American comics: Kill people and you become stronger

The news of the death of the two people obviously alarmed the gunmen in Hermann Oude in the living room on the first floor. They were already on alert and immediately took out their weapons and aimed at the direction where the bodies fell to the ground.

"Someone breaks into the apartment, locks down the apartment, everyone is on alert"

"Monitoring room, issuing alert status"

"The guy is on the first floor of the stairs. He may be fleeing upwards, so everyone should pay attention."

The roars created a commotion, and sent messages to the control room through the communicator. The control room immediately pressed the alarm bell, putting everyone in the apartment on alert.

A dozen gunmen on the first floor gathered and aimed at At the corner of the stairs, they moved forward slowly.

They believed that no one could escape the gunfire from more than a dozen guns.

However, what they didn't know was that the enemy they were facing at this moment was not at all. Ordinary people.

Just a few meters away from the corner of the stairs, a handful of tiny gravels suddenly shot out like bullets. Caught off guard, the dozen gunmen didn't react at all and were shot through instantly. A layer of blood mist floated, and screams resounded.

Then a figure wearing a black sweatshirt with a hood and a mask whose face could not be seen came out and looked at the gunman who was lying on the ground screaming and still alive. , stepped forward, bent down, picked up two guns, pointed them at the foreheads, and pulled the trigger indifferently.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several gunshots, the figure turned towards someone on the first floor.

It was a long passage. At the end of the passage was a door, which was obviously the back door. There were several rooms on both sides of the passage. He passed by a room, raised his gun, pointed it at the door and pulled the trigger.

The bullet penetrated the door and also penetrated the head of a gunman who was ambushing behind the door.

After dealing with it, he turned around and returned to his original position.

While skillfully checking the two guns in his hands, he walked up the stairs and approached quickly.

When he reached the second floor, his eyes flashed slightly under the brim of his hat.

He looked at the passageway on the second floor above.

Without any hesitation, his legs suddenly exploded like a cheetah, and his body jumped into the air as he rushed to the second floor.

Rotating, there were more than twenty gunmen lurking on both sides of the wall, but before they could react, the person opened his hands and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang!

The muzzle of the gun continued to fire, and the bullets struck accurately.

The fatal parts of these gunmen, such as their foreheads, temples, eyes, etc.

, died instantly in less than two seconds.

Their bullet capacity was also exhausted.

Without too much hesitation, they turned around and continued towards the third floor.

As he marched forward and ran, he replaced the magazines on the two guns in his hands.

His movements were smooth and quick.

When he reached the third floor, he had already replaced the magazines.

When the killing began, he was like a god of death, accompanied by gunfire. , harvesting lives one after another, starting to kill one by one, these gunmen from Heman Oder have no way to escape, unless they jump from the building. However

, how can the gunmen who have not yet collapsed in morale choose to escape?

Their bullets are ruthless and their numbers have no effect on the mysterious enemy, because the movements are too fast for ordinary people to react, and the accuracy of their marksmanship is terrifying. , the bullets had already hit their foreheads.

The process lasted less than ten minutes.

All the gunmen in the apartment were killed, except for some of the female gangsters in the apartment, including the leader himself. In the office.

Perhaps Heman Od never thought that today would be the day they were destroyed.

The last picture he was shown was of the mysterious man wearing a black sweatshirt hood, black sweatpants, black gloves, and a mask. Man, shoot with precision or easily twist off the few core gunmen left in the office.

At the door, he held up the pistol that symbolized death, pointed the gun at himself, and the bright gunfire bloomed, and he also ushered in death.

In front of Herman Od's office, he glanced indifferently at Herman Od who was lying on the ground, and the corners of Bishaw's mouth curved under his mask.

Another good harvest day.

Instead of searching, he went to the control room on the third floor. In order to quickly kill all the gunmen, he raided in a blitzkrieg style. After killing several surveillance personnel in the control room, he continued to move up the apartment building one floor without stopping. rising.

Coming to the monitoring room, the current monitoring system basically uses VCR storage, that is, a video recorder. Of course, there are more advanced monitoring technologies, but it is obviously impossible for these gangsters to use these technologies.

That kind of technology can only exist in certain government agencies.

He found the tape, pulled it out, turned off the surveillance system, and left quickly.

Bishop knew that his killing spree in Queens would definitely attract great attention. Although there was heavy rain outside, the continuous gunshots might still attract attention.

He left decisively. The heavy rain would wash away all traces and smells belonging to him.

And just ten minutes after Bishop evacuated, police cars parked at the door of the apartment.

Boom!

At this time, the thunder in the sky became more and more violent, and lightning pierced the night, making this day even more weird.

The joint investigation team police officers, sergeants, and forensic scientists came down and started working in an orderly manner, setting up a cordon and surveying the scene.

Four people got out of one of the black Chevrolet SUVs, and they were FBI agents headed by Coulson.

These FBI agents were very patient and waited patiently for the on-site investigation. They did not take advantage of their status to go their own way.

It was not until the site investigation on the first, second, and third floors was completed that Coulson and several agents entered the scene under the leadership of Chief George. However, everyone put on shoe covers, gloves, and hats. The best thing is not to leave any unnecessary footprints or hair on the scene.

"Damn it, I have never seen such a weird scene."

Chief George, who was following Agent Coulson, frowned.

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