Chapter 913 is not over yet
Late at night, in a villa on the outskirts of Paris, several armed guards were patrolling around. The conversations among them were mixed with Egyptian Arabic, Russian and even Albanian. Know how to communicate normally.
A bullet pierced the air silently. A guard turned his head and was about to say something to his companions, but he just missed the vital point.
The bullet flew past his ear and shattered the communicator hanging on his ear. The fragments pierced the skin and caused a slight sting.
The guard let out a light sigh, thinking he was bitten by an insect or something. When he reached out and touched it, he found that his hands were full of blood, and he screamed in horror.
"Enemy attack!"
"Be careful!"
"Be careful!"
"Where is he? Has anyone seen it?"
In The guards patrolling the front yard of the villa appeared to be very well-trained. They did not shoot back randomly. Instead, they immediately looked for bunkers and asked each other about the location of the gunman.
"Bang!" Following the faint sound of gunfire in the distance, another bullet hit the flower bed. The splashed gravel hit another guard who was trying to look around until his face was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground in pain. moaned.
"Shoot once and change places, shoot three times and then walk away. Shoot once and change places, shoot three times and then leave." Cassel kept mumbling and moved behind a pillar.
He was fine during the first shot, but his hands were shaking badly during the second shot. Now he was feeling flustered, short of breath, leg cramps, and all kinds of symptoms caused by stress.
At this time, Cassel understood the value of Jack's two consecutive headshots before, and also had a profound understanding of what it means not to challenge other people's majors with your own hobbies.
In fact, he is somewhat underestimating himself. If Jack saw this scene, he would be very pleased to pat his shoulder and tell him that being able to perform at this level at 300 yards is enough to become an assassin.
After taking several deep breaths, he fired his third shot at another guard who was trying to poke his head out. Cassel didn't even check to see if he was hit. He slung the L129A1 on his back, turned around, trotted back, and bent down to get into a room. Inside a Renault 5 electric car, it disappeared silently into the night.
The villa on the other side was completely in chaos. The two groups of people who were originally patrolling the garden at the back also hurried to the front yard and carefully used positions such as flowerbeds and pillars as bunkers to look for the attackers. location.
No more bullets were noticed for a long time. A guy who looked like a leader reported on the walkie-talkie, waved to several companions not far away, and shouted orders in Russian.
"Get a few people, go around and search in pairs, and be sure to find the sniper."
While the guards were pushing and shoving, they reluctantly assigned this dangerous person During the mission, no one noticed that they were paying attention. Two black figures quietly climbed in from the backyard wall and came over quietly.
"Puff, puff, puff!" The "Spotted Viper" equipped with a silencer in Jack's hand fired continuously as if there was no recoil.
The powerful 9X21mm pistol armor-piercing bullet specially developed by the Central Institute of Precision Mechanical Engineering of the former Soviet Union easily penetrated the soft body armor of these guards and drilled holes in their fragile flesh that were strong enough to A fatal bloody hole.
"What happened? Have you found the sniper?" Someone in the front hall of the villa noticed that something was wrong outside. He quickly looked outside and made a vague inquiry.
"Hi!" A greeting came from behind, and the man turned around in shock. In his last consciousness, he only saw a bald head that was still shiny and reflective even at night.
After twisting the opponent's neck 180 degrees, Frank reached out and took off the MP5 he was carrying, and fired at the corridor on the second floor.
An armed man who sensed something was wrong and walked out of the room to check the situation screamed and climbed over the railing, and his body fell to the floor of the hall.
"Bang!" A dull explosion sounded from underground. The whole villa seemed to be shaking. The lights went out in a flash, and the surrounding area fell into darkness.
“Call Team No. 1!”
“Squad No. 2.”
The intercom suddenly rang, and a frightened armed man hiding behind the stairs hurriedly tried to After turning off the sound, when he looked up again, he was shocked to find that the black hole of the gun was pressed against his forehead.
"Where are the two girls?" Jack asked in Russian.
