The Omniscient

Michelle heard that the police were coming and thought that things were getting worse.

Don't fight the police, get out of there.

Can you kill the police? the subordinate asked.

Michelle said without hesitation: Yes.

In the lobby on the first floor, more than a dozen police officers rushed in, and they also carried explosion-proof shields. They suffered a lot when confronted.

The good thing is that the four gunmen were separated, two behind the consultation counter and two hiding behind the support columns in the hall.

A gunman said: Captain Michelle let us withdraw, Brooke, you attract attention, they did not find my position, this angle can shoot the police behind the explosion-proof shield!

When I fired, you took the opportunity to jump out and escape. We retreated in two directions and went upstairs.

OK, George. Brooke, who was hiding behind the counter, nodded and suddenly threw a flashbang out.

Sa! The police team froze for a while, and at the same time shot in Brooke's direction again and again.

And the police, cleverly throwing two bombs behind the counter.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, George suddenly slid out from behind the pillar and raised his gun to shoot.

His marksmanship is good, and he is confident that he will kill the four policemen holding shields.

At that time, the police will be in chaos, looking for bunkers, and he and Brook and others can take the opportunity to go upstairs.

However, he thought very well, but at the same time he came out from behind the pillar...

In the stairwell on the first floor of the hospital, a voice suddenly sounded.

George! The voice was very childish, with a cry.

George's face changed drastically, and his hands trembled.

Brother...don't come out! he instinctively roared towards the stairwell.

Six years ago, he was part of a gang in Argentina, in a slum full of drugs and gunfire.

Everyone has only one idea, and that is to get out of poverty.

Crime is there as commonplace,

For the money, he joined a gang and practiced his marksmanship.

He was ruthless, killed countless people, quickly became the strongest gunman in the gang, made a lot of money, and his family was lifted out of poverty.

But that's how it is, never satisfied, he wants more, which eventually led to a full-scale battle between the two gangs.

Compared with his own brutality, his younger brother is a smart and well-behaved child. Seeing that he is about to go to the United States to study at university, he is involved in a gang war because of himself.

He let his brother hide in the cash box, and he started killing.

However, when he heard that he was injured, the idiot ran out and shouted his name with tears in his eyes.

In the end, the younger brother was shot in the neck by the enemy, and the blood stained the box full of money.

In that shootout, he killed twenty-seven gunmen of the enemy like a devil, and also killed the boss of the enemy.

He didn't get more for it, because the police came, and the police didn't allow more power than them in the ghetto.

In the end he got nothing, lost money, lost his brother, lost his gang, lost everything.

Alone, he fled to Africa and became a wandering mercenary until he became a vassal of the Illuminati.

He thought he was going to forget his brother, but he didn't expect that when he heard the familiar shout, he still instinctively shouted: Don't come out!

Bang bang bang! The policeman's reaction was a beat slower, but George's reaction was even slower.

This was not six years ago, nor in Argentina. Although the younger brother had the exact same tone and accent, he was dead.

Why, the voice of my brother came from the stairwell?

He responded instinctively, and with the hesitation in his heart, his gun lost its former precision.

The bullet slid over the policeman's head, deflected wildly. Because George's eyes are all looking towards the stairwell.

Even though he has experienced hundreds of battles, at this moment, he is not as good as an ordinary person.

The police counterattacked bluntly, allowing a dozen bullets to be poured on him.

Pfft... George was killed on the spot, kneeling in a pool of blood.

Until he died, his eyes were still on the stairwell, he didn't know what he was expecting.

In fact, he has realized that this is probably the enemy's trick.

But he was still looking forward to a miracle. Maybe his brother suddenly ran out of the stairwell...

At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, he really saw his younger brother, holding his hand in the dark, and walking towards a beam of light.

...

What's the matter? George is dead!

George's death left three other gunmen in an embarrassing situation.

Brooke and the other gunman took the opportunity to rush out of the bunker, but George was not killed by a policeman, but was killed?

Who just called out George's name?

In George's experience, how could he look at the source of the sound in such an emergency?

Are you a fool? Do you agree when someone calls you?

The other three teammates were mad, but now is not the time to pursue this.

Brook and another teammate were exposed to police gunfire, and another teammate was exposed, although he was hiding behind a post next to George.

After all, no one expected that George himself, who was the most critical part of the plan, would be evacuated at the same time as he had agreed to shoot, but he was delivered on the spot.

Bang bang bang! The police saw two gunmen rush out of the bunker at the same time, and immediately turned their guns to shoot.

Brook and his teammates were in tandem when he heard the sound of gunfire behind his ears, and Brook's body instinctively shrank.

He got stuck at an angle, letting his teammates block the bullets behind him.

The teammate was killed on the spot, and Brook took the opportunity to get behind another pillar.

Brooke, there are only two of us left, they know our location, be careful with the bombs.

