Just like that, the first floor of the abandoned factory fell into complete silence, the three standing still without a word.
The three brass casings that had just been ejected from Jin Kaide's M4A1 were still slowly rolling on the ground.
The blood on the forehead of the killed assassin in the distance had not stopped flowing; everything seemed so quiet, yet so eerie.
The afterglow outside the window gradually disappeared, and the sky grew darker and darker, the light reflected on the glass losing its color as the sun finally set.
At this moment, on the second floor, three people were slowly moving towards the stairs, the sudden cessation of gunfire downstairs making their steps extremely light, not daring to make the slightest sound.
As violent as the previous gunshots were, so suffocating was the current silence.
One of them tiptoed to the window, looked down, but saw nothing.
In his line of sight, there was nothing.
No, that's not right, there were also two corpses and three wounded individuals leaning in a corner, bandaging themselves.
They, too, remained silent, for they knew very well that once they made a sound, a 5.56 mm bullet would be their greeting.
However, just then, a few sounds of tires rubbing against the ground came from outside the factory.
Then, the sounds of doors opening and closing rang out.
The few assassins on the second floor seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but the expressions of the three in the center of the factory became extremely solemn.
"I still have 141 rounds."
"What the f***? Why did you bring so many bullets when you left?"
Jin Kaide's eyes widened directly; this was the first time he had heard of an assassin bringing nearly 200 rounds of ammunition when going out.
Because there must have been some consumption in the previous battles, and now there are still 141 rounds left, one can imagine!
Michael's eyes also widened; this was also the first time he had heard of such a situation.
"F***, aren't you tired?"
It's no wonder the two were shocked; one must know that 170 rounds of ammunition + 4 standard magazines + 2 extended magazines + two glock 34s, weighed nearly 5 kilograms!
Was Zhang Jie not tired?
Of course, he was tired; this thing was heavy hanging on his waist, but there was no other way, he had a fear of insufficient firepower.
After fighting for a long time, he still had 140 rounds, how could he not be tired?
Because what Zhang Jie was most afraid of at the beginning was continuous combat; if he ran out of bullets, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others?
That's why he brought so many bullets and magazines.
However, next time he should learn his lesson, after all, it really affected his performance, which could be seen from the degree of his physical exertion.
"What about you guys?" Zhang Jie directly asked, as his own ammunition was definitely sufficient.
Jin Kaide unloaded the M4A1's magazine, took a look, and then said, "44 rounds of 5.56 mm bullets, 59 rounds from four Pistols combined, and one switchblade."
?
A big question mark floated above Zhang Jie and Michael's heads. "Dude, you're just one person, why do you carry four Pistols?"
Michael was more practical; he glanced at the P226 in his hand and then said, "Three full magazines, 45 rounds, plus 16 loose rounds."
"All right, then let's begin!"
Michael nodded, then held his Pistol with both hands, and the three tacitly began to move towards the stairs at the back.
Clearly, the first floor was no longer suitable for continued combat; those coming from outside would definitely use suppressive fire. At this time, they could only go to the second floor and use the terrain advantage to kill the enemy.
Indeed, just as the three reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor, the sound of breaking glass came from the first floor.
Crash--
Then came a few "thuds!"
Two seconds later... Boom--!
Several explosions rang out consecutively, accompanied by clinking and clanking sounds, which were the fragments from the fragmentation grenades spreading and hitting objects around them.
"F***! Do you want to kill us?"
The three wounded individuals hiding in the corner were almost driven mad. Fortunately, they had chosen a good position, otherwise, they would have been finished.
"What the f***! Good thing we left quickly, otherwise we would have been in big trouble!" Michael muttered in a low voice.
Jin Kaide, however, stared silently at the top of the stairs. Although the light was dim, the three had adapted, and the current light was just enough to barely see some things.
Zhang Jie's reaction was to directly pull a bullet from his fanny pack and throw it towards the corner of the second floor.
"Thud!"
This was the dull, heavy sound of the bullet hitting the ground.
Locating by sound, although this method is old-fashioned, it is sometimes quite effective, but besides this sound, there was no other sound.
Just as Zhang Jie was wondering whether to go up, Jin Kaide had already rushed up.
D*** it!
This old guy is always so fierce!
Since Jin Kaide had already charged, how could Zhang Jie be willing to fall behind? He immediately followed suit and rushed out... nothing happened after reaching the second floor.
Michael, who followed last, let out a sigh of relief, "Come on! Can you not play these sudden attack games?"
"No way? Haven't you gotten used to Jin Kaide's habits by now?" Zhang Jie teased.
"D*** it! Who can get used to his style!" Michael was a bit flustered.
"Oh, really? I seem to recall someone taking a bullet for him under his influence."
Zhang Jie held back a laugh.
"D*** it! That was my duty as a bodyguard!"
Just then, a "thud" sounded so abruptly.
S***!
Zhang Jie's gaze had already locked onto that flashbang.
"Duck!"
His crisis response suddenly went into overdrive at this moment!
There was no time to think too much; while he spoke, his Pistol had already fired.
Adrenaline surged wildly; he felt as if everything in his vision had slowed down a bit. The flashbang on the ground was still rolling, but much slower.
Biu! Biu! Biu!
The first shot hit the edge of the flashbang, moving it; the second bullet also hit the edge of the flashbang; the third shot was the same, but more difficult.
But these two subconscious shots directly sent the flashbang, which had just landed, flying back!
Why not hit the middle of the flashbang but the edge?
Because he was afraid of premature detonation!
Jin Kaide and Michael, on the other hand, stared blankly at the flashbang that Zhang Jie had shot back with two bullets, and then reacted.
"Motherf***er!"
"F***!"
Boom!
The two quickly retreated back to the stair corner. A dazzling white flash momentarily appeared, and a faint "f***" was heard?
Then the three rushed out again, and this time Zhang Jie's Pistol fired first.
Biubiubiu!
Three shots, a shocking surprise.
Two shots to the chest, one to the head!
The assassin hiding in the corner, covering his eyes, went to play chess with Satan on the spot.
"D*** it! You just..." Michael opened his mouth, completely at a loss for words.
Jin Kaide merely looked thoughtful and did not speak, his eyes scanning the surrounding environment.
The footsteps downstairs also became noisy, it seemed a close-quarters battle was imminent!
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