When Michelle heard that the police were coming, she thought that the situation was getting worse and worse.

"Don't have a fight with the police, leave that."

"Can you kill the police?" asked his subordinate.

Michelle said without hesitation: "Yes."

In the lobby on the first floor, more than a dozen policemen rushed in and carried explosion-proof shields. They were at a disadvantage when they faced each other head-on.

The good thing is that the four gunmen are separated, two are behind the consultation counter and two are hiding behind the support column of the hall.

A gunman said: "Captain Michelle asked us to withdraw, Brooke, you attract some attention. They didn't notice my position. This angle can kill the police behind the explosion-proof shield!"

"When I fired, you took the opportunity to jump out and escape. Let's retreat in two directions and go upstairs."

"Ok, George." Brooke, who was hiding behind the counter, nodded and suddenly threw a flash bullet out.

"Sa!" The police team suddenly stopped and shot in Brooke.

There were also policemen who wisely threw two shock bombs behind the counter.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, George suddenly moved out from behind the pillar and raised his gun and was about to shoot.

He had a good marksmanship and was confident that he would sweep four policemen with shields to death.

At that time, the police will inevitably be in chaos and scattered to find cover, and he, Brooke and others can take the opportunity to go upstairs.

However, he thought very well, but unexpectedly, at the same time he poked out from behind the pillar...

A sudden sound rang in the stairwell on the first floor of the hospital.

"George!" The voice was very tender and cried.

George's face changed drastically, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother... don't come out!" He instinctively roared into the stairwell.

Six years ago, he was still a gang in Argentina, and the slum where he was located was full of poisons, drugs and gunfire.

Everyone has only one idea, that is, get rid of poverty.

Crime is like a common occurrence, and for the sake of money, he joined the gang and practiced shooting skills.

He was cruel and ruthless, murdered countless people, and soon became the strongest gunman in the gang, making a lot of money, and his family was lifted out of poverty.

But this is how people are, they will never be satisfied. He wants more, which eventually caused a full battle between the two gangs.

Compared to his own violence, his younger brother is a smart and well-behaved child. He is about to go to the United States to study for college, but he is involved in a gang war because of himself.

He asked his younger brother to hide in the money box, but he started a massacre.

However, when he heard that he was injured, the idiot ran out and shouted his name loudly with tears in his eyes.

In the end, my brother's neck was shot by the enemy, and blood stained the box of money red.

In that gun battle, he killed twenty-seven gunmen of the enemy like a devil and killed the enemy's boss.

He did not get more because the police came, and the police did not allow greater power in the slums than them.

In the end, he got nothing, lost money, lost his brother, lost gang, and lost everything.

He fled to Africa alone and became a wandering mercenary until he became a vassal of the Illuminati.

He thought he would forget his younger brother, but he didn't expect that when he heard the familiar shout, he still instinctively shouted: "Don't come out!"

"Bang bang bang!" The police's reaction was a beat slower, but George's reaction was much slower.

This was not six years ago, nor was it in Argentina. Although his brother's tone and accent were exactly the same, he was dead.

Why did my brother's voice come from the stairwell?

He responded instinctively, and his heart's hesitation made his gun lose its former accuracy.

The bullet passed over the policeman's head, which was ridiculously biased. Because George's eyes were all looking at the stairwell.

Even though he has experienced many battles, he is not as good as an ordinary person in this moment.

The police counterattacked slowly, causing more than a dozen bullets to pour on him.

"Puuu..." George was shot dead on the spot and fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

Until he died, his eyes were still looking at the stairwell, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to.

In fact, he had realized that this was probably the enemy's trick.

But he was still looking forward to the miracle, and maybe his younger brother suddenly ran out of the stairwell...?

At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, he really saw his younger brother, holding his hand in the darkness, walking towards a beam of light.

...

"What's going on? George is dead!"

George's death caused the other three gunmen to be in an embarrassing situation.

