I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Just as the other party was about to reach the stairs, Serabelle quickly dodged and turned on the flashlight in her hand.

Flashbang!

The sudden bright light illuminated the faces of the winery members and also blinded their 24K krypton gold eyes.

"You moth..."

Before he could finish his words, a powerful punch came at him, breaking his nose and knocking the rest of his words back into his stomach.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the winery member was stunned by the attack, Serabelle pulled him up and slammed his head against the wall, making him dizzy. Then she stabbed his throat from bottom to top with her backhand, and covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from struggling, until he completely lost his voice.

Thirty seconds into entering the building, two of the five people were gone.

Chapter 103 Yukiko's Superb Ventriloquism Performance

The body fell to the ground, and warm blood spread along the floor bit by bit.

Yukiko hid in the corner near the door from beginning to end and witnessed the whole process.

But surprisingly, she did not show much disgust. Instead, she calmly accepted the fact that Serabelle killed the enemy in front of her.

Even Yukiko herself couldn't explain why.

Perhaps it is because it is not so clear in the low light environment at night.

Or maybe it's because he deeply understands that it's a life-and-death relationship with the other party, and there is no such thing as mercy from the very beginning.

By the way, looting is a good habit.

After touching the first corpse, Serabelle had almost figured out the habits of where these winery members carried their weapons, and he easily searched the second person and found a pistol, tactical flashlight and dagger.

Including the one they seized from Vermouth at the beginning, they now have a total of three pistols and three magazines.

Serabelle unloaded the magazine from the pistol she found on the second person, added an extra one and gave them all to Yukiko for self-defense. Then she threw the empty pistol back on the body, leaving only the pistol and the only magazine in it on herself.

It stands to reason that handing weapons to someone who doesn't know how to use them is a very dangerous thing, but since Yukiko said that she had learned a little about this when she was filming a movie before, he just took it as the case.

I have never eaten pork but I have always seen pigs running away.

Even if you can't drain the water when turning, can you still speed up on a straight line?

When we meet, I fire seventeen rounds in two seconds, empty the magazine, and then splash water and that's it.

As long as the firepower covers a large enough area, we will always be able to hit the target.

Although she had never pulled the trigger of a gun at anyone, the current extreme situation did not allow Yukiko to think too much.

After loading the magazine and confirming that it was loaded, she held the gun with both hands and glanced at Serabelle.

Meaning - what to do next?

Serabelle thought about it seriously, pointed to the stairs, and indicated that she would explore the way first, and just follow carefully and report any situation at any time.

Yukiko nodded and understood.

However, as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.

Just as the two were discussing what to do next, there was another noise coming from down the stairs.

That was the member of the winery who had searched the third floor with the second person who was killed. The sound of Serabelle pushing the person against the wall was too obvious in the dead silence, and the other party followed the sound.

"Charles, Leon? Are you guys up there?"

At the bottom of the stairs, he tentatively called out the names of the two unlucky guys who had been sent away as they came up. His voice, spoken in English with an accent from somewhere in America, echoed in the darkness.

About two or three seconds later, the calm and low voice of the leader sounded over the radio.

"what happened?"

“Report, Charles went to the fourth floor to look for Leon, but they seem to be silent now…”

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a strange sound coming from the wall above his head.

It sounded a bit like the sound of plungers sucking each other, or the sound of slippery hand soap being stirred in a container, with a hint of a charming female voice mixed in.

"Hmm...ahhh...mm...hmm..."

???

The man in the black suit, who was on high alert a second ago, was suddenly filled with questions.

Who can tell him why such a sound would come from a place like this?

During the BYD mission, after you have finished the area you are responsible for, you start to practice your grip strength right away, relying on the fact that no one will see you at night, right? And there are two of you doing this together?

No wonder he was in such a hurry to run to the fourth floor, why didn’t he bring one of his brothers with him?

"No, it's okay. I roughly know where they are. Boss, you continue over there. I'll go find them."

He hastily hung up the call, turned on the tactical flashlight in his hand, strode up the stairs, and prepared to give a big surprise to his brothers who were practicing their grip strength.

The bright light brushed past the corner of the stairs.

Just as the man in the black suit was expecting the next scene to appear before his eyes, which should be the two colleagues blushing, embarrassed and frantically hiding their guns in their pockets, a dagger with a slightly bloody smell swept across in the darkness.

He didn't even see clearly what happened, he just felt a pain in his throat, and then some liquid seemed to flow out of the incision.

I touched it and it was still hot.

Is it...blood?

Barely having time to figure out the problem, the man in the black suit stumbled and slid down little by little with his back against the wall. The tactical flashlight in his hand fell off and hit the ground with a clatter. He died as worthless as a cannon fodder soldier who hid in the corner with a hot pot and tried to launch a sneak attack on Astarte, but was killed by Astarte with a single blow without even a glance at him.

Yukiko, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the boy against the wall, put down the back of her hand which had turned a little red from being sucked, lowered her voice and leaned over to take a look.

"nailed it?"

……

On the other side, on the second floor of the building, the team leader was silent for a while as he spoke into the intercom in his hand, which was no longer able to receive any sound. He switched the channel to a personal call and connected the channel of the team members who were going to search the first floor.

"Once you've searched the first floor, come and meet me at the second floor staircase on the east side."

"Yes."

Two minutes had passed since they entered the building. Although a single person's search would not be as fast as a two-person search, considering that a two-person search was for increased safety and they were essentially acting together, the time spent would not be much different.

