The city under the morning sun was shrouded in tranquility, and the unexpected crisp sound of gunfire easily tore apart this appearance.
The sound of gunfire rang out from the top of Qiulin Hill in the northeast corner of the block, piercing the morning sky and reaching everyone's ears, shocking their hearts.
Shi Qinghai crouched low among the red and yellow fallen leaves, squinting at the picture on the surveillance screen, the thumb of his right hand quickly touched the red control button, and with his precise and steady control, the powerful ACW beside him shifted the muzzle of the gun with the sound of electricity, like an indifferent one-eyed king staring at the weak people who were about to die at his feet.
The caliper position in the surveillance screen is constantly swimming around the Foundation building, extremely fast, but the picture is not hindered in the slightest, and the king's vision is extremely clear.
As the thumb taps the red control button, the heavy ACW will be violently stimulated, the thick barrel tip will shoot flames, three tungsten alloy tail mounted bullets whistle out, and the all-metal gun body will slide backwards violently due to the strong recoil, quickly retreat along the metal chute mounted on the ground, and then hit the resistance layer.
The sound of high-speed bullets is not loud, but it cuts through the air, and when it reaches hundreds of meters in the air, it has begun to carry a terrible whistling sound, which is a kind of torture to human eardrums.
The federal military has not fully studied ACW's silencing technology, and it has to be said that the biggest drawback of this big gun is probably this.
Shi Qinghai stared at the monitor screen expressionlessly, quickly and steadily slammed the red button in his hand, every time he lightly tapped his thumb, a life would explode into blood in the far away block, the top of the mountain was extremely far away from the building, he could see those clear images of death, but he couldn't hear those tragic howls, coupled with ACW's completely different video game-like behavior from the previous heavy snipers, it could make the gunman completely detach from the real world, turning long-distance killings into indifferent and boring finger movements.
The red leaves in the forest fell all over the ground, and ACW shot at an unfixed but exceptionally clear rhythm, clicking, the heavy body of the gun fell back from time to time, the red leaves scattered and flew away, the air in the distance was full of screams, the ballistic traces of white fog were faintly visible in the morning dew, and the gunfire was sharp, firing countless lines of death, blocking all the passages around the Foundation building.
There were several corpses flowing with blood on the overpass above Pinghu, and several guards who tried to rush over were also killed and injured, and the cement blocks on the bridge deck had tumbled and cracked, like gloomy flowers.
When the foundation building was originally designed, I don't know if the councillor had done too many bad things in his life, and chose most of the lakeside design, and only three passages up and down could enter the building.
There is no doubt that there is a strong irony that the Foundation in the name of peace has always thought about things that are not peaceful, for the building has been built for so many years, there has been no incident, and this easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack design has not worked, but today's sudden attack has made the armed forces in the building deeply feel panic.
An enemy had already raided the building, and a powerful sniper on the hill was blocking all access to the building with a powerful long-range weapon they had not anticipated.
"Rush in" Hearing the rapid gunfire and several screams coming from inside the building, the security personnel outside the building were red-eyed, they didn't know how many people had infiltrated the building, and they didn't know whether Mr.
Senator was safe at this time, the Foundation's internal monitoring network had just completed a self-check, and it would take some time for all the information to be returned.
Under the building, several guards bravely rushed towards the gate in front of them, which turned into a few blood flowers very violently, and the sniper on the top of the mountain fired a series of accurate and cold-blooded wild shots, so that the potted wooden fences along the way were all turned into fragments, and in the debris flying in the air, all the people who tried to rush into the building became corpses or wounded people howling on the ground.
The threat of death sent chills to everyone's hearts, whether it was the Secret Service agents who had arrived or the guards of the security company, they all fell on their stomachs on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the building, and if they showed their heads, the killing god on the top of the hill would reap their lives.
In an office on the first floor of the annex building of the Culture and Art Center, a captain of the Secret Service stared at the surveillance screen with a grim face, listened to the reply of his subordinates in his ears, slapped the table angrily, and shouted: "There is only one gun on the mountain to rush in together, who can stop it" That being said, he didn't force the order to attack with all his hands.
The head of the federal Secret Service has always had a big opinion about the security arrangement of the congressman's office, and the other party obviously does not trust the agents sent by the political axe, so he has always excluded them from the building.
