Blood!
As soon as the crosshair smelled it, he knew it was the smell of blood.The nerves in his body tensed suddenly, and the front star's heart beat violently, and blood rushed to his brain.This does not bode well.He used to hold his hands much like his waist, but he couldn't touch the gun.Suddenly I found that I was no longer a mercenary in Africa, but in Rio de Janeiro, in South America!
Damn it!
He cursed in his heart.There were no lights in the room, curtains were drawn on the windows, and the light in the room was very dim.He had reached the end of the stairs, and he could see the whole room just by turning the corner.Click—in the darkness he seemed to hear the familiar sound of a bullet being loaded.There are people in the house.Although he didn't know what was going on, with his sensitive professional sense, the crosshair knew that something must have happened to Som's family.His emotions tumbled like boiling water, but the mercenary's sanity told him that now was not the time for grief, and the sound of the gun being loaded proved that someone was still in the house.No matter who you are, you have to be prepared to deal with it.But he doesn't have a gun on him, which is the most fatal place, but fortunately the house is narrow enough, and if he can fight the other party hand-to-hand here, there is still a chance of winning.The crosshairs have been fighting on the underworld in Johannesburg since he was a child, and he became a killer at an early age.His fighting skills are not weak, although he has no professional training, but it is indeed a street fight honed from street fighting and actual combat, and it is extremely practical.Glancing around, he saw a dilapidated three-story refrigerator standing next to the stairs, the top of which was piled with miscellaneous items, and a pair of scissors in a handmade bamboo basket.Not bad!
He was overjoyed!
In fighting inside the house, scissors are in no way inferior to a butterfly knife.He slowly reached over and took the scissors in his hand, his fingers running through the grip.Now, he has a weapon in his hand that can kill people.There are five stairs in front of you, so if you turn left after walking, you will see the inside of the house.The crosshair cat lowers its waist and lowers the height of its body.One of the advantages of this is that if the enemy is about to ambush him after cornering, he will usually aim at a position similar to the height of an adult, and if he lowers his posture, the first shot will miss even if someone else fires a shot.He tried to keep the sound of his feet on the staircase as low as possible, and walked slowly like a cheetah ready to attack and prey.As he reached the penultimate staircase, a pair of shoes appeared in the crosshair's sight.It was a pair of Nike sneakers, worn on an adult's foot, and the man was apparently lying on the ground.The shoes were men's, which made the crosshair breathe a sigh of relief again.He grabbed the shoulder strap of the backpack with one hand, and the other hand that grabbed the scissors slowly slid out of the strap of the backpack.Then he continued to take a step, and when his foot was on the penultimate staircase, the crosshair threw the horse cover on his back forward with lightning speed.In the darkness, the backpack streaked across the room like a dark shadow.Poof-poof-poof-The crosshair also took the opportunity to hear that there were two in the room, one was about 11 o'clock in front of his left, about five meters away from him; And the other gunman was the closest to him, just behind the wall around the corner, definitely no more than two meters.A long life in the underworld and a mercenary career has made the crosshair master of both offense and defense, so to speak, he has a variety of different muscle memories in every part of his body, and will naturally react correctly when danger approaches.By the time the shots rang out, the crosshairs had already jumped out.When the gunners shoot at the horse gown, they must shift the muzzle of their guns, and when they find themselves on the spot, it will take a while to turn the muzzle back.Maybe it will only take a second, for a skilled gunner.But a second is enough, for a crosshair.The gunman behind the wall had already attracted the attention of the horse Gaixian backpack at this time, and they quietly ambushed in the room, just waiting for the crosshair to appear and hurt the killer, but they didn't expect that they had hit a backpack.In their astonishment, the gunmen felt that something was wrong.Before he could re-aim at the staircase where the crosshair was, a dark shadow had already arrived in front of him.In the crosshair's past experience, there have been countless hand-to-hand encounters with opponents, and this time is no exception.For an underworld killer and an elite mercenary, killing people is the old business.The cold, sharp scissors parted like a V-shaped fork and easily pierced the killer's jaw behind the corner, then effortlessly passed through the jaw, nailing the tongue directly like a barbecue fork to a pork chop.He couldn't even scream, and the pain nearly knocked the gunman unconscious.The crosshair pressed the gunman's muffler-mounted pistol with his left hand, pressing it against the opponent's chest and pulling the trigger continuously.The gunman had two more blood holes in his chest, splattering the crosshairs.As the crosshair always did, he could use this person as a human shield to grab a gun and shoot at another person.However, when blood splattered on the front sight's clothes and came into view, the front sight turned black, and the scene of being hit in the helmet by a heavy machine gun bullet in the Sea of Comoro reappeared.Just stunned, the fighter plane has been missed.The other gunman didn't care about his accomplice's life or death, and directly pulled the trigger directly at the accomplice and the front sight.The warhead penetrated the corpse in front of the crosshair and hit him in the chest.One person and one corpse fell to the ground at the same time.The gunman on the opposite side seized the opportunity, saw the crosshair fall to the ground, and hurriedly walked forward, continuing to shoot as he went, preparing to end the life of the crosshair.After all, he knew that this opponent was not a vegetarian.According to the information provided by his boss before he came, this guy in front of him became a killer since he was a teenager, became a mercenary in his twenties, and participated in dozens of battles of all sizes, and was an experienced battlefield elite.At the moment of life and death, the crosshair's strong will to survive came into play, pulling him out of that illusory memory.A voice seemed to yell at the crosshair in his head: "Shoot!"
Shoot!
Otherwise, you'll die!
”The crosshair gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the other gunman.The other party screamed and fell.The crosshair got up from the ground and saw the other man struggling to raise the muzzle of the gun again, and quickly fired another shot at his arm.The gunman let out another scream, and his hand could no longer be raised.The reason why he didn't kill him was because the crosshair still wanted to keep a living mouth.There was no Som in the room, he didn't know what had happened to Som, maybe he hadn't come home yet, maybe something bad had happened to the little family.