Brooke and another gunman both took the opportunity to rush out of the bunker, but George, a policeman, was killed but was instantly killed?

Who called George's name just now?

In George's experience, how could he look at the source of the sound in such an emergency?

"Are you a fool? If someone calls you, you have to agree?"

The other three teammates were so angry that they were crazy, but now is not the time to pursue this.

Brooke and another teammate were exposed to the police's gun, and one teammate was hiding behind the pillar next to George, but his position was exposed.

After all, no one expected that George himself, who had promised to fire the gun and evacuate it at the same time, was sent to him on the spot as the most critical part of the plan.

"Bang bang bang!" The police looked at the two gunmen who were also rushing out of the bunker and immediately turned the gun to shoot.

Brooke and his teammates came one after another, and when he heard gunfire sounds from behind, Brooke's body shrank instinctively.

He got stuck at an angle and let his teammates block the bullets behind him.

Teammates were shot dead on the spot, and Brooke took the opportunity to get behind another post.

"Brook, we are only two of us left. They know our location and be careful of the shock bomb."

Brooke recalled the glance he had just glanced and said, "Sixteen policemen, four at 10 o'clock, six at 12 o'clock, and the police chief is there too. There are six at 15 o'clock, right there..."

"We will take action at the same time. As long as you can help me delay them for a second, I can kill the police chief! They will retreat temporarily!"

Hearing Brooke's words, his teammates understood.

If the police officers who killed the other party would inevitably panic and would not run away. Some would withdraw and some would look for cover, and suspend firepower to suppress them.

The mercenaries knew exactly where to use as a bunker. As long as the police stopped suppressing and hid behind the bunker, they would be their turn.

He pulled out his saber, jumped high behind the pillar, stabbed it into a place more than two meters above the ground, and climbed with force and jumped suddenly.

He stabbed another knife at a height of 2.7 meters, and then hung in mid-air, jumping out on the pillar wall.

While leaping out, two shock bombs were indeed thrown behind the pillar, but this could no longer explode him.

The man leaped deep and was very high. When the police saw him again and raised the gun, he had already landed on the ground and rolled for two and a half weeks and reached behind the counter on the other side.

He performed his mission perfectly, giving Brooke an opportunity.

"Bang bang bang!"

The policeman's attention was implicated by him, and the bullet chased the man and shot him, but he didn't hit a single shot.

However, Brooke did not explode the police chief's big head as promised.

"Brook!!!" The teammate was trapped behind the counter and roared. Seeing the police throwing several grenades in, he had to stand up and shoot, but he was shot dead as soon as he showed up.

Brooke came to his senses when he heard his teammates die.

Because when he came out as planned, the gun would instantly lock the police chief's head.

Outside the hospital gate, a balloon seemed to float down from the second floor or higher.

When I was dodging my gun, I happened to see a white balloon in the air outside the hospital. The balloon was painted with a black pen and a smiley face. The hair on the smiley face was bald in the middle.

At that moment, he instinctively pointed the gun at the balloon, not the police chief's head.

"Bang!" He shot accurately and exploded the balloon.

This made Brooke smile from the bottom of his heart, and then he couldn't help but think of his childhood, his face stiff.

This balloon looks so familiar because he has painted almost the same smiling face.

He was only nine years old that year, and his father taught him to play with guns. Of course, he only used air guns, and used balloons as targets.

His father was an excellent special forces soldier who often went out to train or perform tasks.

What Brooke is most looking forward to every time, his father came back from vacation. At that time, his father would always bring the latest gun model and tell many thrilling and interesting battle stories, subtly cultivating his independent thinking and simple military literacy.

His combat awareness was the foundation laid at that time.

Sometimes he was angry when he didn't go home for a long time, so he drew his father's face on the balloon and used it to practice a gun.

But when his father came back, he would immediately be as happy as a fool. His father despised his ugly drawings, so he picked up the pen and added a few strokes on it, directly changing the face on the balloon into a laughing look.
To be continued...