District 9

In the corridor on the third floor, Zhou Zheng glanced around with sweat on his forehead and whispered to Lin Chengdong: "Brother, I'll give you a difficult task. Find the loser next to Kim Tae-soo and lure him over."

"How difficult it is for me!" Lin Chengdong looked at him cautiously and scolded: "Old Jin may have suspected it. You asked me to lead you, why don't you go yourself?"

"When the hell did this happen? We've been sleeping together for so long, and you and I still don't have the same mind?"

"Don't say it's useless, we must be together."

"...I'm sorry!" Zhou Zheng was about to reply when he vaguely saw a light appearing at the corner of the corridor.

Lin Chengdong's nervous forehead was sweating, and he reached for his waist. Because he is Zhou Zheng's assistant, he is qualified to enter with a gun.

"Lao Zhou, is it Lao Zhou?" The middle-aged man who often gave advice to Kim Tae Soo shouted with a flashlight.

Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up, he waved his hands and shouted: "What the hell, what's going on? Why was there shooting downstairs and the lights went dark?!"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked at the two of them defensively.

Zhou Zheng lowered his head and said quickly to Lin Chengdong: "Get him."

…

After the defensive area in the stairwell was penetrated, the security side actually had no ability to defend anymore. Firstly, there are too many people attacking below, and they are prepared in advance. Night vision goggles and small attack weapons are also available; secondly, the number of security guards upstairs is fixed, and the companions below have been separated, and there are currently no Effective support methods.

Therefore, with the gun-borne howitzers clearing the way, Yao Jingzhong, Ma Laoer, and the people from District 8 rushed to the third floor in the blink of an eye.

Again, there is no marksmanship or technical tactics involved in close combat, it relies on courage and reaction.

The two groups of people stood in the corridor and fought fiercely with each other for less than twenty seconds. They actually suffered heavy losses, nearly one for one. None of the remaining security personnel retreated, and they were all beaten to death at the entrance to the corridor and lobby. And half of the people brought by District 8 were killed. Many people were shot to death when they rushed in.

After the security personnel cleaned up, the captain of the operation team of District 8 immediately shouted: "Disperse and shoot the target quickly."

"Second brother, you are on the outside, I will go deep." Yao Jingzhong gave Ma Laoer a relatively easy job, because the cost of rushing in is probably being held back, unable to get out, and eventually falling behind. Or get shot.

Ma Laoer was considered a battle-hardened character on the ground, but when he came here, he saw that these people engaged in military intelligence were much more ruthless than him.

After the operation captain of District 8 rushed into the room, he shot three targets in a row relying entirely on his memory. One of the old men looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old, and he was accompanied by a little boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. But after the latter caught him, he didn't even hesitate and shot them both. die.

This kind of tool-like massacre made the newcomers who were temporarily transferred in very uncomfortable.

In the corridor.

Ma Laoer and his men walked quickly to a guest room near the stairs. He raised his leg and kicked the door open: "Whoosh!"

Baojun heard the sound and entered the room.

"Kang Kang!"

Two gunshots sounded suddenly, and a burst of white smoke burst out of Baojun's chest.

Liu Zishu reacted quickly, grabbing the collar of Baojun's neck and pulling him back.

"Da da da!"

Baojun backed away and fired several shots at the bedside, suppressing the opponent's bodyguards so that they did not dare to show their heads.

"Snapped!"

The young man outside grabbed Lei and threw him into the room.

"Fight, kill!"

The two men hiding behind the bed and sofa shouted in Japanese and rushed forward like crazy.

A row of D's swept over and the two of them were knocked down on the spot.

Baojun rushed into the room again and found a person behind the cabinet.

This is a woman, about thirty years old, wearing a very luxurious evening dress, with a look of horror on her face. After seeing Bao Jun, she immediately raised her hands and said in broken Chinese: "Let... let me go... I ... I have Chinese ancestry, I am good... Please don't kill me."

Baojun hesitated when he saw that the other party was a woman and looked at him with innocent eyes.

There is no hatred between the two parties, they have not even met, and the other party really looks like an ordinary wealthy businessman.

When the woman saw Baojun hesitate, she knelt on the ground with a grunt, grabbed his thighs with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Please, let me go, no one will know, please...!"

The woman's expression was frightened, crying, and pitiful.

Liu Zishu also recognized at a glance that the woman was on the shooting list, but he was also a little uncomfortable with it.

At this moment, Ma Laoer, Guan Qi and others had returned the same way after dealing with the targets in the room next to them.

"Shoot, what are you talking about?!" Ma Laoer, wearing night vision goggles, saw Baojun blocking the opponent against the wall, but couldn't see clearly that the target was a woman, so he pulled his neck and urged.

Baojun gritted his teeth and lowered the muzzle of his gun to fight.

"I...I beg you, my dad is over eighty years old. He can't come. I am attending this reception on his behalf...it has nothing to do with me...!" The woman kowtowed. .

Baojun was startled again.

At this moment, something no one expected happened. Guan Qi had a gloomy face, rushed into the room quickly, raised his arm directly, and pulled the trigger without blinking.

"Kang Kang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the gun shot through the other person's head, splattering two large pools of bright red blood on the wall, and the woman's pleading stopped abruptly.

Guan Qi turned and glanced at Baojun: "Don't hesitate, it will kill everyone."

Baojun turned to look at him, said nothing, only nodded.

Ma Laoer looked at Guan Qi's profile and was obviously startled, and then urged: "Quickly go!"

After everyone left, Baojun and Liu Zishu couldn't help but look back at the dead woman, while Guan Qi ran forward at a fast pace, pointed at the room on the left and shouted: "There are people here too."

…

On the third floor, at the fire exit door.

Lin Chengdong held the middle-aged man who usually followed Kim Tae-soo hostage with a gun, and together with Zhou Zheng, they got him into the iron gate.

The middle-aged man's mouth was covered, and he said indistinctly: "You...you really have a problem...Lao Jin's suspicion is...!"

Zhou Zheng turned his head and looked around, pulled out the belt simply and roughly, and strangled the opponent's neck very decisively.

Although Lin Chengdong had long seen that Lao Zhou was not a good bird, he was still a little surprised when the other party took action so decisively.

Zhou Zheng was very fat, but his movements were very flexible. He held on to the belt with both hands, strangling the opponent's eyes upwards, his whole body twitching, and he slowly stopped struggling.

"Where are the chicken feathers? Help!" Zhou Zheng turned around with sweat on his face and urged.