If the Secret Service had taken over the Foundation's security and defense work from the beginning, how could it have been caught off guard by the other party.
The middle-aged captain knew very well why the councilor's office didn't trust his people, and he was really reluctant to let the subordinates who followed him from birth to death die to die for that councillor in the rain of bullets from the cold-blooded sniper on the mountain.
However, his duty is to always find a way to solve the problem at hand.
As soon as the internal alert was confirmed, the captain had already informed the police headquarters of the four states around the mountains and the nearest garrison of the Second Military Region through the internal route, and he believed that no matter how many killers came from outside, as long as the Foundation building could be delayed for a while, the safety of the councillors should not be a major problem.
Several Secret Service agents had already rushed up the hill, hoping they would get rid of the sniper as quickly as possible.
"Did the councillor enter the hallway," the captain asked quickly, pressing his headphones.
"In."
The intercom in the office was always on, hissing with the sound of electricity mixed with the conversations of armed personnel inside the Foundation building.
Listening to those calls and looking at the intruders flashing quickly on the surveillance screen, the captain's pupils narrowed sharply, and he felt an unprecedented chill.
The shouting and shouting of the security personnel in the intercom and the nervous tactical commands kept ringing.
"Scattered, the man rushed over" There was a dense burst of gunfire over the intercom, the muffled grunt of a shot, the stumbling footsteps of retreating or chasing.
"Dog, that guy is too fast" The voice in the intercom stopped abruptly, and a few crisp gunshots seemed to have a few lingering echoes.
"East 3rd District, East 3rd District, stop him" The captain looked at the killer in the guard costume in the surveillance camera, rushed through the screen like a gust of wind, entered the corridor, and felt the cold hair standing on end, the other party was already about to kill in the third district of the east in such a fast time, how did he dodge such a dense firepower in the building The voice of letting the armed men set up a defensive line in the third eastern district belonged to the head of the bodyguard close to the Medellín councillor, and the voice that had always been confident and proud also became trembling in front of the killer today.
The captain of the secret service blushed, rubbing the curls on his head painfully, a little unable to believe the scenes he had seen in the monitor before, even the most elite special forces soldiers of the federal military could not have such a quick reaction, such ferocious firepower and that extremely sharp attack method.
In just a few minutes, the man had already killed seven bodyguards, broken through two lines of defense, and was about to enter the third eastern section of the Foundation building When he was first alerted to an intrusion, the captain had been calculating how many people had been dispatched to attack the Foundation building, which was being defended on three floors, but to his surprise, until this point, they had only found two people.
If it was in the past, the captain must have thought it was a big joke, but those lines of death cut across the space, the killer who was silent and moving quickly in the building, let him know that the two attackers today were not ordinary people, and what made him feel even more cold was that the attacker in the building, who didn't know what method was used, was able to quietly enter the core area, and it was not until after entering the foundation building that he was discovered by their people.
"When the fuck is the troop coming over?"
The captain roared angrily, then picked up the intercom in his hand and gave an order with a frosty face, "Within three minutes, I must pull out the man on the hill and bring me out all the rest of the team, move closer to the side of the building, and immediately rush forward" His face was extremely ugly, and he suddenly thought of something, and said quickly in a deep voice: "There must be tactical support personnel outside, otherwise that person would not have been able to sneak in."
The internal monitoring self-test again, search for abnormal signal transmission nodes, do not alarm the other side, touch it upside down, and find the area that receives the signal. ” Knowing that Mr.
Councillor had entered the passage, the captain's mood was not as nervous as it seemed, and his years of experience in the Secret Service allowed him to issue correct instructions one after another in an orderly manner.
Whether it is from the comparison of firepower or other aspects, today's two intruders can only fail in the end, but when the captain saw those pictures on the monitor, he still couldn't help but shudder.
The intruder in the picture with a travel bag on his back is running quickly with his head down, holding two standard firearms of the federal military in both hands, the intruder does not seem to look up to aim, but the firearm in his hand has never stopped shooting.
Tongues of fire spewed like dragons in the corridors, painted with cement wallpaper, and everything hard or soft was torn into pieces and floated in the space filled with the smell of gunpowder.
The debris had not fallen, and the figure with its head bowed had long since passed away, like a cold wind.
To be continued: