In the blink of an eye, the thunder passed away, and the situation on the field had changed.
In the short breathless time just now, three of the club's six bodyguards had died, and the other three were holding their hands that had been shot through by bullets and wailing in pain.
Morohoshi, or rather Shuichi Akai, was the ace of the FBI after all, and he reacted extremely quickly. The moment Asakura pressed the suitcase, he had already drawn his pistol again and rushed forward.
The two people next to him naturally made the same move.
However, compared to bullets, they are still much slower.
Right in front of them, Brandy clamped the president with one hand and fired three shots with the other hand. At the same time, three sniper bullets flew from the dark rainy night, smashed through the window glass, and accurately penetrated the bodies of the other three people. Back, let them die on the spot.
There are snipers on the opposite side of this building——
At this situation, the three undercover agents reacted immediately, and their hearts trembled.
Faced with this situation, their actions did not change, they just put away the guns they had prepared - Brandy only injured the opponent's hand instead of taking their lives. They had no choice but to use joint techniques to force them. Kneeling on the ground.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."
The pain caused by the president's hand being pinched between the suitcases was replaced by the slightly hot metal on his forehead.
After Asakura punched through the palms of the three men, he put the muzzle of the gun right in the middle of their heads.
The friction caused by the three bullets was not enough to make the temperature of the muzzle of the pistol rise to the point of being hot to the touch, but before life and death, the president, who had been majestic just a moment ago, even felt that it was hotter than boiling water.
Now, he only felt terrified in his heart, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body, for fear that the person in front of him would pull the trigger and kill him on the spot.
Seeing his trembling expression, Asakura took the gun off his head and asked with an obvious smile through the mask: "Now...is the number correct?"
"No, no, I gave less, I gave less!"
Upon hearing this tone, the president felt that there was a possibility of survival. He hurriedly leaned down and took out stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi from the drawer of his desk, placing them next to the suitcase one after another, and at the same time he hurriedly replied. .
In a short time, the money was piled up on the table, and visually it was even much more than the ones in the box next to it.
"Tie them up and I'll take care of other things."
After looking at the "hill" that had grown higher on the table, Asakura said to the three people who were loyally guarding the president's bodyguards.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the office door.
Looking at Brandy's back, Zhu Xingda and the others directly cut off the clothes on these people, used a random handful as ropes to tie their hands and feet, and threw them against the wall.
In the process, they noticed the wounds on the bodyguards' hands - two on their right hands and one on his left hand, which happened to be their usual hands...
This scene made them aware of something unusual - in the confrontation that lasted only a few seconds, Brandy had remembered their gun-holding habits, and in just a short moment, he could distinguish the differences between targets and accurately hit their usual hands. ?
This method is truly terrifying.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but sigh that Asakura was truly amazing. Sure enough, all the official members of the organization were not in vain.
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Closer to home——
Although the incident just now was covered by thunder, the sound of gunfire and the sound of breaking glass could still be vaguely heard outside.
Of course, those who can be chosen as guards by the president are mostly loyal people. When they hear something wrong inside, they immediately want to break in.
Asakura listened to the noise outside and knocked on the door inside.
The door opened from the outside, and the strong man who had led them upstairs poked his head in. He didn't react at all when he saw the scene inside. He just looked at Asakura Makoto and asked, "Boss, what are you going to do next?"
He is actually Asakura Makoto.
"Next..." Asakura Zhen stretched his hands behind his back, grasped the handle of the submachine gun, pulled them out and handed them to the strong man, "Deal with them."
The strong man took the mini submachine gun and nodded: "Yes!"
Then he closed the door and left, and then, continuous and sporadic gunfire sounded.
