At the same time, less than 12 miles from the abandoned factory, Michael's phone lit up. He immediately grabbed it and saw a message from Zhang Jie: a location pin. He opened the location and started navigation.
Of course, he didn't forget to send this location to Jin Kaide.
Since Zhang Jie had already sent him the location, it meant he had reached the position, and perhaps the engagement had already begun.
So Michael was still a bit anxious.
But the car was already at its limit; he couldn't go any faster. His driving skills weren't that superb.
"Damn it! Can't you go faster?" Michael pressed the horn irritably, then overtook the car.
On Jin Kaide's side, after receiving the location from Michael, he glanced at it, seeing 5 miles remaining. He noted the location, then tossed his phone aside.
"Hang in there, I still want to play a passionate duo match with you. Let's send those damn guys back to their mothers' wombs."
Two people, two cars, sped towards the marked point on the map from different directions.
6:36 PM
Listening to the footsteps downstairs gradually ascending, Zhang Jie began to cautiously peek out. The hand he kept at his chest also slowly extended, the muzzle pointing downwards, ready to fire at any moment.
Ding—
Suddenly, a metallic scraping sound came from downstairs.
Zhang Jie's pupils constricted... Is this... the sound of a grenade pin being pulled?
He almost instinctively rolled backward, simultaneously hearing a crisp "clatter," as an M84 flashbang was thrown up the stairs.
Boom!
Blinding white light and a deafening 170-decibel roar erupted simultaneously.
Even with his eyes closed and ears covered beforehand, Zhang Jie still felt a wave of dizziness.
Well-trained footsteps immediately closed in, tactical boots thudding rhythmically on the stairs.
Although he had managed to avoid the direct impact of the flashbang, his vision was still a bit blurry, and his head felt woozy.
But at this moment, Zhang Jie couldn't afford to wait for these effects to subside, as he already saw the first dark silhouette appear around the corner.
Biu! Biu! Biu!
Zhang Jie's instinctive glock had already completed three quick shots.
The suppressor muffled the gunshots into faint "biu biu" sounds. "Faint" being relative to normal gunshots.
It was still quite loud in the quiet space, but the sound of the flashbang explosion still echoed on the second floor, covering part of it.
Three 9mm bullets formed a triangular pattern, piercing through the night vision goggles' eyepiece.
The back of the killer's head exploded against the concrete wall, leaving a red and white fan-shaped splatter.
15 rounds remaining.
The gruesome sight of the first killer was naturally seen clearly by the second killer, who immediately adopted a kneeling Shooting stance.
The muzzle of the MP5 submachine gun spat a half-meter-long tongue of flame in the darkness.
Zhang Jie rolled sideways, bullets trailing his trajectory and sparking off the concrete floor.
A flying shard of concrete grazed his cheek, and warm liquid immediately trickled down his jawline.
He's injured!
Damn it!
Zhang Jie raised his hand and fired two shots while rolling.
Biu! Biu!
The first shot hit the killer's right shoulder; the second pierced through his throat microphone.
As blood gushed from the carotid artery, the killer's index finger remained on the trigger, the out-of-control MP5 emptying its remaining bullets into the ceiling.
13 rounds remaining.
The engagement on the second floor naturally drew the attention of those downstairs.
"Contact! Second floor, northeast corner!"
An urgent shout came from downstairs, followed by sounds of chaotic running.
Zhang Jie quickly checked his magazine, simultaneously glancing at the skill data in the lower right corner of his vision.
The values for Environmental Analysis and Crisis Response had changed, each increasing by +1.
He noticed a faint vibration coming from the west staircase; Team B was flanking as planned.
Orange twilight streamed through the broken windows on the west side of the factory, spilling onto the ground, creating a peculiar atmosphere.
Zhang Jie used the light to spot the steel cable hanging from a crossbeam.
In the corner, there was also a bundle of nylon rope. Zhang Jie immediately picked it up, pulled it taut, and it felt very sturdy!
He quickly tied a slipknot in the nylon rope and swung it towards the steel cable.
The moment the rope accurately looped around the steel cable, footsteps sounded from downstairs.
Zhang Jie leaped from the second-floor platform, the nylon rope screeching as it chafed against the steel cable.
He twisted in mid-air, seeing five fully armed killers fanning out.
The two in front had already raised their muzzles.
No time!
Bang!
Bang!
Two .45 ACP bullets whizzed past Zhang Jie's bulletproof suit.
He fired continuously as he descended, the glock's action rapidly cycling, brass casings constantly ejecting from the ejection port.
Biu x 9—!
Biu x 4—!
Click!
He fired 13 consecutive shots, providing himself with a brief suppressive fire.
White-gray dust exploded on the bulletproof vests of three killers—the ceramic plates stopped the fatal blows, but the impact still sent them stumbling backward.
The accuracy of dynamic Shooting from a height was too poor; hitting them at all was good, but killing them was almost impossible.
Slide lock!
Just before reaching the ground, Zhang Jie let go.
He rolled forward upon landing, taking cover behind a toppled, old CNC machine.
Tat-tat-tat!
Bullets immediately pursued him, carving dozens of dents into the machine's cast-iron casing.
He pressed the release button, the magazine slid out, and his other hand had already inserted an extended magazine from under his armpit into the bottom of the grip, the polymer material making a dull "clack" sound upon impact.
He pressed the release button with his left thumb, quickly pulled back the slide with his right hand, hearing the subtle metallic friction as the recoil spring compressed. When the slide reached its maximum travel, he suddenly let go.
"Click-clack"
33 rounds remaining!
The sound of the bolt slamming forward echoed briefly from the abandoned machine, a brass casing rim glinting in the twilight before being swallowed by darkness.
"Flash out!"
Someone shouted.
Zhang Jie immediately closed his eyes, lowered his head, and covered his ears with both hands!
The flashbang exploded in front of the machine, the shockwave making his eardrums ache.
But this time, he was prepared, opening his eyes before the intense light dissipated.
Through the gap at the bottom of the machine, he saw four pairs of tactical boots alternately approaching.
Zhang Jie suddenly noticed the automatic sprinkler system pipes overhead. Although the factory was abandoned, the main pipes should still retain some pressure.
He raised his hand and fired two shots, piercing the control valve three meters away. The rusted metal made a harsh cracking sound under the bullet's impact.
31 rounds remaining.
High-pressure water spewed from the ruptured pipe, instantly forming a water curtain.
The killers' night vision equipment failed in the sudden mist; some frantically removed their goggles.
Zhang Jie seized the opportunity to rush out of cover, the glock firing continuously at close range.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Two killers fell, shot in the chest, losing their ability to resist. A third killer's face shield was shattered, blood splattering from behind the broken bulletproof glass.
"Fall back! Fall back!"
The surviving killers dragged their wounded comrades back, leaving long blood trails on the ground.
26 rounds remaining.
Zhang Jie did not pursue, but quickly moved behind a load-bearing column.
His breathing finally became ragged, the shirt under his bulletproof suit soaked with sweat.
New sounds reached his ears; at least three groups of people were reorganizing their attack from different directions.
Trouble!
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