The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The night owl lurked in the shadow behind the open door, its black figure blending into the night.

His breathing was adjusted to be steady, even and quite light. The dagger in his hand was shining with a cold light. He did not take the remaining three people outside the door seriously at all.

When the driver stepped into the house and saw Qin Huairu's appearance, he was already very alert, especially when there was no movement coming from the back of the yard, which sounded the alarm in his heart.

Although I don't know how Hulu and Dangba were controlled without making any noise, this room is no longer suitable to enter like this.

Just as I was about to step back from the living room, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the door.

"Danger, huh...~!"

In a flash, the driver's adrenaline surged, and he had time to turn his head behind him to remind himself of the car door that had already entered. He saw the young man hiding behind the door.

The Night Owl behind the door, after being discovered, did not hesitate at all. He moved as fast as lightning. The dagger in his hand turned into a cold light and went straight to the driver's throat, thinking it was a pity in his heart.

In this wave, he planned to ambush two more people, so that he would have nothing to fear in close combat with the last person left.

The driver's pupils suddenly shrank, and he wanted to dodge the cold light coming at him, but it was too late. The sharp dagger stabbed into his neck fiercely.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto Qin Huairu's face.

Warm blood blurred Qin Huairu's eyes, and her world instantly turned scarlet.

Fear overwhelmed her like a tide. She wanted to scream, but found that her throat was tightly grasped by an invisible hand and she could not make any sound.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand.

"Click~!"

In reality, the Type 54 pistol in the driver's hand fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and subconsciously tried to cover his neck with both hands to stop the blood from spurting out from the wound.

However, the bleeding groove on the dagger could not be covered by hands alone. The flying knife was so powerful that it pierced the entire throat, scraped the spine, and even affected the trachea. As the chest rose and fell, there were thick bubbles in the blood.

The driver, lying on the ground, was twitching all over, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. After rolling his eyes for the last time, his neck tilted and he completely fainted.

The last thing the driver, the team leader, could do for the group was to use his body to hold down the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

The blood slowly flowed to Qin Huairu's feet, accompanied by convulsions caused by the corpse's nerve reflex, which scared Qin Huairu so much that she sat down on the ground.

My body kept trying to retreat back, away from the pool of blood flowing over.

When people are extremely nervous, they cannot make any sound. Even all the strength in their body is drained in an instant. Qin Huairu, who was unable to move, had only despair on her face.

The incident in the house happened so quickly that only the young man code-named "Car Door" and the No. 3 communicator carrying the radio were left unresponsive.

The driver opened his eyes wide, looking at the driver lying in a pool of blood, his heart filled with shock and anger.

The team leader fell right in front of him. Realizing the danger, he immediately thought of warning himself behind him.

He quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot in the direction of Night Owl behind the door. Night Owl dodged the bullet nimbly and slammed the door shut before leaving the area behind the door.

"Bang, bang, bang~!"

The 7.62mm bullet head drilled a lot of holes in the door, hit the door of the house violently, and knocked the car door so hard that it staggered back two steps.

The two sides began to exchange fire from a distance. More and more holes appeared on the wooden door. As the fire went back and forth, wood fragments flew on both sides.

The car door had no idea of ​​the situation inside the house. There were several people, several guns, and two comrades who climbed over the wall from the backyard to provide support. Why was there no movement at all after the gunshots? Logically, they should have been faster than those who went in through the main door?

Sweat dripped from his forehead due to nervousness. The 1911 caliber bullet fired from the M0.45 in the house hit the bulletproof vest, making a crisp "ding-dang-dang" sound, just like hammering iron.

If he was not wearing a built-in bulletproof vest, the situation of the car door at this moment would probably not be much better than that of the team leader. With the surge of adrenaline, the pain of the bulletproof vest hitting his body has not yet been felt.

The last communicator was a smart guy. He followed the arrest at the end and was the least dangerous. When the team leader mentioned the danger, he dodged and hid beside the door of Room 102, pulling out a pistol in one hand and holding a walkie-talkie in the other.

He was originally preparing to call for support, but the flying wood chips and the crisp sound of his bulletproof vest being hit reminded him that if the car door was gone, he would be alone.

Compared with the operations department personnel who have received professional training and the intelligence department personnel who have received basic training, their telecommunications department personnel have the worst skills and the worst marksmanship.

He gave up the walkie-talkie and chose to grab the arm of the car door and pulled it to his side. He squinted his eyes and watched the wood chips flying past him. He stuffed the pistol in his hand into the hand of the car door with trembling hands.

