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Chapter 37 Conducting is an Art(2/2)

Gun, don't move rashly in the first round, just let other guys attack. The other team members will find bunkers separately. The purpose of the first round is not to kill the enemy, but to consume the gangsters' ammunition and gain opportunities for the guys on the blast wall." Xu Yifan arranged, he

The remaining seven people who had seen the gangsters on their mobile phones were on the other side of the iron gate. Thinking that they were swallowed by Xu Yifan's silkworms, they began to impatiently want to finish the battle. This is exactly what Xu Yifan thought, because this guy's experience value

Almost exhausted by the 'Scene Scan' skill.

"Sniper ready! Shoot!"

"boom!!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

"Da da da da da da da..."

"Bounce, jump, jump, jump..."

Everyone outside the Cointreau Hotel was startled by the sudden burst of gunfire inside the building. Not only the gunfire, but also the sound of explosions. Through the window, you could see the gunfire shining into a terrifying tongue of flames. As you can imagine

The fighting inside was brutal.

There was a sudden silence, and everyone outside the building held their breath nervously. The atmosphere was dead silent. I wonder what the situation is like inside?

Suddenly Xu Yifan's roar came from the intercom: "The guys behind the blast wall attack, hit the left side, concentrate your fire on the left side."

There was a moment of silence outside, and almost everyone heard Commander Xu Da's passionate roar over the intercom at the temporary headquarters.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" Everyone was changing bullets, but the police officer hiding behind the explosion-proof wall had not fired a single shot. At this time, everyone was attacking. In addition, although the smoke screen was vast, Xu Yifan's scanning eyes

'The commander immediately beat the gangsters into sieves.

"Peng!" With a loud noise, the main door of the Cointreau Hotel building was knocked open.

Downstairs, teams of policemen were taking aim. Everyone was nervously looking at the door where the smoke slowly dissipated. Reporters' cameras were also on standby, flashlights ready to move.

A burst of neat footsteps reminds me...
Chapter completed!
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