Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

"Get down!"

Captain Zhao was the first to recover from his shock. As he shouted this, he lunged up the steps and landed face-first on the surface.

My chin hit the edge of the step and it hurt terribly; my teeth clashed together with a sharp sound.

The figures of several people in the stairwell all shrank in that instant.

Bang bang bang bang!

At the very second they crouched down, a series of booming sounds came from the second floor.

The sound echoed in the narrow stairwell, becoming even more oppressive.

The machine gun sounded like it wasn't firing at a fast rate, but the loud noise was enough to demonstrate the enormous kinetic energy carried by each bullet.

The sound of bullets tearing through the air followed closely behind the gunshots, whizzing past everyone's heads and striking the stairwell walls.

Captain Zhao cursed inwardly. Said was right upstairs, yet he claimed he hadn't seen him.

Even if Said is hiding, it at least means there are no other soldiers upstairs.

With the sound of Said's gunshot, the Dragon Club will definitely be on their way soon. We can't delay any longer!

"The M249's armor-piercing capability is average. There are still five people in the team. If we tough it out, we might have a chance to charge in," Captain Zhao thought to himself.

At this moment, another member of Fengming Team One was lying on the wall, less than a meter away from the tall man's body.

He glanced at the tall corpse lying slumped on the steps. The man's posture was contorted, his head tilted to one side, half of his face was broken, and his body was still convulsing slightly.

The team member hesitated for a moment, then began to crawl slowly in that direction, alternating between his elbows and knees as he shuffled forward on the steps.

Just as Captain Zhao was about to order a full-scale assault, he noticed his movement and yelled, "Stop looking!" His voice was drowned out by the machine gun fire. "He's dead! Come back!"

The team member, perhaps not hearing Captain Zhao's words, didn't stop moving at all.

He moved closer to the tall man, grabbed his shoulder, and flipped him towards himself.

The tall man's body was very heavy, and it took some effort to turn him over. A large part of the right side of his head was gone, and the wound was extremely gruesome.

The team member stared at the wound for a few seconds, then reached out and touched the area next to the tall man's head. He didn't hesitate even when his fingers touched the sticky, disgusting substance.

He felt something hard embedded in the edge of the wound, and pried it out with his fingernail. It was a small piece, covered in blood, which he held between his fingers.

The team member looked for a few more seconds, then his face darkened, and he quickly climbed back.

He crawled up to Captain Zhao and showed him his palm.

A small metal block lay in my palm. The bullet was deformed, but its general outline was still intact. Blood was still on its surface, and the warm blood was gradually cooling down.

The team member said, "Captain, this isn't a .556 bullet. I felt something was off about the gunshot just now. Look at this."

Captain Zhao took the bullet and weighed it in his hand.

"762mm bullets." Captain Zhao's pupils contracted slightly. "He's using a 762mm machine gun?"

Captain Zhao thought for a moment and realized that very few players in the player world used machine guns because they were too cumbersome. Everyone came up to scavenge for supplies, and very few people would carry a machine gun around.

"PKM machine gun?" Captain Zhao thought for a moment and finally remembered.

The team member nodded, and Captain Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

The PKM light machine gun uses 7.62mm full-power ammunition, which is completely different from the 5.56mm small-caliber ammunition used by the M249.

After a 5.56mm bullet penetrates a body armor vest, the remaining kinetic energy is limited. Even if it's a level 5 bullet hitting level 5 armor, it would take several shots to penetrate it, so they can still withstand it.

However, the 7.62mm bullets fired by the PKM have ridiculously strong penetrating power within their effective range. Even if the bulletproof plates withstand the impact, the kinetic energy transmitted from the bullet upon impact with the plates is enough to break several of a person's ribs.

No wonder the tall guy's head exploded from that shot. If a PKM was positioned at that stairwell, anyone who charged would be killed.

If it's a light machine gun like the M249, there's still a way. When charging, two people can draw the fire first, and the others can rush up during the reloading interval. At most, one or two people will be lost before they can get through.

But the PKM is no good. At such close range, hitting a body armor is like hitting a piece of paper. No one dares to say they can withstand it.

Captain Ma climbed halfway up from below and shouted in a low voice, "Captain Zhao, Long Teng must have heard the gunshots over here! We don't know where they are, but they're definitely rushing this way. We don't have time to lie here!"

Captain Zhao nodded, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. He had no choice but to take a gamble.

"How many projectiles do we have?" Captain Zhao asked quickly.

"Our mission reported to our superiors this time is to negotiate with Said. They didn't approve that many projectiles, so I only have a smoke grenade," Captain Ma said, looking embarrassed.

"I have another grenade here," Captain Zhao said somberly.

"Never mind, let's take a gamble. At worst, we'll die and be resurrected, but if it succeeds, we can become famous and ride the wave of popularity!" Captain Zhao gritted his teeth and encouraged everyone.

Bang bang bang bang bang! Click!

With a crisp sound, PKM's furious roar finally stopped briefly.

Saeed began loading his machine gun.

puff!

A cloud of white smoke exploded at the top of the stairs on the second floor, instantly obscuring the view of half the room.

However, the anticipated charge did not occur; the plume of smoke remained undisturbed and quietly gathered there.

"It got away?" The thought had barely crossed Said's mind when he saw a black object fly out of the smoke and head straight for him.

boom!

The grenade exploded in the very center of the room. Without information about Said's exact location, this was the safest option.

They didn't seek to inflict damage, only that fleeting moment of opportunity.

Sure enough, the moment the fireball exploded, Saeed's hand movements were a beat too slow.

Then, two people suddenly sprang out of the smoke, running headlong to the left and right sides of the room, firing their guns haphazardly as they ran.

Immediately afterwards, several more people appeared in a line, running headlong in different directions. Even Sayed couldn't see clearly how many people rushed out of the smoke at first.

These people didn't even aim properly; they just held their guns and fired wildly in front of them, managing to burst out of the smoke.

Click!

"Overestimating yourself!" Said his voice, and the drum was finally reloaded.

He turned his gun around, ready to end this farcical battle, only to find that everyone had simultaneously lunged and fallen to the ground.

But on the second floor of this substation, apart from some tables and chairs, there really wasn't any decent cover.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets swept through the room again.