Absolute Honor

This is a killing.

Since all the gangsters on the side of the road focused their guns and attention on the opposite cafe, they kept their backs to Connor. They didn't even know that a fiend had appeared behind them.

Although Connor is very close to the two black hooligans, there is no difficulty in killing them with bare hands, but now he must seize the time, every minute and every second is very precious, so he directly drew out the Siegsauer P226 pistol A shot was fired at the two hapless guys.

Siegsauer's P226 pistol has always been the favorite of SAS and SBD players, and it has almost no shortcomings except for the price.

The two hapless guys didn't have any room for resistance at all. They were too close, and the eyebrows bloomed directly, and the corpses fell straight to the ground.

Connor quickly picked up the M1911 pistol in the hand of one of the little gangsters, and then went all the way, calling the gangsters on the side of the road one by one.

In order to save ammunition and time, Connor fired every shot at his head.

Special forces sergeants like him, who are born in SAS and have been carefully selected and trained by MI17, can shoot rapidly within a range of 25 meters, and can hit 10-15 small circular targets with a diameter of 10cm in 5 seconds.

So he hardly missed, except for one of the gangsters who heard Qiang turned around and found Connor approached and hid aside. The bullet directly pierced his right mandibular joint, knocking off a small half of his face.

The pain made him scream in despair and sorrow, and people lay on the ground like a panicked maggot and crawled and moved behind a tin cart.

From here, we can see a clear distinction between how people who have received military training and those who have not received standard military training deal with emergencies.

The trolley is only about 1.5mm tinplate (similar to the tinplate of canned food). It is a temporary stall trolley with a length of 3 meters and a width of 1.5 meters, which is covered on an iron frame with a thickness of only 4 mm. This kind of strength is not enough. Block the 9MM bullet fired by the Sigsauer P226 pistol with a muzzle velocity of 350 m/s.

Connor directly estimated where the guy was hiding behind the cart and fired three shots there.

The three fringe-shaped bullet hole diffusion surfaces more effectively cover every possible hiding place.

Connor carefully held the pistol to his chest, got close to the cart, then jerked his head back, then shrank back.

With just a scan time of less than 0.3 seconds, he had already seen the hapless man who had just hit the mandibular joint hit by three pierced bullets, and he was already lying on the back of the cart and could not move.

Connor arched his waist, lowered his posture, and slowly walked around behind the cart.

In this way, the numerous trolleys around can cover one's own body, so as not to attract the attention and aim of the gangsters in the distance.

Kicking off the R4 automatic rifle in the opponent's hand, Connor fired another shot at the guy's head, because he didn't know where the bullet hit the opponent after it penetrated the iron sheet. In case it was not the point, it was just to make him faint. Once he wakes up It may be a life threat to yourself by surprise.

All of this is done in completely flowing water. The training Connor has received has long been integrated into his blood and bones. Every tactical movement is a subconscious muscle and nerve memory.

Throwing away the M1911 that had emptied the magazine, and replaced the P226 with a new magazine and inserted it back into the holster. Connor picked up the R4 assault rifle on the ground and found two ammunition from the dead guy. box.

Now, firepower is urgently needed by Connor.

But even so, Connor suffered a stormy counterattack.

He attacked six or seven gangsters on the street, but he attracted the attention of a large group of gangsters across the street, including two guards at the entrance of the cafe.

All of a sudden, bullets swept toward him like rain.

Connor didn’t even have a chance to fight back, because those carts were as useless as paper paste in front of the 7.62 caliber automatic rifle bullets. Tourists rest behind benches made of stone.

This facility left in the former wealthy area saved Connor's life. The thick stone was not so easy to penetrate, and the sloppy carts in the front counteracted part of the impact of the bullet. In addition to feeling that the bullet was swishing in Flying over the top of his head is uncomfortable, and there is no life safety for the time being.

But things can't be avoided like this.

Although the military literacy of the gangsters is very rubbish, they are better than they are crowded. This street is their territory. Before the war, the street, including street stalls, gossiping and even some bars, were all their people.

There are a lot of people and strength, and special forces are not gods. Connor has no power to fight back, because as long as you risk exposing a little body, you may be hit by a lucky bullet.

"I'm trapped!" Connor asked for help.

"I was resisted on the back stairs. It is estimated that there are 3-5 gangsters inside!" When Hugo talked, there were explosions and gunshots in the background. It seems that this guy is also very busy.

In the Chevrolet, Michel had put on the tactical vest and picked up the MK18 automatic rifle.

Joyce said, "Major, I will go too."

"No!" Michelle didn't even think about it, and immediately rejected Joyce's request: "George is in charge of satellite monitoring, and you are in charge of driving. We may have to escape at any time. You can't leave the driver's position!"

Joyce knew that Major Michele was not exaggerating, and that his own group of people could indeed run away at any time.

"Connor, UU read www.uukanshu.com, hold on, I'll save you!" Michelle comforted Connor, who was already embarrassed.

Qin Fei's voice suddenly came from the headset.

"Major, you go and help Hugo, I'll take care of Connor."

"Damn it! How did I forget them!" Michelle was taken aback, she suddenly patted her forehead and cursed herself.

She has been the commander of this five-person team for a long time. She has formed a habit for a long time. Just now, she unexpectedly unexpectedly added two non-staff personnel to her team today, and she is still a first-class player—a top special force. Member, one of the most mysterious and awesome Delta Force members in USA.

"Okay! Go and help Connor, I'll help Hugo. George, staring at the satellite surveillance, watching the surroundings of the building complex, and let us know what's happening in time!"

"Yes, madam!"

…

In front of the cafe, two guards held AK47s and kept shooting towards the opposite side.

In fact, they didn't see Connor, but their street gunfighting habits made them shoot as long as there was a bit of trouble, and as long as they saw the opponent in a certain location, even if they couldn't see the precise location, they would not disconnect the gun there.

This is a kind of psychological dependence on your own safety. You will feel safe when you shoot. The more you can't see the other person, the more you feel safe. The sound of gunfire seems to be their reassurance.

This is the difference between military-trained and untrained third- and fourth-rate characters.

Suddenly, one of the guards saw two tramplings walking slowly from the street park, he was a little irritable, and cursed at the tramp: "You want to die!? Get out!"

After speaking, turning the gun is like teaching the two a little lesson.

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