Chapter 1071

This is a killing.

Because all the gangsters on the side of the road focused on the upstairs of the cafe opposite, they kept their backs to Connor. They didn't know that there was an evil star behind them.

Although Connor was very close to the two black hooligans and had no difficulty in killing them with his bare hands, he had to seize time now. Every minute and second was very precious, so he directly took out a sigsauer P226 pistol and shot one of the two unlucky guys.

Sigeshall's P226 pistol has always been the love of SAS and SBD players. There are almost no disadvantages except the price.

The two unlucky men had no room for resistance at all. They were too close. They blossomed directly in the middle of their eyebrows, and their bodies fell straight to the ground.

Connor quickly picked up the M1911 pistol in the hand of one of the hooligans, and then walked all the way, calling the names of the gangsters one by one.

To save ammunition and time, Connor shot every shot in the head.

A special forces Sergeant like him, who was born in SAS and carefully selected and trained by mi17, can shoot rapidly within 25 meters and hit 10-15 small circular targets with a diameter of 10cm in 5 seconds.

So he hardly missed. Only one of the gangsters heard that Qiang turned around and found Connor close and hid aside. The bullet directly pierced his right mandibular joint and lifted off half of his face.

The pain made him cry out in despair, and the man lay on the ground and crawled like a flustered maggot behind an iron cart.

It can be seen from this that there is a clear distinction between those who have received military training and those who have not received standard military training in dealing with emergencies.

The handcart is only a temporary stall cart with a length of 3 meters and a width of 1.5 meters made of about 1.5 mm tinplate (similar to the tin plate of cans) covered on an iron frame only 4 mm thick. The iron plate of this strength is not enough to stop the 9mm bullet with an initial speed of 350 meters and seconds fired by sigsauer P226 pistol.

Connor directly estimated where the guy was hiding behind the cart and fired three shots there.

The three pin shaped bullet hole diffusion surfaces cover every possible hiding place more effectively.

Connor carefully held the pistol to his chest, approached the cart, then jerked his head back and retracted.

In the scanning time of less than 0.3 seconds, he had seen that the unlucky man who had just been hit in the mandibular joint was hit by three penetrating bullets and had already been lying behind the cart and could not move.

Connor stooped, lowered his position and slowly wound behind the cart.

In this way, many trolleys around can cover their bodies, so as not to attract the attention and aiming of distant gangsters.

Kicked away the R4 automatic rifle in the other party's hand, Connor fired another shot at the guy's head, because he didn't know what part of the other party the bullet hit after penetrating the iron sheet. If it wasn't the key, it just made him faint. Once he woke up, he might be surprised and pose a threat to his life.

All this is done in complete flow. Connor's training has long been integrated into his blood and bones. Every tactical action is subconscious muscle and nerve memory.

Throw away the M1911 with empty magazine, replace the P226 with a new magazine and insert it back into the holster. Connor picked up the R4 assault rifle on the ground and found two magazines from the dead guy.

Now, fire is what Connor desperately needs.

But even so, Connor was hit back like a storm.

He attacked six or seven gangsters on the street, but attracted the attention of a large group of gangsters across the street, including two guards at the gate of the cafe.

For a moment, bullets rained at him.

Connor didn't even have a chance to fight back, because those carts were as useless as paper paste in front of 7.62 caliber automatic rifle bullets. He had to lie down and try to get close to the ground and climb behind a tourist rest bench made of granite and other stones on the street.

This facility left by the former rich area saved Connor's life. The thick stone is not so easy to be pierced, and the horizontal carts in front offset some of the impact of bullets. Connor has no life safety temporarily except that he feels that bullets swish over his head.

But it didn't happen that way.

Although the military literacy of gangsters is rubbish, they are better than many people. This street is their territory. Before the war, there were people in one street, including street stalls, chatting and even some bars.

Many people are powerful, and special forces are not immortals. Connor has no power to fight back, because as long as you risk exposing a little body, you may be hit by a lucky bullet.

"I'm trapped!" Connor called for help.

"I was resisted on the back stairs. There are estimated to be 3-5 gangsters!" when Hugo called, there were explosions and gunshots in the background. It seems that this guy is also very busy.

On the Chevrolet, Michelle had put on a tactical vest and picked up the mk18 automatic rifle.

Joyce said, "major, I'll go too."

"No!" Michelle didn't think about it, and immediately rejected Joyce's request: "George is responsible for satellite monitoring, you are responsible for driving, we may run for our lives at any time, you can't leave the driver's position!"

Joyce knew that major Michelle did not exaggerate, and that his people could run away at any time.

"Connor, hold on, I'll go and save you!" Michelle comforted Connor.

Qin Fei's voice suddenly came from the headset.

"Major, go and help Hugo. I'll take care of Connor."

"Damn it! How can I forget them!" Michelle was stunned. She suddenly patted her forehead and scolded herself.

She has always been the commander of this five person team and has formed a habit for a long time. Just now, she unexpectedly thought that there were two more non staff personnel in her team today, and she is also a first-class good player - a member of the top special forces of the PLA and a member of the delta force called the most mysterious and awesome by the USA.

"OK! You go and help Connor, I'll help Hugo. George, stare at the satellite monitoring, look around the buildings, and inform us if you find anything!"

“Yes，madam！”

……

In front of the cafe, two guards carried AK47 and kept firing at the opposite side.

In fact, they didn't see Connor, but their habit of street gunfight made them shoot as long as they had a little trouble, and as long as they saw the other party in a certain position, they would shoot there even if they couldn't see the exact position.

This is a psychological dependence on their own safety. If you shoot, you will feel safe. The more you can't see each other, the more safe you feel. The sound of the gun seems to be their reassurance.

This is the difference between the third and fourth rate characters who have received military training and those who have not received military training.

Suddenly, one of the guards saw two tramps in rags coming slowly from the street park. He was a little upset and cursed at the tramp: "die! Get out!"

With that, turning the muzzle of the gun was like teaching the two a little lesson.