Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 21 He is already dead

Instead of rashly cutting off the corner, the enemy opted to plant mines.

According to the original tactical plan, "the boss" should immediately turn around and retreat to the next firing point, while Brandon should throw a grenade to a similar location for cover.

Brandon was already preparing to pull the pin the moment he saw the grenade being thrown in, even before it hit the ground.

When Milton saw this, he couldn't help but frown.

Because he didn't hear the enemy pull the pin... the grenade that was thrown in was likely a dud.

If the original tactical arrangement had been followed, the three would most likely have been able to safely retreat to the next firing point... But this also meant that the enemy had not only captured such an important defensive position as the stairwell without any losses, but had also used up their own limited number of throwables.

The further you retreat, the less room you have to maneuver!
Milton didn't have time to tell his teammates his judgment via walkie-talkie either. First, speaking would reveal information; second, there was too little time. A judgment can be made instantly, but transmitting information takes time!
It all depends on what the "boss" chooses... The chances are slim. Most people would find it hard to stay calm at this point, and making a choice that can save their lives is instinctive.

Milton regretted missing such a good opportunity and was already planning to retreat.

But the "boss" didn't behave as he expected. He didn't move the gun in the same direction at all, but simply stepped back with his right foot, casually mimicking the sound of footsteps.

He determined that it was a dud!
Milton perked up – what a great teammate!

The moment the footsteps sounded, a man carrying an AK-74 sped in, aiming the muzzle at the steps below, clearly intending to sneak up from behind.

But there was no one there!
Boom boom boom! Tap tap tap!
Gunfire erupted from three directions almost simultaneously, and Milton's first shot precisely pierced the enemy's heart!
The clean and swift kill bought the "boss" more time to retreat!

The "boss" pulled the trigger for less than half a second before turning around and retreating. Instead of going down the stairs, he climbed over the railing and planned to jump down.

After confirming that the enemy had been dealt with, Milton suddenly prepared to pull his gun back and re-aim at the doorway—the enemy with the AK-74 had chosen to quickly cut into a dangerous corner; although he died quickly, he had successfully diverted Milton and Brandon's guns.

In other words, now that no one is setting up guns at the entrance and exit of the stairwell, the remaining two enemies have a brief opportunity to break in.

But Milton was still a step too slow.

Two enemies had already made their infiltration. One, a burly man wielding an FNFAL and wearing heavy body armor, aimed at the "boss" who was about to come downstairs; the other opened fire to suppress Milton and his companion, who were running out of ammunition.

Bang! Bang... Clang!

All four fired their guns at the same time!
Several gunshots rang out, and plumes of white smoke rose from the burly man, Brandon, and the "boss" at the same time, accompanied by the sounds of bullets hitting the ceramic insert and the insert shattering.

Milton's bullet even hit the burly man's head, but unfortunately the angle of entry was too large, and the bullet bounced off the wall from the PASGT helmet he was wearing.

A ricochet... What a pity! If the angle had been a little better, and if he had been a little luckier, this big guy would have been blown to the head.

Once the opportunity is missed, it can never be regained. Milton was not upset. Seeing that his boss had already "gone downstairs," he immediately retreated, picked up a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it.

The enemy made the same choice, throwing a grenade downwards as well.

boom! boom!
Both grenades exploded simultaneously.

By this time, the three had already retreated from the stairwell and were now guarding the entrance and exit.

Without hesitation, Milton took out a stun grenade and a hand grenade, and threw them in forcefully in several stun grenades, hoping to buy himself some more breathing time.

The enemy acted faster and more decisively than he had imagined. Not only did they dare to organize a counterattack after being ambushed, but they even hit the "boss" with more than one shot.

Milton turned on the walkie-talkie and said quickly, "The enemy has two combat personnel left, in good condition. We initially suspect that one of them used a level 4 inserter, and our rifle bullets cannot effectively kill his torso."

"The rest of the team members will now report their injuries."

"Brandon received. Shot in the chest, but unharmed. Over."

It's normal for an AK-74 to be unable to penetrate level 3 armor when firing ordinary rounds.

A second later, the "boss's" panting voice came through the radio: "I've been hit in the back by two or three M80s... The pain is extremely intense and should significantly affect my mobility."

Milton frowned upon hearing this.

It's not a fatal injury... but the situation is not optimistic!

Body armor is for saving lives, especially when facing bullets with its maximum protection limit; it can never leave you unharmed.

It's important to know that even the most classic "broken rib" is classified as a minor injury or slight injury in medical terms.

But how can you fight with broken ribs?

The "boss's" injury was certainly less serious than a broken rib, but it was still not good news. At the very least, this injury had seriously affected his combat ability.

Milton himself was also injured... The enemy doesn't know how many more projectiles they have... Enemy level 4 plates are basically unharmed when facing our intermediate-power rounds...

Difficult.

This is Milton's assessment of the battle situation after considering all the information.

numerical superiority? In many cases, wounded soldiers can even have a negative effect!
Moreover, Milton was also injured.

What other options are there... how can we turn the situation around?
Just as Milton was trying to think of a solution, he saw a grenade being thrown down.

Even with only two men remaining, the enemy still chose to attack... It seems they also realized that their opponent was on the verge of collapse.

Milton sighed inwardly, took out the grenade, quickly pulled the pin and threw it, then planned to retreat into the bedroom.

Milton was in such poor condition that he couldn't tell whether the enemy hadn't pulled the pin or he hadn't heard the pin being pulled.

Such a potentially lethal firing point was thus forced to be abandoned.

The three of them set off and retreated towards the bedroom.

