the world is at stake

The two women both had special missions, and after repeated verbal probing, they had an irresistible urge at the same time—to control each other and ask them clearly.

then……

The two girls looked at each other for a long time, sparks were shining in their eyes.When the flickering lights of the nightclub suddenly dimmed, they all thought it was a good opportunity to attack each other immediately.

In the booth in the corner was also a lawyer from the legal department who accompanied Qin Qing.This man was astonished when he saw Qin Qing, and felt that he was lucky, so he asked the girl if she had a boyfriend.

It's just that Qin Qing behaved in a business-like manner, always unfaltering, like an iceberg beauty.This made the lawyer brother feel itchy and unbearable. He felt that he met a good girl and wanted to pursue her.

When Qin Qing said that he would come to the nightclub, the lawyer brother felt that the opportunity had come.He wanted to drag the girl to the dance floor for a few hours to have a heart-to-heart talk, but before he could open his mouth, another hot babe came to this terrible location near the bathroom.

How did this smoky place suddenly become so sought after?

The lawyer brother was in a dazzled trance, and with the courage given by the smell of marijuana, he felt that he was lucky tonight, and suddenly met two beauties with different styles.

'Big Tits' is also very amiable, with provocative words and unrestrained invisibility-when the lights go out, the lawyer brother is controlled by the 'little head', so he decides to reach out and touch her.

Hahaha... I want to be a romantic ghost tonight.

Following the encouragement brought by the darkness, the lawyer got up lewdly, and leaned in front of the 'big milk girl' blindly, wanting to have a 'milking dragon's hand'.

but……

In the dark, he punched the lawyer brother head-on on the forehead.He let out an 'oh', felt another blow to his lower back, and screamed 'ah' again in pain.

Immediately after him, several arms were grabbed from behind him, and he twisted the arm of the lawyer brother as if he was grabbing, pressed his head and hit it hard on the table of the booth.

With a bang, the round table in the booth seemed to be unable to withstand the force and trembled like it was about to shatter.

The lights came back on, and the DJ in the nightclub raised his arms and chanted 'everybody, are you having fun tonight? '

Hundreds of arms raised on the club dance floor, everyone yelling 'Happy'!

The atmosphere at the scene was warm to a climax.

Only the lawyer brother returned to his seat silently. He had a black mark on his forehead, one eye was swollen, and his waist and ribs were still hurting.

The two women tore their faces apart and stared at each other viciously, neither winning nor losing.

The lawyer dude sat down for a few seconds, looked at Qin Qing, and then at 'Big Tits'.He secretly thought: "Why did these two women attack me at the same time?

Oh, it must be that the 'big tit girl' looks like a prostitute, but in fact she just teases me and refuses my teasing.On the contrary, Qin Damei's heart secretly agreed, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, she found out that I had empathized with another person, and punished me. "

It must be like this.

It turned out to be the wrong target.

Alas, the exotic style can only be a swap.

As for women, it is better to be of the same race.

The lawyer brother turned his head and looked at Qin Qing with dark circles under his eyes.The darkness gave him courage again, and he went up again, wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with the girl and seek some psychological comfort.

Pa... There was the sound of the wine bottle shattering.

The lawyer dude got hit on the forehead... two blows.The spilled wine mixed with blood and flowed down sporadically.He was dizzy and thumped to the ground.

When the lights came on again, the two girls left their original positions, holding half glass bottles in each hand, and stared at each other aggressively.

The lawyer brother struggled to get up from the ground, hugged his head in pain, and said unconvinced: "Why do you do this? If you have something to say, don't hurt your peace."

roll!

The two cursed at the same time, but their eyes were fixed on each other.

The lawyer brother had a sharp pain in his head, and his heart trembled when he was scolded. The elation brought by the marijuana faded away, and he realized that he seemed not as important as he imagined.

At this moment, there was a continuous muffled sound in the noisy nightclub.This sound is difficult to conceal in heavy metal music, and it is extremely unique.

If an experienced person listens carefully, he will immediately recognize that it is a gunshot or a shotgun that is extremely powerful at close range.

