If the car from the law enforcement unit comes, it would be fine. If the car comes all civilian vehicles without any signs, then it goes without saying that, prepare to face the enemy.

It is much easier to use your hands than to use your brain. Not only is Gao Yi not afraid, he began to be excited.

Outside were policemen, secret service personnel, and CIA personnel, but all of these people watched a convoy suddenly rushed over, parked at the entrance of the Compaq Building, and then blatantly began to assemble at the entrance of the Compaq Building.

Joelson pointed at the people and shouted, "Stop them!"

No one paid attention to Joelson. Several agents of the Secret Service who followed Joelson silently lowered their heads and turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of them.

Joelson took a deep breath, he took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and said tremblingly: "Since you are like this, don't blame me for being rude! I don't care!"

No one paid attention to Joelson. Joelson took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket. He held the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Come here! Come here! Fire without limit, no limit!"

Joelson shouted loudly at the top of his lungs, and at this moment it looked more like incompetent fury.

There were about forty people coming, some people raised their guns and aimed at the Combat Building, some people lazily acted as a master, and they kept their guns there. 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 did not rush to complete the siege of Compaq Building or launch an attack. Instead, they completed the assembly at the entrance of Compaq Building and looked at one of the middle-aged men in their fifties together.

"The bounty is divided into three parts. Whoever gets Little Andyke will enjoy 25% of the exclusive share, whoever kills the gardener will enjoy 20% of the exclusive share, and everyone will share 55% equally, but those who have not taken action from beginning to end are not qualified to participate in the distribution, start!"

This is someone who took the lead and completed the allocation of bounty.

The leader said the beginning, but no one moved.

The person who led the lead was stunned for a moment. He raised his right hand, waved it suddenly, and shouted: "Start the attack!"

An awkward scene appeared, but no one moved.

There were only five people wearing tactical suits, tactical boots, all wearing helmets and heavy body armor. One of them had a cigar in his mouth and grabbed an HK416 rifle in his hand, looking like I looked down on all of you.

But after the leader stared at him and waved his arms and shouted to start the attack, the man holding the cigar turned his head aside and avoided the leader's eyes.

"Who are you... the first to attack, and you can enjoy a bounty of five percent!"

Joelson had finished calling, and he pointed at the person who led the lead from afar and shouted: "I know you, McCorkin! I know you! You're done, I promise you that you're dead!"

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

No one speaks or moves.

McCorkin was anxious and shouted: "The first one to attack will enjoy a bounty of fifteen percent!"

Sixty percent of the bounty has been gone like this. If you don’t catch Ahndike, if you don’t catch or kill Gao Yi, you are not the first to launch an attack. Then these people risk losing their heads to do this big deal, and at most they can only get money from the remaining 40% of the bounty.

However, the bounty for the first attack was 15% mentioned, but no one moved.

"There is a gardener in there."

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

Since you know what you are here for, you must know the name of a gardener.

This is a high-end game. If ordinary people don’t participate, they are not ordinary people who can participate.

The problem lies here. Finding a team of rookies who don’t understand can’t help but start rushing when they are hot, but since they are all famous old people, naturally no one is so stupid to use their lives to open up the way for others.

McCorkin could see a little despair with his naked eyes. More than a minute passed, but they didn't start to act.

"Thirty percent! Whoever scores in first will get 30% alone! Who has any objection?"

McCorkin shouted, and after he shouted 30% of this sentence, someone obviously began to get ready to move.

"40%! Farke! You bastards and cowards! If you don't move, I'll add them until you have no money to share!"

McCorkin's words seemed a bit contradictory, but after he shouted 40%, the five-man group that had been pretending to behave suddenly moved.

"We'll get on!"

With a loud shout, he first called to take down the first attacker, and then threw the cigar in his mouth on the ground, stretched out his feet and waved his hand, and the five people rushed towards the Combat Building immediately.

The first one to launch an attack receives 40% of the total bounty. As long as you score in, regardless of whether you can catch or kill the target, you can enjoy 40% of the money as long as you enter the door. This transaction can definitely be done.

Someone around me already regrets it.

I still can’t take over the wealth of the sky, and I still don’t have the courage.

McCorkin breathed a little relieved.