Seeing the other person shaking his head desperately, he didn't know whether the guy didn't understand or didn't know, so he asked again in Arabic.
In response to him, he still shook his head desperately, and the words in his mouth seemed to be Albanian that he had not yet mastered. Jack pulled the trigger mercilessly, and turned the muzzle of the gun at a man from the basement. The figure that sticks out. "It's me." Brian said in a hoarse voice.
“I know.” Jack tilted the muzzle of his gun slightly, and the bullet passed by Brian’s ear, and shot a guy behind him who was trying to struggle to get up.
"They are not locked in the basement." Brian said without looking back.
"Not on the first floor either." Frank's big bald head flashed out from the corridor on one side, and in just a few minutes, he swept through all the rooms on the first floor.
The hearts of the three of them sank, and they all looked upstairs. Jack put a new magazine on his "Spotted Viper" and picked up an MP5 from the body, "Then find it first. Volkov."
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There was a buzzing sound, the backup generator started automatically, and the dim lights came back on in the villa. Jack just stepped into the corridor, and subconsciously Then he shrank back.
"Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat-tat!" A series of bullets scratched sparks on the wall, and a thin old man with sunken cheeks suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, holding an AK and shooting wildly at the opposite side.
"Sean, I know it's you! Come out! It's time to make a break!"
Jack tried to poke his head, but was instantly hit back by the dense bullets. He was a little confused. Asked, "Who is Sean?"
"Sounds like a fake name." Frank complained across from him.
Jack curled his lips, thinking that the name Frank Moses might be fake. He reached out from behind his waist and took out a rusty M84 shock bomb, and shook it at him, "Are you sure? Can this thing still work? ”
This shock bomb comes from the collection in Frank's safe house and is at least more than ten years old.
“You’ll know if you try it.” Frank changed the magazine for the Beretta 92F pistol in his hand.
Jack pulled out the ring and waved his hand. The M84 bounced a few times and landed at the feet of the little old man, but it just made a puff sound. It was indeed a squib.
"Hahaha, Sean, you are such a coward, why don't you stand up like a man!" The little old man was frightened, and then swiped at the other end of the corridor in retaliation.
“Puff!”
The gunshot suppressed by the silencer rang out from behind him, and the two sturdy bodyguards beside the little old man fell to the ground at the same time.
Brian, who climbed in from the balcony, shot two people down with two shots, and fired four more shots in his hand.
The scene in front of him was a replica of the one in the woods before. The little old man had a blood hole on his arm and knee, and he lay limply on the ground.
"Where are you hiding those two girls? Where is my granddaughter?" Frank stepped forward quickly and stepped on Volkov who was still trying to struggle, crushing his ribs. Creaking.
"You actually learned how to find help? Are you really old? What should I call you, Sean, George, Roger or Timothy?" Blood spilled from the corner of Volkov's mouth, and the stain on his face His expression was one of anger and laughter.
Frank shot him directly through the thigh.
"Frank, now my name is Frank, where are the two girls you kidnapped? You know the rules, tell me, and I can guarantee that you will live in prison for the rest of your life."
< br>Volkov twitched in pain, his mouth There was still a sinister smile on his face, "I don't want to live a long time ago. Send me to see Anna, just like you did to her."
"You messed with the wrong person, bastard." The furious Brian leaned over and dug his fingers into the wound on his arm.
"Ah! I will wait for you in hell, Frank!" Volkov screamed in pain, but a strange green color appeared on his face.
"Wait a minute." Jack tried to open his clenched teeth, but failed, so he simply smashed the gun handle down.
However, it was already too late. An unpleasant bitter almond smell came out of his mouth along with broken teeth and blood, and the three of them couldn't help but change their expressions.
“He prepared cyanide poison sacs in advance.” Jack subconsciously almost activated the healing technique, but stopped abruptly.
“This son of a bitch.” Frank, who always looked like a tough guy, also broke his guard at this time, with tears in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)