The two girls responded at the same time, but they were in a stalemate confrontation, and asked each other at the same time, "Who are you?"

The lawyer brother saw the two girls fighting with swords, and was frightened and got up from the ground in a panic.He saw that both of them were holding half glass bottles, and hurriedly turned around to find the nightclub security.

This subconscious search for the direction is the entrance of the nightclub.But when the lawyer brother ran quickly along the edge of the dance floor, he saw a tall man in a raincoat standing outside the entrance.

The man came out of the pouring rain, dripping all over his body.He took off his raincoat in the dim light, revealing a tough face, stretched out his hand to stroke his wet hair, and tightly held the thick and long M870 in his hand.

Seeing the lawyer stumbling over, the man grinned and asked, "Brother, do you know where the boss here is? I want to talk to him."

The lawyer brother was stunned. He didn't understand the man's words but saw the gun held by the man. He couldn't turn his head. He pointed to the direction behind him and said, "There are two women fighting over there."

"It's none of my fucking business."

The man frowned at the messy dance floor, and was extremely disgusted with the heavy metal music that disturbed his hearing.He searched for the sound to identify the direction, and raised his gun to aim at the large speakers hanging on the four corners of the ceiling.

Tom... One shot, and a quarter of the nightclub's music disappeared.After four shots were fired, the noisy dance floor immediately became quiet.

Even if you smoke marijuana and get confused, the gunshots can still remind young people who are too high.Someone turned around and saw the man with the gun, and shouted in alarm, "Shoot!"

Before the words fell, the dance floor was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed, and hundreds of men and women ran around like frying pans.

Those near the man backed away, only to be jostled by more people on the dance floor.The main direction of escape is the entrance of the nightclub, and the crowd is pouring in like a tide.

The man who had just entered slowly backed away, stood to the side of the door, and calmly loaded the M870 from the belt around his waist.In front of him, a panicked crowd swarmed past, rushing into the pouring rain without thinking.

Under the gunfire and confusion, the two girls who were facing each other in the corner finally loosened up.

'Big Tits' glanced at the entrance of the nightclub, and said coldly: "It should be the person I'm looking for, and I don't have time to play with you."

Qin Qing was more sensitive, but she didn't speak and only backed away slowly.

It wasn't until the line of sight was completely blocked by the crowd running around that the two women breathed a sigh of relief.They all feel weird about their inexplicable opponents, but the immediate focus is to find the root cause of this incident.

The two girls separated and walked around the dance floor in different directions, but both ran towards the entrance of the nightclub where the gunfire sounded.They also have to pay attention to the crowds running around, because many people have fallen and been trampled to death in the riots.

The security guards of the nightclub are experienced, and they all shrink back when they see the crowds of people, and they will never stand up and ease them easily.They shouted a few times at most, and asked a few people to retreat to toilets and other spaces for shelter.

The running crowd lasted for three to four minutes before slowing down slightly.The dance floor was still pitch black, and under the flickering lights, many shoes were scattered on the ground.

At least [-] people were trampled, some curled up on the ground, some leaned against the corner, crying continuously, but no medical staff came out to help.

While still in shock, three or five nightclub security guards finally came out.They don't know exactly what happened, but they think it was an accident caused by the crowd.

Only when the security guards walked to the entrance of the nightclub and saw several bodies on the ground that had been apparently shot, did they curse: "Damn it, someone got shot."

This awakening came too late.

Just as the sky was thundering and lightning, deafening booms hit, and bright lights burst out in the darkness.

The security guards' scalps were numb and they bumped into each other, as if they were so frightened that they couldn't straighten up.They sensed that the danger was approaching, and they wished to seek refuge in their hearts, but they uttered urgent and strange screams.

Looking out from the dark interior of the store, a tall man stood with a gun, ignoring the ugliness of the crowd, standing tall, as if a punisher came to cleanse the evil.

Chapter 26

The commotion on the first floor of the nightclub was too great, and it quickly alarmed George and others who were staying on the second floor.He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie in his hand and asked the armed men scattered everywhere about the situation.

