"Damn it, Tom and the others are probably gone!"
"Let's take care of ourselves first! Jerry!"
A Drug Enforcement Administration agent with a jet-cut haircut was only wearing a pair of flowery pants at the moment, holding a P5 submachine gun in his hand and looking down warily.
I saw three Medellin killers lying motionless at the stairs on the third floor. They had an average of a dozen bullet holes in their bodies.
These were all left behind when they tried to break through to the fourth floor. The killers threw a grenade upstairs, and then rushed upwards when the grenade exploded. But after they jumped up the stairs in a few steps, they rushed into the fourth floor door. , only to realize that the grenade didn’t explode at all.
The Americans upstairs had already traveled thousands of miles away when the grenade was pulled. The grenade had no effect other than blowing up the materials and television in the room.
The Medellin killers who rushed upstairs just entered the opponent's crossfire area. Although the Drug Enforcement Administration agents only had a few P5 submachine guns in their hands, it was enough to push them back.
The three people who rushed at the front just ate a lot of bullets, and then fell to the ground due to inertia, and then fell back along the stairs. The killers behind the three people were a step slower because their legs were a step slower. There were no injuries, except for the gray hair stained by bullets from the wall.
"These damn Medellin killers, I knew they should leave a sentry at night!"
"It's too late to talk about this now. They have already killed us downstairs. Now let's figure out how to escape!"
"Does the phone work? Call the Colombian police!"
"No, the phone line has been cut off too!"
"Where's the radio station?"
"Radio..."
An agent looked at the desk, where three square boxes stacked side by side were crackling with sparks of electricity. By the flashlight, everyone could see the pitted shells punctured by shrapnel.
As for mobile phones, in order to prevent leaks when they are performing tasks, the phones must be kept in the office on the third floor. Therefore, now, the agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration have no choice but to call for help.
"Should nearby residents call the police?
"Do you think the police will come?"
The agent named Jerry put on a coat and motioned to his subordinates to take the radio away.
"Let's see if these three units can still be repaired, and if everyone can survive, it all depends on you!"
Logistics personnel soon came forward to take the radio away for repairs, while others continued to strengthen the defense at the stairs. They opened all the arsenals on the fourth, fifth and sixth floors, took out the weapons and body armor inside, and then used sundries to He started throwing it towards the stairs, trying to block the stairs.
The killers would shoot at the stairs from time to time, or try to find a way to throw a grenade up.
But they failed to interfere with the agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration who were reinforcing the defense. Instead, they made the other party speed up. Soon the stairs were blocked by sofas and bed frames. Even the agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration even removed beds and other things. Throw it down and block the stairs.
"This way, they won't be able to get in for the time being!"
As soon as Jerry said this, he felt the world turned upside down and his vision went dark. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he was dragged to a safe area by his teammates, and then he woke up leisurely.
"what happened?"
"Those guys, they used explosives to blow up the entrance to the corridor! Teffy and Butch are already dead!"
"Damn it!"
Jerry struggled to get up, but found that his body was in burning pain, especially the bones in his chest. The stinging pain made his eyes darken and he almost fainted again.
"Your ribs are broken and your head was hit with a big gash. Be careful!"
"knew!"
With the help of his teammates, Jerry sat up in front of him and found that he had reached the sixth floor. Only half of his teammates were left, and many of them were injured. It was obvious that during the period when he was unconscious, Mad Lin Group did it.
At this moment, the agents can't even defend the sixth floor. The killers are throwing grenades and flash bombs upwards as if they are free, even if
Many agents were hiding in other rooms and were about to go crazy from torture.
The agents had no explosives at all, and even their assault rifles were almost exhausted.
"Isn't the radio fixed yet?"
"There's a problem with the circuit, I'm trying to figure it out!"
"When you think of a way, all the brothers will be dead!"
Jerry struggled to stand up, urging the logistics to speed up the operation, while helping his teammates reach the attack. However, he was half disabled at the moment and could not do anything at all. He could only act as a silent reloading machine on the side.
Because they now have nothing to block the stairwell, they can only fire continuously to suppress it. Although there are still a lot of 9mm bullets, these bullets are in bulk and must be pressed into the empty magazine.
While Jerry was working hard, a grenade thrown from downstairs hit the wall on the sixth floor, and then bounced to his feet. Although he was injured, Jerry's movements were still flexible, and he flew forward. Go out, grab the grenade and throw it out the window.
The grenade exploded as soon as it flew out of the window. With the wall blocking it, the shrapnel did not hurt Jerry, but the shock wave of the explosion still blinded him again.
Then, there was another sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and this time it was a flash bomb that flew in.
Jerry looked at the flash bomb that was so close, and it was too late to pick it up and throw it back. He could only shout to alert his teammates nearby, while he himself curled up and covered his ears while closing his eyes tightly, trying to turn his back to the flash bomb. to withstand the subsequent explosion. .z.
Then, the flash bomb exploded, releasing a dazzling light, and accompanied by the light, there was a huge sound.
The sound as high as 180 decibels was like someone hitting his head with a shovel, which made Jerry immediately start to fall into a trance. The scene in front of him was blurred, and there was no sound in his ears except for the sharp tinnitus. It was even difficult for him to stand up.
Just a few seconds after the explosion, a thick iron plate appeared at the top of the stairs. Relying on this simple bulletproof shield, Medellin's killers finally reached the sixth floor.
When Jerry regained consciousness, there was a grinning Mexican in front of him. He was holding a G3 automatic rifle in his hand, looking at Jerry and saying.
"Haha, American green hair, you didn't expect that you would end up like this today, did you?"
Jerry wanted to touch the pistol that had fallen aside, but the next second the pistol was kicked away. The Mexican stepped on his hand, then raised the butt of the gun and hit Jerry in the head.
This blow directly made Jerry's eyes sparkle. He had no strength to resist at all. He could feel the blood flowing down his head, but it was difficult for him to raise his hands at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as he was being dragged by the opponent. Walk.