However, at this moment, an unexpected event occurred.

During the retreat, the injured "boss" suddenly stumbled and failed to keep up with the group!

The grenade exploded in the blink of an eye. With that slight stumble, the "boss" lost his chance to regroup with his teammates and could only turn and flee towards the nearest pharmacy...

It was a simple room type!
Milton hid in his room, and as he heard two grenades explode at the door, his spirits sank to rock bottom.

Already at a disadvantage, they were further divided... If the enemy got this information, what they would do next would be very simple—block Milton's room door while simultaneously flooding the "boss's" room with grenades!

Simple room layouts make it impossible to avoid the pitfalls of competitors...

After dealing with the "boss," use the advantage of the number of projectiles to gradually kill Milton and Brandon in the room.

If Milton and Brandon were to rush out to provide assistance, it would be tantamount to forcing themselves to take on the offensive in a disadvantageous situation, which would only lead to their faster demise.

The only good news is that the other party doesn't know this information yet... but they won't be long before they do.

At this moment, Milton was truly in dire straits.

Actually... Milton still has one last desperate measure, but that would depend on the sacrifice of his teammates.

It wasn't that Milton's Mother hesitated at crucial moments, but rather that he wouldn't place his hopes on the voluntary sacrifice of others.

That's too unreliable.

If this decision leads to infighting within the team, the battle will be decided immediately.

Brandon was panicking: "What do we do?! He, he's outside..."

They could hear the footsteps of two enemy soldiers gradually approaching...

Suddenly, the boss's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"We can't wait any longer. The enemy doesn't know our location yet. If I move out now, you can attack their flanks... at least one flank."

If we wait any longer, and the other side gets the information, the three of us will be completely doomed!

Brandon's eyes widened: "But..."

"I'll pull it out in two seconds. Good luck, friends."

A flicker of shock crossed Milton's eyes, but he didn't have time to think. He immediately raised his gun and rushed towards the door.

Da da da da da…

The sound of MP5 submachine guns rang out. The two men outside the door were clearly not expecting the enemy to appear in the room, which was easy to attack but difficult to defend. Under pressure and unexpected circumstances, their coordination inevitably failed. The two men turned around and fired back at the same time. No one was holding the door of Milton's room anymore!
bang bang bang...

Under the barrage of FNFAL and AK-74 fire, fragments of the "boss's" bulletproof vest flew everywhere, lasting less than half a second before he fell silent.

Generally speaking, if the barrier makes a lot of noise, it means that the kinetic energy has been successfully dispersed, and the block is likely to be successful.

Conversely, if there is no movement, it means that the attack has been breached.

Almost simultaneously, Milton and Brandon had also drawn their guns, their Type 56 assault rifles and Type 81 rifles spitting fire as bullets rained down on the two enemies who had exposed their sides.

The enemy wielding the AK-74 fell instantly, while countless plumes of white smoke erupted from the heavily armored man—he intended to use his heavy body armor to turn around and counterattack!

But his attempt failed.

Milton's 7.62x39mm Type 56 bullet burrowed into the gap in the insert plate and struck his right shoulder from the side. The bullet tumbled almost all the way from his shoulder to his chest, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

The only fighter jet has been captured!
Milton calmly pulled the trigger and saw that the man was still trying to reach for his pistol with his left hand after losing his right. He turned the gun and fired the last bullet from the magazine into the strong man's left arm, turning it into pieces.

The burly man collapsed.

The gunfire stopped.

In two seconds, three people fell; the losers were all wiped out, and the winners suffered a Pyrrhic victory. This is CQB, this is the meat grinder.

"Boss!" Brandon threw his rifle to the ground and stumbled towards where his boss had fallen. "You motherfucker...you, you! You..."

He wanted to call the "boss" an idiot, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Because if the "boss" were a "smart person," then the three of them would be the ones dying today.

These are Brandon's friends who have been through thick and thin with him for many years, made money together, succeeded together, and failed together.

"Shut...up, listen to me." The "boss" coughed up a mouthful of blood. "4 Green Leaf Street, District 2, my...money, it's there. Let's talk about the inheritance first, then the last words, so you don't have to guess halfway through after I'm gone. How about that, am I smart?"

Brandon was trembling all over and had no time for jokes. He unfastened his worn-out tactical vest and saw the shredded, bloody pulp. He felt a chill run down his spine.

"Wait...wait a minute, I know a shady clinic that stays open late at night, and the doctor there is very good at treating gunshot wounds. Hold on, don't fall asleep! There'll be a way!"

“Listen, I… I have to say.” The “boss” turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the banknotes on the pharmacy’s cash register, and gave a reluctant and helpless smile. “Sigh, we are not lacking in diligence. I hope you can have more luck than me, my friend.”

After saying that, the "boss" closed his eyes.

“No…you fucking get up! Get up…” Brandon completely broke down, his eyes red, lunging at Milton, “Tourette, give me a tourniquet! Hurry…”

Milton gripped the 81 bar, remained silent for two seconds, and said in a complicated tone, "He's dead."

Upon hearing this, Brandon roared and turned to pounce on the burly man on the ground.

He lifted his helmet and punched the burly man in the face.

Seeing the burly man cough up blood and his lips move, Brandon delivered another punch.

He had no interest in hearing about the other person's hardships and struggles.

Brandon simply punched the burly man in the face, venting his anger.

Phew…puff…

The sound of fists smashing into flesh echoed through the basement.

Puff... Puff!

Watching Brandon numbly throw his fist, and seeing the unrecognizable corpse, Milton stood in the darkness, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy:
"He is dead."

(End of this chapter)