There was a rustling sound from the intercom, and Lear's men were reporting the situation one by one.

But no matter what was said on the walkie-talkie, without exception, it was mentioned that the heavy rain outside seriously affected the vision, so that it was difficult for the observation posts stationed everywhere to see the outside situation clearly.

George himself felt the same way, standing at the window looking out.The torrential rain, mixed with the wind and tide, made crackling noises on the glass windows and blurred the vision.

In this case, let alone observing the street outside the window, even the window cannot be seen clearly.

However, after the commotion on the first floor became louder, a large number of nightclub patrons rushed out of the street and fled in all directions despite the heavy rain.Running figures could be seen from the windows on the second floor, but their faces could no longer be seen clearly.

"Oops." George felt threatened, "It's raining too much, we can't see anything clearly."

Lear is one of the few remaining armed Chosen in the 'Brotherhood'.He participated in the "Operation Disc" on "January [-]th", and was lucky enough to enter the gate of time and space before the nuclear bomb struck.

The purpose of coming to Raymond is for revenge, but the heavy rain caused great distress to the action team members.Lear turned his head and saw that George was already making a call to summon the SWAT and FBI agents who had been stationed around the nightclub.

The dial rang, but no one answered.The two Chosen Ones of the 'Brotherhood' look at each other, realizing that things are worse than they thought.

Before the call for help came to a conclusion, the heavy metal music on the first floor was replaced by gunshots.Even across a floor, the dull bang of the shotgun could be heard.

"I'll go take a look." Lear was fully armed, with binocular night vision goggles on his helmet.He grabbed an M4 and continued to give orders to his men over the radio to encircle him in the direction of the gunshots.

From the second floor to the first floor, it's just down stairs.

Through the green screen of the night vision device, you can see several figures running around downstairs. They are all unarmed people, nightclub customers who have not yet escaped, and nightclub security guards who are evasive.

The [-]-square-meter field was already in a mess, with many trampled wounded lying on the ground, and there were also two bleeding corpses.

The warm blood slowly soaked the ground in the night vision device, and then quickly lost temperature and merged with the ground.

In addition to the low-pitched cries of the injured, one could also hear someone hiding somewhere calling the police for help.But in Lear's field of vision, there wasn't any particularly obvious hostile target, but it seemed too calm.

What about people?

What about the guy who just shot?

Reports came from different directions on the intercom, and Lear's followers reported information in other directions.What they saw was similar to Lille. The first floor of the nightclub was a place of death full of cries, but no enemies could be seen.

"No, the attacker is not on the first floor, at least not on the dance floor with a wide view." Lear quickly realized that his opponent was not that stupid, "Search other directions of the nightclub."

As soon as the order was issued, Lear heard gunshots from the private room on the second floor where George was.Immediately afterwards, George's panicked cry for help and gunshots were heard, "He broke in through the window on the second floor."

Lear turned around quickly, and saw George sticking his head out of the box, grabbing 'Colt' and shooting towards the other end of the corridor.He also jumped over and aimed his probe from another angle.

But there was no one on the other side of the corridor, and George's 'Colt' was aiming at the wall, punching seven or eight bullet holes one after another.

"Stop, stop!" Lear stopped George from shooting randomly, and asked loudly, "Where is the target?"

"He broke in through another window, and I saw his back." George emptied a magazine, panting for reloads.

Lear did not act rashly. He saw a few water-stained footprints on the ground, recalled the corridors on the second floor and the multiple directions, and first ordered his subordinates on the intercom:

"Listen, rats are in the house. One team to the second floor to help me. Two team to the backstage of the nightclub, go around to the storage room to block the back door passage. Three teams to keep the gang shooters from running around .”

Responses from each group came from the radio, and the orders were being executed in an orderly manner.

A group of two armed gunmen soon arrived at Lear, and they searched along the corridor in alternating covering formation, slowly but steadily.

Lear, his gun pointing down, followed closely behind his team.Passing through several corners of the room went smoothly, and the opponent's range of activities was gradually compressed.