The situation is now. As long as someone takes the lead, everything else is easy to say. Everyone will work hard to make a last vote and rely on the temptation to earn enough pension at one time to make this vote. As long as they fight, the rest will not be a problem.

"The first attack was from the Red Wing Mercenary Group!"

McCorkin immediately said it loudly, "It's okay if he doesn't say it. Although it will reveal his identity after saying it, it is unlikely to hide his identity at this point, so what's more important is to determine the identity of the first attacker, and everyone must recognize it."

There are only five people in the Red Wing Mercenary Group. They have very skillful tactical movements, but to be honest, the tactical movements are almost the same. If there are too many battles, there will be a fixed process and action. You can't tell too much about the movements.

The key is momentum, the aura of not fearing life and death and moving forward.

Four people were covering both sides, and one person rushed in with firepower. At this time, it was impossible to act slowly. Normal tactics, such as firepower cover on both sides, first suppress the firepower inside, and then someone forced to rush in, fighting for someone to die and injured, to complete the most critical step in scoring.

Shooting on both sides, breaking in the middle, and fighting with each other, actually the first shot is the first shot, and the winner is basically decided at the beginning of the confrontation.

The moment he broke through the glass door, he heard a loud bang in the Combat Building, and the glass door exploded. The sharp edge of the Red Wing Mercenary Group leaned back and lay on the ground.

The whole face was broken, not because it was bloody, but because the position of the face was gone.

There was no scream or shouting. Just as the gunshots in the Compaq Building, the people on both sides turned around and started shooting into the hall.

The gunshots of both sides rang out in a dense manner, while ensuring accuracy, and pursuing the maximum rate of fire. The two turned around, fired, and fired less than ten bullets, and then fell all over the automatic glass door of the Compaq Building.

The glass was broken, but the door line did not pass.

Five people died three of them as soon as they came up.

The remaining two people have crossed the goal line, and the others know that they can't miss this opportunity, and more people are ready to make an follow-up attack.

It's not a group, but no one knows that if you don't seize this opportunity, if you want to rush in again, you will have to take a few lives as the foundation. Since the Red Wing Mercenary Group sacrificed three lives to open the door, you have to keep up if you can't get the first attack.

At least there is a bonus for catching Ahndike and killing the gardener.

Then, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the fourth Red Wing Mercenary Group fell to the moment he turned around, and he was unable to cross the gate line after all.

But the man with a cigar in his mouth rushed over, and he rushed through the door line and entered the Compaq Building.

Then, a figure flew backwards.

The limbs were facing forward and the body was backward. The gun fell and the huge man flew out.

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

The boss of the Red Wing Mercenary Group flew back at least four meters. One hundred, sixty or seventy kilograms of people, plus bulletproof vests and guns and ammunition, and at least two hundred kilograms of strong man flew backwards.

Falling heavily on the ground.

His eyes were blurred, and his whole face was twisted. After falling to the ground, the boss of the Red Wing Mercenary Group twisted his pain twice on the ground, supported the ground with his left hand and raised it with difficulty with his right hand pointing at the glass door of the Combat Building without glass. He opened his mouth to speak, but his blood mixed with pieces of flesh and crumbs and bubbles began to spray out.

The bulletproof board temporarily saved his life, but it was only temporarily.

No one moved, everyone was looking at the person lying on the ground with horror. McCorgin opened his mouth wide. He wanted to say something, but it seemed like something was stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

People who were blown away by bombs have seen them, and many people were broken by bullets, but there was no explosion inside, and there was not even a grenade explosion.

As we all know, the power of a grenade explosion is not enough to blow people away.

So the question is, how can a person fly backwards?

After all, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group did not really grow a pair of wings.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

One hand pointed at the door of the Compaq Building. The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group wanted to say something. He worked very hard, but he couldn't even post a complete syllable.

McCorkin said in a misty voice that he could not tell, "What do you want to say?"

"Uh...he...he...he..."

The hand that was holding the ground loosened, the hand pointing at the door fell, and his head was trying hard to lift it down to the ground. The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Group, who wanted to say, didn't say anything, and he completely lost any sound.

The person who had just plucked up the courage to jump in retreated very far, at least five meters away from the gate.
Chapter completed!