Chapter 856

Blood!

The sight star knew it was the smell of blood.

The nerves of the whole body suddenly tightened, the quasi star's heart beat violently, and the blood poured into the brain.

This is not a good omen.

He used to hold his hands like his waist, but he couldn't touch the gun.

Suddenly found that he was no longer a mercenary in Africa, but in Rio de Janeiro and South America!

damn!

He cursed in his heart.

There was no light in the room, the curtains were drawn on the windows, and the light in the room was very dim.

He had reached the end of the stairs and could see the whole room as long as he turned the corner.

Click——

In the dark, he seemed to hear the familiar sound of a loaded bullet.

There are people in the house.

Although he didn't know what had happened, with his sensitive professional sense of smell, the collimator knew that something must have happened to som's family.

His mood was boiling like boiling water, but the mercenary's reason told himself that this was not a time for sadness. The sound of the loaded gun proved that someone was still in the house.

No matter who it is, he must take measures to deal with it.

But I don't have a gun. This is the most deadly place. Fortunately, the house is narrow enough. If I can fight with each other here, there is still a chance of winning.

As a child, the collimator fooled around in the underworld in Johannesburg and became a killer early.

His fighting skills are not weak. Although he has not received professional training, he is really street fighting honed from street fighting and actual combat. It is very practical.

Glancing around, he saw an old three-story refrigerator standing by the stairs. The top of the refrigerator was filled with sundries and a pair of scissors in a handmade bamboo basket.

not bad

He was delighted!

When fighting in the house, the power of scissors is no less than that of a butterfly knife.

He slowly stretched out his hand, took the scissors in his hand, and put his fingers through the grip.

Now, I have a weapon that can kill people in my hand.

There are five stairs in front. After walking, just turn left and you will see the situation in the house.

The collimation cat stoops down and lowers its height.

This has an advantage. If the enemy plans to ambush himself after the corner, his aiming position will generally be about the height of an adult. He will lower his posture. Even if others shoot, the first shot will be empty.

He tried to reduce the sound of his feet on the stair board and walked down slowly like a cheetah ready to attack and prey.

When we reached the penultimate staircase, a pair of shoes appeared in the sight of the collimator.

This is a pair of Nike shoes, worn on the foot of an adult, who is obviously lying on the ground.

The shoes are men's, which makes the collimator breathe a sigh of relief again.

He grabbed the shoulder strap of his backpack with one hand and slowly slid out of the backpack strap with the other hand holding the scissors.

Then he continued to take a step down. When his feet were on the penultimate stair board, the collimator threw the Magai's backpack forward with lightning speed.

In the dark, the backpack crossed the room like a dark shadow.

Poof——

Poof——

With two dull shots, two bullet holes appeared in Ma Gaixian's backpack.

The collimator also took the opportunity to hear that there were two in the room. One was about 11 o'clock in front of his left, about five meters away from him; The other gunman was closest to him, just behind the wall at the corner, no more than two meters.

The long-term underworld life and mercenary career have made the collimator proficient in attack and defense. It can be said that there are different muscle memories in every part of his body. When the danger approaches, he will naturally make the right response.

When the gun rang out, the sight star had jumped out.

When the gunman shoots at Magai's backpack, they must transfer the muzzle. It will take some time for them to transfer the muzzle back when they find themselves on the ground.

Maybe just a second, for a skilled shooter.

But one second is enough for the collimator.

The gunman behind the wall had been attracted by the Magai's backpack at this time. They quietly ambushed in the room, waiting for the sight star to appear, which hurt the killer. Unexpectedly, they hit a backpack.

In amazement, the gunmen felt something bad.

Before he could re aim at the stairs where the collimation was located, a dark shadow was in front of him.

In the past experience of collimation, it has fought with its opponents countless times, and this time is no exception.

For a gangster killer and an elite mercenary, killing is the old line.

The cold and sharp scissors separated, like a V-shaped fork, easily pierced the killer's chin behind the corner, then effortlessly crossed his jaw and nailed his tongue like a pork chop with a barbecue fork.

He couldn't even scream. The pain almost made the gunman faint.

The left hand of the collimator pressed the gunman's pistol with a silencer, put it firmly against the other party's chest and pulled the trigger continuously.

There were two more blood holes in the gunman's chest, and the blood splashed the collimator.

According to the consistent practice of the collimator, he can use this person as a human shield, grab a gun and shoot at another person.

However, when the blood splashed on the collimator's clothes and came into his sight, the collimator's eyes darkened and showed the situation when he was hit by a heavy machine gun bullet in the comolo sea area.

Just a stunned God, the fighter has missed.

The other gunman pulled the trigger directly towards his accomplice and the collimator regardless of the life and death of his accomplice.

The warhead penetrated the body in front of the collimator and hit him in the chest.

One person and one body fell to the ground at the same time.

The gunman on the opposite side seized the opportunity and saw the collimator fall to the ground. He hurried forward and continued shooting while walking, ready to end the collimator's life.

After all, he knew his opponent was not a vegetarian.

Before coming, according to the information provided by his boss, the guy in front of him has become a killer since he was a teenager. In his twenties, he became a mercenary and participated in dozens of battles, large and small. He is an experienced battlefield elite.

At the moment of life and death, quasar's strong will to survive played a role and pulled him out of that illusory memory.

A voice seemed to yell at the collimator in his mind: "shoot! Shoot! Or you'll die!"

The collimator gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit another gunman.

The other party screamed and fell down.

The collimator got up from the ground, saw the other party struggling to raise the muzzle again, and quickly shot him in the arm.

The gunman let out another scream and couldn't raise his hand any more.

The reason why he didn't kill him was that the collimator wanted to keep one alive.

There was no SOM in the room. He didn't know what had happened to som. Maybe he hadn't come home yet. Maybe there were other bad things happening to the small family.