"Hey! Old guy! Hand over the money from you!"

The little black gangster holding the gun was shaking his body constantly, as if he had hyperactivity. The action of holding the gun was just a layman-his hand was holding the gun, and he was holding it diagonally.

This way of holding guns is like most of the rebel militias in Africa. Soldiers in armed organizations like to hold the AK47 sideways and fire them, and the bullets fly out. The failure is not based on the accuracy of the head but luck.

In fact, he didn't know at all, this kind of **** action in the eyes of a special forces soldier was like a piece of fat sent to the mouth of a lion. If Connor was not on the mission, he might not help but slap them. , Teach this incompetent guy how to hold a gun.

In the eyes of Qin Fei in the distance, the movements of the black people are always so rhythmic, and a robbery is like a hip-hop.

What worries Qin Fei the most now is that Connor can’t help but do it. After all, he has already gotten two feet, and there is an m1911 pistol pointed at his head. No one knows if this idiot in front of him will suddenly hit his head. Make a hole in the top.

To die in the hands of such a street gangster is simply worthless, and it is a shame for a special soldier.

However, Connor's own military quality and stable psychological control ability still did not disappoint Qin Fei. He reached out his hands and turned out his two trouser pockets, his mouth babbled and did not speak, only his hands were doing sign language, telling The two boys in front of them didn't have what they hoped for.

"It turns out to be a poor ghost!"

One of the hooligans was a little disappointed, but the other laughed. He saw the bottle of bad brandy next to Connor.

"Give me that! Wine! Wine!" The little gangster may think it seems unlucky to go home empty-handed. Anyhow, the bottle of wine seems to have been opened by someone, maybe this dirty old wanderer Han had drank it, but it would be a good idea to have two sips of brandy early in the morning.

呯——

While everyone's attention was still on Connor, there were clear gunshots from the cafe's upstairs.

"Fack!" Hugo, who was sitting behind the red building, reacted first, and immediately asked in a low voice in the earphones: "Major, there are gunshots, shall we go in!?"

"Don't worry! Wait!" Michelle quickly gave the order.

The two gangsters standing beside Connor at the opposite alley were also startled by the shot, and suddenly turned their heads and looked upstairs in the cafe.

Another black hooligan also drew a pistol and pointed at the top of the cafe.

The scene began to become chaotic.

The black people at the mobile stalls on the street began to copy a wide range of weapons from under their carts, all kinds of automatic weapons, from R4 automatic rifles to ak47, and even American m3a1 submachine guns that were old enough to enter the museum. In the hands of those gangsters.

Time passed bit by bit.

"Old Mi, something went wrong."

After a while, Qin Fei drew a pistol and placed it under the hem of his clothes to cover it.

Something is faintly wrong. About a minute has passed, and the Holy City Army has not been seen leaving from the back stairs or the front door, nor has Rhide been escorted out.

Not good!

Just as Qin Fei drew his gun, Mister was doing almost the same thing. He drew out the Glock 18 pistol and immediately covered it with the newspaper he picked up and placed it on his thigh.

"Major, are we going to have a look?" Qin Fei asked Major Michelle on the channel.

He did not get the fastest answer, but a very brief silence.

Because Rhett said before, if he is forcibly taken away, then people in the action team are asked not to come up and check, because that is the performance of the Holy City Army.

If the heart is rushing up, in case Rhett is not dead, but is unfolding as expected in the original plan, wouldn't it be scorched to the whole plan?

Major Michelle was obviously caught in this dilemma. She didn't know the life and death of Reid. All the monitoring and monitoring equipment on this guy had been removed from the vault.

"Damn it!"

In the Chevrolet van, Michelle bends around in the car like a restless lioness, cursing constantly.

She is facing tremendous pressure, and a little mistake will lead to the end of the two-year task of putting the line on the line.

Qin Fei stared at the red coffee house, his eyes swept up from the two gangsters downstairs who had not left the guard position at the door...

Suddenly, there seemed to be someone shaking at the junction of the roof of his existing building and the blue sky.

"Major! They are evacuating! They didn't walk through the back door. They passed through the building next to them. Apart from the front and back doors and fire escapes, there are other exits in this building! It's time to do it!"

Qin Fei's words surprised everyone, especially Michelle.

Now things seem to have changed. If they are in the middle of the game, then Rhide should be swaggered away from the front or back door. After all, they have a close connection with the gangs here, and it can be said that this is their territory.

Now they actually ran to the building next door through an unknown secret road, proving that they knew that both the front and back doors would be blocked.

They know that the people from Division 17 are downstairs! That's why they chose to escape by secret road!

Bad!

The plan has been completely leaked!

Michelle's head suddenly exploded, and there was a brief gap.

"All the outside operations personnel immediately enter the building and alternate cover!" She said the last thing she wanted to say: "We are exposed!"

Hugo at the back door of the building immediately opened the torn clothes covering him, and drew the mp7 submachine gun from the tattered shopping cart next to him.

A real homeless man next to him was shocked sitting on the ground and moving backwards, as if there was a beast standing next to him.

He may be frightened. He was sitting with himself just now. He looked weak and old, and the bloated and fat guy suddenly became fierce and fierce. Now even a wolf in front of him can't stand him. Punch.

In fact, what he doesn’t know is ~lightnovelpub.net~ This guy who looks over 40 years old and is slightly fat is not that he is fat, but that he is wearing a bulletproof flapper under his torn clothes. The vest is filled with mp7 magazines.

This makes Hugo look like a puffy middle-aged man with no fighting power.

The two little hooligans at the opposite lane suddenly felt a strong murderous intent behind them, and a huge shadow passed over their heads.

The two of them turned around at the same time, and Connor was like a **** of death standing behind him silently, and opened the black robe and raised the killing sickle!

"Bad..."

One of the little hooligans opened his mouth and said the last word in his life.

　　

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