a person away.

So the question is, how does a person achieve upside down flight?

After all, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenaries doesn't really have a pair of wings.

"Goo...Goo...Uh..."

Pointing at the door of Compaq Building with one hand, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenaries wanted to say something. He tried very hard, but he couldn't even utter a complete syllable.

McColkin said in a voice so vague that even he could hardly distinguish it: "What do you want to say?"

"Uh... ah... ah..."

The hand that was supporting the ground loosened, the hand pointing at the door fell, and the head that had been raised with great effort fell to the ground. The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and was completely silent.

The person who had mustered up the courage to break in just now retreated very far, at least five meters away from the gate.

McCorkin looked at the gate, and without hesitation he said with great determination, "Whoever can get in will get half!"

(End of this chapter)