Brook recalled his glance and said, Sixteen police officers, four at ten o'clock, six at twelve o'clock, and the sheriff is there. There are six at fifteen o'clock, right in On your side……

We shot at the same time, as long as you can help me delay them for a second, I can kill the sheriff! They will retreat temporarily!

Hearing Brook's words, his teammates understood.

Kill the police chief of the other side, the police will inevitably panic, not to run away, some will withdraw, some will look for bunkers, and the fire suppression will be suspended.

The mercenaries knew exactly where they could be used as bunkers. Once the police stopped suppressing and hid behind the bunkers, it would be their turn.

I saw him pulling out his saber, jumping high behind the pillar, stabbing the knife into a place more than two meters above the ground, climbing with strength, and jumping suddenly.

He was actually stabbed at a height of 2.7 meters with another knife, so he was suspended in the air, and his body stepped on the column wall and jumped out.

At the same time as he leaped out, two shock bombs were thrown behind the pillar, but they could no longer blow him up.

The man leaped deep and was in a very high position, and when the police saw him again and raised the muzzle, he had already landed, rolled for two and a half weeks in a row, and got behind the counter on the other side.

He did his job perfectly and gave Brooke a chance.

Bang bang bang!

The police's attention was drawn to him, and the bullets chased the man, but missed a shot.

However, Brooke did not explode the big head of the police chief as promised.

Brooke!!! The teammate was trapped behind the counter and yelled angrily. Seeing that the police threw in several grenades, he had to stand up and shoot, but he was shot dead as soon as he appeared.

Hearing the death of his teammates, Brook came back to his senses.

Because when he shot out as planned, the gun was locked on the head of the police chief in an instant.

Outside the hospital gate, a balloon seemed to float down from the second floor or higher.

When he dodged and raised his gun, he happened to see a white balloon in the air outside the hospital. A black ink pen was used to draw a smiling face on the balloon. The hair on the smiling face was bald in the middle.

In that instant, he instinctively pointed the gun at the balloon, not the sheriff's head.

Bang! He shot with a precise shot, popping the balloon.

This made Brooke smile heartily, and then he couldn't help but think of his childhood, his face stiff.

This balloon looks familiar because he has painted almost identical smiling faces.

He was nine years old at the time, and his father taught him how to play guns, but of course he only used air guns and balloons as targets.

His father was an excellent special forces soldier and often went out for training or missions.

The thing Brooke looks forward to the most every time is that his father comes back from vacation. At that time, his father will always bring the latest gun models and tell many thrilling and interesting battle stories, which will subtly cultivate his independent thinking and simple military literacy.

His combat awareness was the foundation laid at that time.

Sometimes he was very angry when he didn't go home for a long time, so he painted his father's face on the balloon and used it to practice guns.

But when his father came back, he would immediately be as happy as a fool again. Father disliked his ugly paintings, picked up a pen and added a few strokes on it, and directly changed the face on the balloon into a laughing look.

He even changed the handsome blonde hair into a bald one.

I laughed like a fool, but I was still angry.

My father said, If one day you can pop this balloon thirty meters away in front of my face, I won't go to work again.

At his age, it is very difficult to burst a balloon swaying in the wind at a distance of 30 meters, using an air gun with low precision.

This commitment, Brooke has worked hard for five years.

Nine to fourteen years old was the happiest time in his life.

Because he lived a very fulfilling life, he had hope every day, and every day he had something to look forward to.

After five years, he actually often hit the balloon, but when his father came back, he always couldn't pop the balloon in front of him.

Because my father always chooses to throw it when the wind is the strongest.

He knew that his father did it on purpose, but Brooke didn't admit defeat. He must practice it. Anytime he throws this balloon, he can also blow up the marksmanship!

In the end, Brooke succeeded. At the age of fourteen, he could almost hit every shot within 30 meters.

But his father couldn't accompany him anymore, and his father really wouldn't go to work anymore because he died in a mission.

His father wanted him to be a soldier and serve the country, and Brooke had worked hard for it.

But when his father died, he was lost, and he seemed to forget who he was supposed to shoot for.

He is physically strong and has military qualities. He is like a bully in school. He has done fighting and robbing. He has become addicted to marijuana and women.

Therefore, he failed to successfully enter the military academy and started to join gangs instead.

The second uncle who adopted him also began to despise him, beat and scold him, and he became more and more rebellious.

Until one day, he got a real gun and killed his father's brother with his own hands.

Today, Brooke is a mercenary.

He has forgotten those people in the ordinary life of the past, and he even almost forgot what his father looked like.

However, he still remembered the white balloon and the bald smiling face of his father above.

He never falls short of his shooting training.

The wind was nine centimeters, the balloons swayed, shot, shot.

Brook's movements are done in one go, and it seems to be cost effective.

When he realized that he was not at home, the police also responded and shot him dead.

puff!

Brooke fell in a pool of blood, and the last picture in his heart was still the balloon.

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