But when the searchers felt a little joy, the wooden floor suddenly exploded because the lead gunman's footsteps were a little louder.

Yankees are too fond of building houses out of wood because it's cheap.Their towns rarely have high-rise buildings, and planks are used when they can.

The two-inch thick pine boards couldn't hold the rifle bullets at all, and the firepower attracted by the sound of footsteps easily penetrated them.Several rounds came up from below and entered the thigh and crotch of an armed gunman.

The exploding sawdust was flying, and the gunman who was shot fell down.

Lear, who followed behind, had no time to talk nonsense, and immediately suppressed firepower under the wooden board according to the trajectory of the bullets, and the bursts of gunshots continued.

A few seconds later, Lear changed the magazine and at the same time shouted over the radio: "The target is on the first floor, in the corridor leading to the billiard room."

Another armed gunman dragged his wounded companion back, blood smearing a scarlet trail across the floor.What shot through the floor was a .[-] rifle bullet, which directly broke one of the wounded's legs and shot into the lower abdomen.

The wounded man who was shot was screaming. The heavy body armor he was wearing failed to play any role. Instead, the heavy footsteps touched the opponent's keen hearing, and he was locked in position.

The light in the corridor on the second floor was dim, and George followed Lear holding 'Colt'.He watched the wounded being dragged back, and then again a stream of bullets appeared on the floor, chasing the sound of the dragging.

Every bullet that pierced bore a hole in the floor, and every hole exploded into a cloud of debris.It looks like the splash of rainstorm, but it is actually a deadly projectile.

The gunman who dragged the wounded immediately left his companion behind. He had no time to fight back, so he could only dodge to the side of the corridor to avoid the bullets that were fired like a line.

The wounded was alive and received several rounds of bullets, some of which hit his body armor, and some of which were shot into his body.Although it missed the vital point, it was excruciatingly painful.

At that moment, George held his breath, as if any movement would lead to death.He looked at Lear, and found that the other party was doing the same, with the muzzle pointed at the floor but he didn't dare to shoot easily.

At this moment, on the first floor of the nightclub, the attacking Zhou Qingfeng changed a magazine for himself, and strode away from the aisle where the attack was launched.He jumped up and down in and out of nightclubs, getting in and out with ease.

In the dark, hearing is more important than sight, and even more effective than night vision.The heavy rain environment also greatly weakened the opponent's mobility, which was more beneficial to Zhou Qingfeng, who had a strong individual combat power.

Enter the second floor through the broken window outside the nightclub, and then return to the first floor through the broken window from the second floor.The enemy was mobilized back and forth by Zhou Qingfeng, and they were still unable to take advantage of their numbers.

The situation stabilized slightly, and George continued to call the Raymond police, asking for help immediately.It's just that the police liaison personnel promised very well, but apart from the heavy rain on the street, there was no one to be seen.

The police can't come, George can only call his colleagues in the 'fraternity' again.The first person he turned to for help was Janason at the Langley headquarters. This senior CIA agent planned all the work against Zhou Qingfeng.

But in the middle of the night, the phone could not be connected.

George waited anxiously in the private room on the second floor, but what he waited for was the active attack of the hunting target.

Two "fraternity" gunmen led five or six nightclub security guards, and quietly arrived at the backstage position on the first floor.They found the main light switch on the dance floor and whispered:

"We have more people and more guns. When the lights are on, we rush out. We shoot when we see gunmen. Understand?"

The surviving nightclub security guards are all gang members, and the shootouts on weekdays are all about arrogance, and they have never competed in combat skills.Today, I feel extremely troublesome when I meet a ruthless character who is elusive.

Compared with the dim dance floor, the backstage of the nightclub was lit, but the security guards gathered lacked courage.Getting them to cheer along with the 'fraternity' gunmen is fine, but getting them to charge outward is more difficult.

A group of people were shrinking their heads and trying to have a perfect plan, throwing a round thing from the direction of the dark dance floor.The thing bounced on the ground a few times and then kept rolling. At first glance, it looked like a green grenade.