Suddenly, engine roars came from afar.
Unfortunately, the gunshots inside the factory were too loud.
All movements outside were covered by the gunshots.
At this moment, Zhang Jie was suppressed by the opponent's heavy firepower, unable to lift his head. Three teams were frantically spraying bullets in his direction, and the load-bearing pillar behind him was almost destroyed.
He had two choices in front of him. The first was to continue charging forward, but footsteps seemed to be coming from ahead as well, though they were drowned out by the gunshots and completely inaudible.
The other option was to use the abandoned machine tools during their reload breaks, but the assassin team was professional; they were reloading in shifts.
This left Zhang Jie with no opening, unable to even lift his head. But Zhang Jie remained calm; panicking at this moment would be useless, only leading to a quicker death.
Time gradually passed, and the twilight grew darker, but Zhang Jie still captured useful information.
To his front right was a stainless steel plate of a machine tool. Although covered in dust, he could vaguely see the shadow behind Zhang Jie.
Behind him was a fire curtain, obstructing their view. Even if they fired, they couldn't fully see Zhang Jie's movements through the visual obstruction.
So they maintained suppressive fire while moving forward, attempting to get past the interference of the water curtain.
But Zhang Jie had largely determined their positions, so he raised his gun and aimed directly at the fire pipe above him.
Biu!
The main fire pipe was thick, so this shot naturally couldn't penetrate it, but a ricochet occurred.
"Fuck!"
"Critical! Covering!"
It turned out that the ricochet hit the arm of an unlucky person behind. Because it was a ricochet, it didn't directly penetrate like a normal bullet; it tore open his arm in a spinning motion, creating a large wound.
The firepower from behind suddenly faltered. They had clearly realized Zhang Jie's threat and immediately adjusted their tactics.
It must be said that Zhang Jie's ricochet tactic was indeed very effective and also alerted the three teams behind him. They no longer approached but instead increased their distance.
And this was exactly what Zhang Jie wanted.
Because directly in front of Zhang Jie was a door. Beyond the door was a corridor. It was uncertain if anyone was outside, but from the current situation, it seemed there was no one.
So, the moment the gunshots ceased, Zhang Jie immediately took a running start and, with a front flip, lunged towards the door.
Bang!
The thin wooden door was directly smashed open by Zhang Jie, and then he passed through into the corridor.
Upon landing, Zhang Jie didn't even have time to react when an extremely strong sense of danger instantly pierced through him. Without thinking, he fired several shots to his right.
At the same time, he dodged to the left again.
Biu! Biu! Biu!
The muzzle flashes flickered three times in the dim corridor.
An unlucky person lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
He hadn't followed the main force for suppressive fire but had chosen to flank alone from behind, attempting a frontal assault on Zhang Jie.
However, he hadn't even reached the door when it was smashed open, and Zhang Jie appeared. Because Zhang Jie was landing from a front flip, three shots directly hit his left shoulder, lower abdomen, and thigh.
Normally, he wouldn't feel pain the moment he was hit.
But because he was knocked to the ground by Zhang Jie, plus the three follow-up shots, the pain instantly rushed to his head, making him wail.
But how could Zhang Jie leave such a hidden danger?
He raised his hand and another shot went through his skull.
His scalp was directly blown open, and red and white matter splattered on the ground.
22 rounds remaining.
Immediately following were the gunshots from the three teams behind, sweeping towards the door. However, Zhang Jie did not linger after the finishing shot but continued to rush quickly down the corridor to the left.
When outnumbered, one could only resort to guerrilla warfare, so he could only run deeper into the corridor. That area connected to the central part of the factory, which was like a research and development center, where the environment would be even more complex.
Just as he reached the corner, he saw a person suddenly rush out. Zhang Jie had no time to react. In that instant, he immediately ducked into a slide tackle, kicking the person directly to the ground.
Crack!
A very clear sound of bone breaking. The person's shinbone was fractured by Zhang Jie's kick.
Zhang Jie then rolled to the right to avoid, and without thinking, raised his hand and fired two shots at the person's head.
Biu! Biu!
Before a scream could even escape, with two flashes of gunfire, the body on the ground lay still.
20 rounds remaining.
Zhang Jie was breathing heavily. This close-quarters combat was truly too dangerous; a slight carelessness could have cost him his life here.
Then, getting up, Zhang Jie rushed into the office.
The place, untouched for a long time, instantly stirred up dust, filled with a musty and strange smell, mixing together and making Zhang Jie almost cough.
But at this moment, he couldn't stop; he could only continue to rush forward. This place couldn't withstand the penetration of those bullets.
After opening another door, Zhang Jie finally reached his ideal location. Here, all were abandoned machine tools, and there were several other doors in different directions.
Choosing a random abandoned machine tool, Zhang Jie leaned against it, breathing heavily. This sudden burst of running was extremely draining on his stamina.
As Zhang Jie's back touched the machine tool, three 5.56 mm bullets drilled through a stainless steel electrical box twenty meters away.
He judged from the gunshots that the enemy was using an Mk18 short-barreled rifle, a weapon with a spread of no more than 2 MOA within 50 meters.
"Must change the engagement distance..."
No sooner had this thought risen in Zhang Jie's mind than two gunshots rang out.
Bang! Bang!
"Holy shit, why is the muzzle so close to me? Motherfucker!"
Before Zhang Jie could hear the sound of the bullets landing, he heard a familiar string of curses.
"Jin Kaide! Oh, damn it, how did you get here?"
Hearing Jin Kaide's voice, Zhang Jie was overjoyed. He hadn't expected this legendary assassin to appear, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.
"Haha, Zhang, surprised? Unexpected? Mike told me you were in trouble, and I just happened to be on vacation nearby. Damn guys, they're so damn troublesome."
Jin Kaide complained while looking around.
And that assassin who was holding the MK18 was already as dead as could be.
With Jin Kaide's addition, the entire battle situation instantly turned around. Zhang Jie could shift from defensive counterattack to active offense.
"What's going on exactly? How could such a professional team be targeting you? Oh, shit. His gear isn't cheap!"
After crouching down and glancing at the dead person's equipment, Jin Kaide complained again.
"Don't ask me, I don't know either. I ran into them right after I returned from Detroit, totally out of nowhere."
Zhang Jie was still breathing heavily, but he decided that after returning safely, he would definitely improve his physical fitness.
Jin Kaide pursed his lips, not surprised by this answer. Sometimes, those who are killed don't even know where the people who want to kill them came from, let alone assassins like them.
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