My Steel Suit

The first batch of Mafia who rushed down, unprepared, received a wave of bullets from the front, and several lay down as soon as they faced each other.

The remaining people leaned down and squatted quickly, hiding behind the handrails of the stairs. The gorgeous and strong marble railing blocked some of the bullets for them.

But from time to time, someone was hit by bullets shot in the gap, and the Mafia were completely suppressed there, unable to raise their heads for a while, and were unable to fight back.

But soon, wave after wave of Mafia ran down from the second floor, using the stairs as a cover to attack Chen Mo and them.

Although Howard and a few people continuously killed the enemy who appeared in the head, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. Each of them hid behind the cover and fought fiercely with the opposite Mafia.

Xu is the rise of fighting, and Howard, who was afraid of death, moved out from behind Chen Mo and stood in the field grinningly. He moved towards the stairs and shot again and again, his eyes flashing with excited rays of light.

Everyone was hiding behind the bunker and shooting. Howard suddenly appeared and attracted the attention of several mafia. Upon seeing this, a robust man holding a double-barreled shotgun immediately moved the muzzle and pointed at Howard.

With a sound of “bang!”, there was a burst of fire from the muzzle. A dozen lead bullets filled in the No. 20 shotgun shells were scattered into a small piece, and they hit Howard’s chest and abdomen with a huge impact. Li threw him directly away.

Howard fell on the ground with a grin. The moment he was hit by a shotgun, it felt like he had been hit with a dozen punches at the same time, shaking his bones.

Too late to sigh for the defensive power of bulletproof armor, Howard rolled several times and hid behind a pile of sofas. The solid and heavy solid wood was enough to withstand the attacks of these small-caliber bullets.

The robust man who hit Howard just now widened his eyes and looked at Howard, who was okay. He wondered if he had filled in the wrong rubber bullets. Before he raised his gun again, he hit the corner. The bullet pierced his head.

More and more gunmen rushed down on the second floor, and the Dojo crowd was gradually suppressed, and they could only hide behind walls, pillars and other bunkers, and poked their heads to fight back when the firepower became weaker.

In fact, with Chen Mo’s strength, one person can quickly kill all these gunmen, but he hides in the corner of the hall and rarely makes any shots.

Most of Chen Mos attention is on the Alberts. When they stick their heads out of the bunker and are exposed to the fire from the opposite side, Chen Mo will pay close attention to the opponents gun Pointing to the mouth, when their heads are aimed, Chen Mo’s bullets will take the lead and kill the threatening gunman directly.

As for Howard was shot? As long as it is not attacking the head, Chen Mo is not a fatal attack.

He is not in a hurry to end the battle. Everyone in Dojo has a rare opportunity to participate in actual combat. It is just this opportunity to exercise them. Real-fire combat is the fastest way to grow.

With Chen Mos secret support, although several people were hit by the opposite side, they were not at all mortal danger. Occasionally there were bullets hitting the body. It just felt like they were punched. The place where it was shot was unscathed.

And their Spear Art are not weak. Although they are suppressed by the dense bullets on the opposite side, the firepower of the attack is reduced a lot, but they are still continuously killing the enemies upstairs, with fierce gun battles. Continuing, the mafia members who had been shot dead gradually lie on the large and gorgeous stairs.

There are fewer and fewer people rushing downstairs, but more and more people are killed. The mafia gunmen face these, although they are not many, but they have battle strength. The enemy, although still occupying a numerical advantage, the imposing manner is gradually weakened.

In such a fierce gun battle, one of my own has suffered heavy casualties, but the other side has no casualties. I feel that the companions around me are slowly decreasing, and the rest of the people can’t help but feel afraid, and the firepower also weakens. .

Huang Quan hid behind a thick marble column, quickly changing the magazine. In the fierce battle just now, with his keen response and precise Spear Art, he killed at least five enemy.

After replacing the magazine, Huang Quan keenly felt that the bullets hitting the marble pillar behind him were obviously sparser. Without wasting this opportunity, Huang Quan stepped out immediately, aiming at the opposite staircase with both hands. The enemy quickly pulled the trigger.

The first bullet hit the marble handrail of the stairs, cracking the smooth and gorgeous marble into a gap.

The second bullet that followed passed through the gap in the armrest and shot into the chest of a mafia hiding behind.

Two shots killed an enemy, Huang Quan immediately dodged and hid behind the marble pillar again, and a burst of dense bullets followed, flying the stone chips from the stone pillar.

Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen were not idle either. They also seized the opportunity of the weakening of the opponent’s firepower. They fired sharply and each killed an enemy.

It is the old Alberts performance that is a bit eye-catching. He originally hid in the corner of the wall on the side of the hall, with his back leaning against the wall, holding a pistol in both hands and holding a pistol to his ears, his elegant and calm face There was a touch of cold murderous aura on it.

Take advantage of the weakening of the firepower, he directly turned and flashed out, his hands stretched forward with the rotation of his body, his sharp eyes firmly locked on the enemy on the opposite staircase, two pistols They were fired almost at the same time. Under the impetus of the explosive gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the gun barrel in no particular order, and fired quickly toward the stairs with high-speed rotation.

On the stairs, two mafia are standing in front of the handrail, holding two Thompson submachine guns, and pouring bullets down with a grim look.

“pu! pu!” There were two bullets into the flesh, and blood spattered on their chests, groaned, and fell to the ground.

Albert’s gun-holding hands kept swinging, aiming and firing continuously, and at the same time he kept his feet moving quickly to the marble pillar on one side.

Albert can be said to be the best Spear Art apart from Chen Mo. With the double guns fired, the opposite Mafia fell one after another, and the opponents counterattack hit On him, it only made his body slightly stagnant.

When he hid behind the stone pillar again, the bullet in the gun just shot out.

The vigorous figure and calm demeanor made Chen Mo secretly nodded, who was always paying attention to the battlefield. He couldn’t help but think of Harry, the skilled and elegant gentleman in “Ace Agent”.

As for Howard, who is militant but afraid of death, he hides behind a pile of thick solid wood sofas and shoots upwards through the gap. The place he chooses is rather tricky, and the gunman on the opposite staircase is difficult. Aim at him, and he kept hiding there, shooting with excitement on his face, and the number of enemies killed was no less than that of old Albert.

A mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard who was hiding behind the sofa and quietly raised his gun at him.

Howard, who thought he was hiding well, didn’t notice it, and was still shooting with a gun.