The slender barrel roared and sucked the flames, and the bullets seemed to turn into a rain curtain and poured out. For a moment, the small debris room was cremated and burst out, and wood chips flew everywhere. The three people who came in were pressed so hard that they dared not come out, and they stuck their butts and ran away with their heads in their arms.

The tables, chairs and benches in the utility room did not provide effective protection. The three bandits who broke into it were quickly defeated and escaped with a roar.

Not only did Lao Chi not breathe a sigh of relief, but his heart became anxious: "There are only about twenty-two or three bullets left!"

The fire was fired to suppress even he could not accurately record the number of bullets.

These gangsters are also very strange. They are not afraid of death, but they can knock them down with a little more intense shooting, but they are still rushing here.

Just because this is an arsenal? Or is it because of something else that he doesn't know yet?

Lao Chi couldn't understand these things, so he simply stopped thinking about it. It would be better to think about what to do next.

While continuing to shoot irregularly, he kept suppressing the fire outside the door, he scanned the environment in the utility room and looked for weapons that could be used.

Shotgun?

No, loading ammunition is too time-consuming, and the criminals outside cannot give him this opportunity.

But he was better than nothing. He grabbed the short gun and stuffed it into his waist, and then touched the bag of bullets, hoping that it would be universal.

He still threw two or three packs of ammunition out the window with his left.

etc!

window?

If you can move to the next floor and then run to them to surround them, you can save a lot of trouble.

He did what he thought of, and his eyes burst into light and immediately ran towards the window, pulled out the grapple hook and stuck the edge of the window sill, and the rope on the other side quickly wrapped around his hand, and then he jumped.

Dongdong...dong...!

His body quickly fell down, and the feeling of weightlessness made his heart beat twice.

The cable suddenly became tense, and the wind roared in his ears. Lao Chi grabbed the cable wrapped around his hand tightly.

The steel cable drove his body like a big pendulum, crashing towards the glass wall on the 23rd floor.

He tried his best to adjust his body posture and raised his gun to pull the trigger forward.

Bang! Clang!

Almost at the same time as the gunshot sounded, a spider-web-like crack appeared on the glass wall. The next moment, Lao Chi's body slammed hard on the crack and penetrated through it.

Lao Chi quickly let go, and then rolled twice on the broken glass slags all over the ground, jumped up half-squatted on the ground, carefully raising his gun and looking up on guard.

It's also a small suite, and there's no one inside.

"Huh... the transfer is successful, and the luck is pretty good."

After relaxing, Lao Chi realized that his body was suffering from pain everywhere. He looked down and found that the tactical gloves were soaked in blood and red. It was probably because his palm was broken by steel ropes.

In addition to his right hand, his clothes were also a little torn, and there were more than a dozen blood marks on his arms. It was probably scratched by glass slags, so there was no big problem.

Picking up a slightly larger piece of glass fragment and looking at the reflection, pulling his neck to observe the bloody marks on it that were scratched by steel beads, he smiled loudly again: "Fortunately, my handsome face has not been cut, so it would be bad if I have a scar like Lao Qi."

Putting down the mirror, he quickly left the room, found the cleaning room for cleaning and hid in, and then had time to press the headphones: "I'm on the 23rd floor now. I'm fine, but the bullets are almost gone. When will the support arrive? Chi Yuxian."

"Chi Yuxian!" The angry voice of the Wang Detachment came: "What are you doing? Are you juggling at high altitudes? Do you know what you are doing? The twenty-fourth floor! You dare to jump on the twenty-fourth floor?!"

"Stop scolding, don't scold." Lao Chi took off the magazine and took a look, then put it back and continued, "I still have twenty-one bullets, and I can't last long. Please instruct what to do now."

"Wait! Someone is going up to support you!"

Old Chi smiled.

He was actually not very worried at this moment. Although the gangsters above would soon realize that he had jumped to the 23rd floor, it would take time to run down to find him, enough for him to wait for support.

Although there were a large number of criminals gathered on the 20th floor, they could only stop them for a few minutes at most and would be penetrated by the special police soon.

After all, it was a group of mobs, and even the gun rate was only one-third.

This is also the fundamental reason why Lao Chi can persist until now and kill several criminals. He even wanted to make some adjustments and then go up and surround them alone.

Just as he was thinking, his ears suddenly caught a slight sound of footsteps. He immediately tightened his body and was on guard against the gun, and realized that the footsteps sounded a little familiar.

"Old Qi's footsteps?" He was a little confused, illusioned? The special police were still stopped on the 20th floor, how did Qi Yi get up?

Or...a fake?

Forcibly resisting the urge to make a sound, Lao Chi held his breath and listened carefully to the movement outside.

Soon, the footsteps walked to the door of the cleaning room. Qi Yi's voice sounded indeed. He said unhurriedly: "Old Chi, it's me, I'm here."

Lao Chi narrowed his eyes slightly.

It should be Qi Yi who can find him accurately. Only his own people can see where he ran through surveillance, but he was still not sure and still hid in a bunch of four-piece sets without moving.

Click... Bang! The sound of opening and closing the door sounded, and then Lao Chi heard Qi Yi ruthlessly revealing his shortcomings: "Four years ago, there was a corpse-breaking case, which was very tragic. In order to show off your strength, you chewed gum on the spot, and wore a mask to blow bubbles, which made you muffled yourself, and was dumbfounded by the Wang Detachment for half an hour."

brush!

Lao Chi pushed open the four-piece set and stood up, looking at Qi Yi with a blank expression: "Can't you get rid of this? You mentioned it twice."

Qi Yi smiled: "If you don't talk about this, you will inevitably think that I am a fake person, and it will be bad if you beat me to death."

As he said that, he threw Lao Chi a backpack: "There is a magazine inside, which should be enough for you to use for a while."

Lao Chi took the bag, but his eyes fell on his hands: "Are you injured?"

The back of his hand was also covered with blood, with three parallel scars.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. How about you? Can you do it?"

Lao Chi straightened his chest: "Of course! I want to kill back to the arsenal. There are too many gangsters. If they want to get more guns, the brothers will be under greater pressure... By the way, how did you get up?"

"Climb the elevator shaft. The elevator rope was cut off by the criminals. They also occupied the commanding heights of the elevator shaft on the 24th floor. But before that, we still used the hook rope to attack six people, and the criminals could not make any waves."

Lao Chi tsk his tsk twice, still quite disgusted: "Your hand is just so injured, right? It's so messy! You can't even use your guns, why are you busy? Isn't it okay to stay in the command car and wait for the result?"

Qi Yi glanced up and down at him: "We don't need to say the eldest brother to the second brother."

"Don't confuse the public, that's not the same thing!" Lao Chi snorted: "I'm a little sure, and I had no way out at that time..."

"So I have to come." Qi Yi interrupted him: "There will not be too dangerous if the special police are opening the road in front. The role I play here is a little better than the command car, and I think you need this."

His eyes fell on his backpack.


Chapter completed!