The Type 1911 pistol was loaded with eight rounds, and the M was loaded with seven rounds. The two men shot at each other almost at the same time, and stopped firing almost at the same time. The bullets in the magazines were completely emptied.

However, there was no need to change the magazine when opening the car door. When the communicator behind him put the gun into his hand, he almost heard the sound of a piece of iron falling to the ground inside the house.

It was the magazine. He realized that the other party was reloading, so he took the car door full of bullets and chose to fight head-on. The people inside could afford to waste time, but they couldn't. The car door didn't know that the team leader had died. In his eyes, as long as he bought time and ended the battle in advance, the team leader could still be saved. This was the source of his motivation.

The communicator looked at the car door that was finally pulled open, picked up his gun, and revived with full health. He kicked the door open with a side kick and started rushing into the house again. He was exhausted.

The people in the Intelligence Department have always been very steady, but why are they as impulsive as those in the Operations Department today? It is clearly very dangerous inside, and there may be other enemies in the backyard.

"Whoosh~!"

"Boom, buzz, buzz~!"

Night Owl was about to change the magazine, but through the hole in the door, he saw the black shadow returning to the back of the door, and realized that the other party was faster than him.

He rolled over and pulled out the dagger from the corpse. Then another flying knife flew straight towards the open door. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The door happened to open and the bloody dagger hit the door.

The dagger nailed to the door trembled, making a teeth-grinding buzzing sound, as if it was the prelude to the death knell.

Looking at the cold weapon, he felt a chill in his heart, but when he thought of his team leader lying in a pool of blood, he gritted his teeth and his eyes became firm again.

The communicator was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. He knew very well that rushing in at this moment would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, but the car door would not listen to any advice and he was about to rush in with his pistol in hand.

"Car door! Calm down! Wait for backup!"

The communicator grabbed the hem of the car door, his voice filled with tears. The opponent's skills were no longer something that one person could handle.

But the car door roughly shook his hand away and growled, "I can't wait! The team leader is still alive, I have to save him!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed into the house like an arrow.

The house was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke, making it hard to breathe.

As soon as I stepped into the car, I caught a glimpse of a black figure in the corner under the light - it was Night Owl.

Seeing him rushing in through the car door, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt. He had the strength to be contemptuous. He almost destroyed an entire action team by himself.

The car door pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullets rained down at Night Owl like water. He was too anxious and completely jealous, because the team leader's chest did not rise or fall at all.

The Night Owl was agile and moved flexibly among the furniture in the house. With one final swoop, it broke open the partition window and hid inside the house. Bullets hit the walls and windows one after another, splashing up wood chips and glass fragments.

He was dodging while looking for an opportunity to counterattack. After all, there was another person outside the door.

Suddenly, Night Owl saw the moment when the car door was changing the magazine and took the opportunity to pounce like a cheetah.

The car door was startled and wanted to step back to avoid it, but it was too late. The night owl's fist hit the car door's chin with a sound of wind.

As the car door opened, my vision went dark and my body fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Click~!"

Night Owl did not stop there. He bent his knees and jumped up to kneel down. His two knees landed on the chest and left hand of the car door respectively, which instantly made a crisp sound. Then he punched the thumb of the car door and took away the pistol very smoothly. He picked up the magazine that fell on the ground and completed the fourth kill in the next second.

At this critical moment, the communicator, who had already called for support, chose to go in and take cover.

As a result, he saw the Night Owl pressing against the car door at a glance, and subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun, but did not pull the trigger, because there was a car door under the target, and he could not guarantee that his shooting skills would not cause accidental injuries.

The last person came in, and Night Owl had to give up the prey under him. Anyway, he had lost his weapon, so he took advantage of the moment when the communicator was hesitating and raised his gun to shoot.

The bullet penetrated the walkie-talkie on the communicator's shoulder, penetrated the shoulder, and hit the radio station behind his shoulder.

The influx of blood caused a short circuit in the circuit, which resulted in a crackling sound, along with smoke and the communicator falling to the ground.

"Xiao Qi~!"

This scene happened too quickly. The car door beneath him opened wide, and despite the severe pain all over his body and a shattered thumb, he grabbed the pistol that had been taken away from him, and using all his strength, he pointed the gun back at himself and lifted it up.

Both sides competed in ferocity, the veins on their foreheads bulged, but the situation gradually developed in a direction that was unfavorable to the car door.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the backyard.

Ye Xiao's heart tightened and he couldn't help but frown.

"Why is there more?" (End of this chapter)