Just ten seconds after the call ended, a group of footsteps ran up the stairs on the east side of the second floor of the building.

He was a member of the winery team other than the leader. He had just finished searching the first floor and headed straight to the second floor.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Maybe something went wrong."

There was no need to use a knife or a walkie-talkie as they were face to face, so the leader put the walkie-talkie back into his waist and changed to holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other.

"Since a minute ago, there has been no news about the other three except you and me. I suspect they may have already... Never mind. It's better to be cautious."

"bright……"

Bang bang bang bang!

Before he could finish his words, a burst of extremely violent gunfire broke the silence between the floors.

That was a style of shooting where he pulled the trigger without even aiming. The dazzling flame from the gun burst out in the darkness like a firework, instantly illuminating a corner of the second floor.

More than a dozen bullets landed evenly distributed in a circle and covered the two people at the stairs.

The winery member who had just managed to reunite with his team leader was unlucky and got shot in the head on the spot.

The team leader reacted quickly, raising his arms to block the attack in front of him. A stray bullet hit his left hand holding the gun, and the pistol immediately flew out of his hand.

Most of the remaining bullets hit his chest, making a clanging sound, and the huge impact force caused him to fall backwards.

This suppressive shooting lasted for five or six seconds before it stopped.

Until all the bullets in the pistol were emptied, Serabelle reloaded the bullets and made a faint complaint.

"You're still wearing a bulletproof vest? How can you be so shameless..."

Chapter 104 This thing is much more useful than a pistol

The continuous suppressive shooting filled the dim air with dust and smoke, making visibility worse and even normal breathing a luxury.

The leader endured the severe pain caused by the bullet impact and coughed loudly, rolling under the nearest desk as quickly as possible, while making a mocking sound in American English.

"Ahem, ahem... What's going on? The FBI can't even afford to buy bulletproof vests for its own lackeys... ahem!"

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have made any sound to expose his position in such a poor visibility environment.

However, the hand holding the gun was hit by a bullet, and even the gun fell to an unknown place. It is very likely that he will have to engage in close combat with the enemy later.

In this case, instead of holding back in silence, it is better to clear out the dust inhaled into the nasal cavity as quickly as possible. The purpose of making sarcastic remarks is to use speaking to adjust and test the state.

Otherwise, if you hold your breath and wait until the fight starts and suddenly you can't breathe or can't help coughing, you're doomed, because the enemy won't give you time to adjust.

"Oh, that's not what I meant..."

Serabelle felt that her words seemed to have been misinterpreted.

When he said the team leader was shameless, he didn't mean that the other side had no martial ethics and wore bulletproof vests and refused to compete fairly with him, but that the three people he had killed and looted before did not seem to be wearing bulletproof vests at all.

As a result, it happened to me... Wow, I was wearing a bulletproof vest tightly under my suit.

So you keep the good stuff for yourself and don’t give it to other brothers, right?

Well, it doesn’t matter.

After thinking about it and feeling that there was no need to explain any more, Serabelle strode forward and raised her hand and fired two shots.

The bullet fired at high speed pierced through the smoke, leaving a faint track in the air, and the next moment it effortlessly penetrated the baffle in front of the desk where the team leader was hiding.

There were two more clanging sounds of metal clashing against metal, and the team leader, who had been recovering his strength under the desk the previous second, was directly knocked out, rolling and crawling in a state of embarrassment.

Of course, this is just the surface.

His real purpose was to reach the body of his teammate at the stairs.

The team leader's own pistol had fallen somewhere in the sudden gunfire, but his teammates' pistols were still in their waist holsters.

As long as I can get there...

"No, you don't." Serabelle raised her gun and shot.

boom!

Another gunshot was heard, and a brilliant spark exploded on the ground less than thirty centimeters in front of the leader.

He immediately shrank his head and rolled backwards, dodging three bullets in succession while being accidentally hit by two more bullets on the outside of his thigh and buttocks, leaving two more bloody holes.

Hiding pretty fast...

Serabelle sighed inwardly.

Both sides understand each other's thoughts very well.

Serabelle wanted to directly blow up the leader's head.

The team leader wanted to wait until the bullets in Serabelle's pistol were exhausted, and then take advantage of the opportunity to reload to close the distance and engage in close combat.

Indeed, he is worthy of being a team leader. In terms of height and muscle circumference, he is much stronger than the several winery members he met before. In terms of physique, Serabel can basically be said to be completely defeated. If they really fight in close combat, he will definitely suffer in terms of strength.

But if you think you can easily deal with the former Fog City Ripper just by doing this, isn't that a bit too contemptuous? !

Thinking of this, Serabelle no longer hesitated to use the remaining bullets, and pulled the trigger repeatedly while approaching step by step.

Before, after he realized that the team leader was wearing a bulletproof vest, he had been trying to shoot him in the head, but the opponent was very skilled and dodged left and right in the rain of bullets in the dark environment, so he didn't inflict a fatal wound on him and was thinking of counterattacking in close combat.

In that case, I might as well break both of your legs!

Gunshots rang out continuously, and several bullets quickly hit the leader's legs. One of them even blew a hole in his right heel.

The pressure was instantly put on the team leader.

Of course, if he continues like this, Serabel's bullet stockpile will soon run out, but his legs will also be crippled...or rather, one of his legs is already nearly crippled.

So even if he can finally get to close combat, how can a person with crippled legs be able to fight?

But the leader continued to endure.

Serabelle was holding a Glock 17, a magazine of which could hold up to seventeen rounds, and thirteen rounds had been fired so far.