Chapter 1070

"Hey, old man! Give me your money!"

The little black hooligan with the gun kept shaking his body, as if he had ADHD. The gun action looked like a layman - he was holding the gun obliquely.

This way of holding a gun is like the soldiers in most armed organizations such as Rebel militias in Africa. They like to hold the AK47 horizontally and shoot late. The bullets fly out. They don't rely on accuracy, but on luck.

In fact, he didn't know it at all. In the eyes of a special forces soldier, this damn action was like a piece of fat sent to the lion's mouth. If Connor wasn't performing the task, he might have slapped them and taught this indecent guy how to hold a gun.

From Qin Fei's point of view, black people's movements are always rhythmic. Robbing is like hip-hop dancing.

Now Qin Fei's biggest worry is that Connor can't help it. After all, he has been hit twice, and there is an M1911 pistol facing his head. No one knows whether the fool in front of him will suddenly go off and open a hole in his forehead.

It's not worth dying in the hands of such street gangsters. It's a shame for a special forces soldier.

However, Connor's own military quality and stable psychological control ability still didn't disappoint Qin Fei. He stretched out his hand and turned out his two trouser pockets. He didn't speak. He just made sign language with his hands and told the two boys that they didn't have what they wanted.

"It's a poor man!"

One of the hooligans was disappointed, but the other smiled. He saw the poor bottle of brandy next to Connor.

"Give me that! Wine! Wine!" the little rogue may feel that it seems unlucky to return empty handed. At least it's a little bit of everything. Although the bottle of wine seems to have been opened, maybe the dirty old tramp has drunk it, but it's also a good idea to have two mouthfuls of brandy early in the morning.

Bang——

While everyone's attention was still on Connor, there was a clear gunshot upstairs of the cafe.

"Falk!" Hugo, sitting behind the red building, reacted first and immediately whispered in his headphones, "major, there is a gunshot. Are we going in?"

"Don't worry! Wait!" Michelle quickly gave the order.

The two gangsters standing next to Connor at the corner across the street were also shocked by the gunshot and suddenly turned to look up at the cafe.

Another black hooligan also pulled out a pistol and pointed at the top of the cafe.

The scene began to get chaotic.

The blacks beside the mobile stalls on the street began to copy out a variety of weapons from under their carts, all kinds of automatic weapons, from R4 automatic rifles to AK47, and even American M3A1 submachine guns that are old enough to enter the museum also appeared in the hands of those gangsters.

Time goes by bit.

"Lao MI, something's wrong."

After a while, Qin Fei took out his pistol and put it in the hem of his clothes to cover it.

Something was vaguely wrong. About a minute had passed. I didn't see the Holy City Army leaving from the back stairs or the front door, nor did I see red escorted out.

Not good!

While Qin Fei was drawing the gun, Mister was almost doing the same thing. He drew out the Glock 18 pistol and immediately covered it with the newspaper he picked up and put it on his lap.

"Major, are we going to go up and have a look?" Qin Fei asked major Michelle on the channel.

He did not get the fastest answer, but a very brief silence.

Because Rhett said before that if he was forcibly taken away, please don't come up to check, because that's the performance of the Holy City Army.

If the heart is rushing up, if Rhett is not dead, but is developing as expected in the original plan, won't it turn the whole plan yellow?

Major Michelle is obviously caught in this dilemma. She doesn't know Rhett's life and death. All the monitoring equipment on this guy has been removed from the vault.

"Damn it!"

In the Chevy car, Michelle bent around like a restless lioness, swearing all the time.

She is under great pressure. A little mistake will lead to the failure of the task of setting out for two years.

Qin Fei stared at the Red Cafe and glanced up from the two gangsters downstairs who still didn't leave the guard position at the door

Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a figure shaking at the junction of the roof and the blue sky.

"Major! They're evacuating! They didn't go through the back door. They passed through the nearby building. There are other exits in this building besides the front door and back door and fire ladders! We're going to do it!"

Qin Fei's words surprised everyone, especially Michelle.

Now the situation seems to have changed. If they fall into the trap, they should escort Rhett away from the front or back door. After all, they have close ties with the gangs here. It can be said that this is their territory.

Now they ran to the building next door through an unknown secret Road, which proved that they knew that they would be blocked at both the front door and the back door.

They know division 17 is downstairs! That's why they choose to escape through the secret way!

No!

The plan has been completely leaked!

Michelle's head suddenly exploded and there was a brief blank.

"All the peripheral operation personnel immediately enter the building and cover alternately!" she said the last thing she wanted to say: "we're exposed!"

Hugo at the back door of the building immediately opened his ragged clothes and pulled out the MP7 submachine gun from the ragged shopping cart next to him.

A real tramp nearby was so frightened that he sat on the ground and moved back and forth, as if there was a beast standing next to him.

He may have been frightened. Just now he was sitting with himself. He looked weak and old. Moreover, the bloated guy suddenly became powerful and fierce. Now even a wolf can't stand his fist in front of him.

In fact, what he doesn't know is that the guy who looks a little fat in his forties is not that he is fat, but that he wears a tactical vest with bulletproof insert plate under his ragged clothes, which is filled with MP7 magazines.

This makes Hugo look like a puffy middle-aged man with theout a trace of the combat effectiveness.

The two hooligans at the opposite alley suddenly felt a strong murderous spirit coming from behind them, and a huge shadow flashed over their heads.

Both of them turned around. Connor was like a silent God of death standing behind him, opened his black robe and raised the sickle of killing!

"Bad..."

One of the hooligans opened his mouth and said the last word of his life.