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The deafening sound of gunfire instantly shook his eardrums. Cooper leaned over to take a look in confusion, and was a little hesitant for a moment.

Because they came from the other side of the hotel, the exit location of the passage they chose was quite good. It was only ten meters away from the "Laoganma" that was still firing at a leisurely rate of about 200 rounds per minute. Its view was just blocked by a row of vehicles in the parking spaces in front.

The flashes of the machine gun flickered constantly when firing, which looked extremely intimidating, but it was obvious that the shooting position was facing away from them, so this was the best time to outflank them.

After hesitating for a moment, Cooper, who felt a little conflicted, finally gritted his teeth, shook his head to signal his teammates who helped him open the door to follow him, and then he took the lead and rushed out.

It's not that he didn't want to let him off, but there were two teammates following him. If he acted too deliberate, it would easily arouse Cynthia's suspicion afterwards.

Cooper moved quickly to the back of an SUV with guns in both hands, only to hear the heavy machine gun still roaring. He raised his gun and was about to shout a warning when he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The Browning M2HB heavy machine gun, which was fixed to the concrete floor by expansion screws on a tripod more than one meter tall, was indeed still firing, and the heavy barrel had even turned slightly red, but there was no one in sight except for a pile of brass shell casings on the ground.

The heavy machine gun's trigger and the entire rotating mechanism were all stuck, and it had been maintaining automatic firing. Just as Cooper poked his head out, the ammunition belt in the bullet box was empty, and the world finally became quiet.

The sound of sirens in the distance could be clearly heard. Perhaps because the safety of many local celebrities and wealthy people was at stake, the CPD (Chicago Police Department) responded quite quickly.

In fact, less than 10 minutes had passed since the incident, and only 3 minutes had passed since the gunshots were heard in the parking lot.

The professionalism of the Brecon security team is commendable. Although they were forced to retreat to the hotel, they quickly planned a new evacuation route.

The security chief and the remaining four bodyguards escorted Bracken all the way into the kitchen area of ​​the hotel, causing a commotion. The chefs and helpers were so scared that they dodged everywhere to avoid these uninvited guests with guns.

Unfortunately, the direction they were heading at this time was still not the route the old agents wanted, so just as they were about to leave the kitchen area, dense bullets from the MP5 submachine gun fell on the nearest entrance.

Victoria and Anna each had a submachine gun, perfectly blocking the entire corridor. The bodyguards' small pistols were useless in such a narrow terrain facing such dense firepower. They could only fire back a few rounds before having to retreat to the inner room.

The 9mm pistol bullets ricocheted dangerously on the tiled walls of the kitchen, creating sparks on various metal kitchen utensils, forcing the group to retreat in a panic while lowering their bodies.

"Cover! Cover! We need to continue moving!"

The dedicated security chief yelled while protecting Bracken as he rushed to the freight elevator on the other side of the kitchen used to transport raw materials, so there was only one bodyguard left behind them.

The gunshots in the kitchen gradually subsided. Marvin, who was busy taking out magazines from his travel bag and handing them to the two ladies, listened attentively, a smile on his old face, "It seems to be going better than we expected."

Victoria checked the time and handed the empty MP5 back to him. "It's your job now."

After saying that, she pulled Anna and was about to leave. However, just as they were about to enter the other corridor, gunshots suddenly rang out. A group of fully armed SWAT team members had blocked the exit at some point.

Anna reacted very quickly and pulled back with force, pulling the old lady's body, which was much smaller than hers, back.

Marvin, who had just loaded the magazine into the empty gun, didn't even look at it. He took a step forward and raised his hand to emptied the 30-round magazine into the corridor.

"Fuck!" Victoria cursed with the unique accent of an old Londoner, and a dazzling red color slowly spread from the waist of her white dress.

Anna reached into the travel bag that Marvin was carrying and took out two smoke bombs and threw them out one after another, then carried Victoria and left.

Marvin, who stayed behind, changed the magazine and fired another round before catching up. As a result, the three of them ran into Jack who was rushing over as soon as they entered the storage area behind the kitchen.

"What happened?" Jack, who had changed into a suit and a bulletproof vest with the FBI logo printed on it, walked up quickly.

"Victoria is injured, why are you here?" Anna asked. This was inconsistent with the previously agreed plan.

Come here to prevent any accidents. Of course, Jack couldn't say that. He took the unsteady old lady from Anna's hands and explained, "The CPD SWAT team arrived earlier than we expected. I was worried that something might go wrong so I came to take a look."

After saying that, he took out a pack of first aid bandages from the tactical pocket of his bulletproof vest. After a quick inspection, he confirmed that it was a penetrating wound. He bit open the bandages directly, rolled one of the bandages into the thickness of a thumb, and roughly stuffed it into the wound.

Victoria's face turned pale instantly, but she endured the pain and grabbed Marvin's arm, "Hurry up, it's too late."

"But you." Marvin looked at her worriedly.

"You go too, leave this to me." Jack nudged Anna with his shoulder.

The girl stood up without any hesitation and pulled Marvin away. Her trust in Jack's ability was unquestionable. The heroic image of a man holding her in his arms and shooting with a "Heather" submachine gun in the center of the stage of the underground auction house still occasionally appeared in her dreams.

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After stopping Victoria's bleeding, Jack quickly wrapped the bandage around her waist twice to prevent the blood from getting on his clothes when he picked her up. It wasn't that he had any mysophobia, but he had other roles waiting for him later.

Ivan carried the old lady in a princess hug through the storage area. Behind the iron gate, he was using a switchblade to pry open the door lock. When he saw Jack, the old man pouted in displeasure.

"You ruined my plan to be a hero and save the beauty."

Jack shook his head speechlessly and handed Victoria to him. He thought that if he wasn't worried that Anna would be accidentally injured due to the inertia of the plot, he would not have bothered to come here to watch the old man and the old woman show their love.

"Oh, don't be like this, Jack saved my life." The old lady hugged the old Russian man's neck and hit him angrily.

"So you don't have anything to say to me?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I love you." Victoria laughed helplessly.

"Yeah, I knew it."

Watching the two leave, Jack shuddered subconsciously, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Inspector Boyette, it's me, Jack"