Under the cover of the loud high-decibel DJ, the fierce gunfight in the basement bathhouse, the security guards shouting various orders, and Yusef running shirtless and shouting for help, it did not affect the dance floor environment. Every cent.
There were hundreds of customers dancing on the dance floor, customers drinking on the sidelines, and VIPs in the private rooms outside.
No one noticed anything at this time.
It’s still disco dancing when it’s time to do it, taking drugs when it’s time to do it, drinking when it’s time to drink, and the men and women exercising in a certain corner have also been exercising intensely.
These customers, who were still going their own way, were crowded everywhere on the first floor.
Invisibly, it became a living mobile bunker.
Wick had no way to shoot Yusef who was escaping not far away in front of him in such a dense crowd, so he could only chase him on the dance floor.
Putting aside whether it would accidentally injure innocent people, it was impossible to hit in this environment.
The other security guards who had an absolute numerical advantage also faced the same troubles as Wick, and they were unable to concentrate their long-range firepower to kill Wick.
You can only enter the thousands-square dance floor and kill Wick by getting close to him.
With their own goals in mind, Wick and the security guard merged into the dance floor filled with men and women who were wearing simple and revealing clothes and were in high spirits.
In less than 10 seconds, the first contact between the two parties began.
Wick and the security guard wore dark suits with white shirts and ties. This formal attire stood out from the other guests on the dance floor.
Very easy to distinguish!
But when the security guards see the man in a suit, they need to confirm in this dim environment whether it is a long-haired Wick before they can shoot him.
As long as Wick sees someone wearing a suit, he can immediately identify him as an enemy.
This inconspicuous small difference in recognition speed will not have any impact on ordinary days, but in a close-range shootout where 0.1 seconds can determine life and death, this difference is enough to determine the winner.
With this advantage of a few tenths of a second, Wick began his amazing performance.
Still using the defensive shooting system, when he met the first man in a suit who came over, Wick took the lead without hesitation and stretched out his left hand, suddenly shot from the side and grabbed the security guard by the collar.
While pulling the security guard over, the P30L in his right hand followed up and hit his abdomen.
Just two shots!
After firing the gun, he didn't pause for a second and immediately threw it away like trash, letting him fall to the ground on his own.
The first security guard didn't even react, and before he even had time to tell whether he was an enemy or a friend, he was knocked to the ground by two gunshots.
The severe pain made it difficult for him to breathe, and he could no longer hold a gun and shoot in a short period of time.
The second security guard who followed him immediately confirmed that the person he met was Wick through the death of his companion on Qingnian Road, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
No matter what kind of night devil you are, I am going to fuck you.
However, in the battle between the two armies, it is useless to rely solely on ruthlessness. You must have real skills at hand.
The security guard raised his pistol and prepared to aim at Wick. However, he did not know defensive shooting and close-range shooting techniques, so he only raised his pistol and aimed it in a popular way.
In a close-quarters shootout, this is a big no-no.
This resulted in that as soon as he raised his hand, Wick made a quick side step forward, and his left hand accurately grasped his gun-holding wrist, making it impossible for the muzzle to lock on the target.
Wick is a master of defensive shooting.
He blocked the enemy's attack with his left hand, and followed closely with his right hand holding the pistol, pressing the muzzle of the gun against the security guard's left chest at a diagonally downward pressure angle.
"Pop."
Two more shots.
Two shots to the heart.
The engine was blown out, you'd be dead even if you didn't even look at it!
After killing the second security guard, Wick turned his gun back and pointed it at the security guard who was shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground, but was not completely dead.
"Snapped!"
One shot to the head, complete the follow-up shot.
Wick fired five shots in a row in a short period of time, but the customers who were dancing around were completely unaware of it and regarded it as the rhythm point of the heavy bass.
Even though the two security guards fell to the ground, the surrounding customers were still holding up their hands and shaking their bodies.
Everyone’s 857!
Not a single person bent down to check.
In the bar, there are those who take too many drugs every day, those who drink too much to drink, those who shake and ferment on the dance floor, and those who fall out after dancing.
Everyone is not surprised by this kind of thing, and naturally they won't meddle in it.
Yusef, who was running and calling people, saw that Wick easily took down the two security guards. The fear in his heart surged again, and he slipped and fell to the ground.
But at this time, he ignored the pain and rolled up the stairs.
The dance floor of the Red Circle Club is a sunken design. There is a sunken dance floor in the middle, surrounded by private rooms. It is also technically the first floor.
You can go up the steps to the dance floor to a more expensive private room with its own balcony where you can watch the dancing on the dance floor below.
Yusef left the dance floor and ran into the private room area. He was just one step away from escaping the Red Circle Club. Wick finally became anxious.
Ignoring the other security guards on the dance floor, I sped up and chased after them.
On the way, through his own advantages and faster close combat response, Wick killed two more enemies who came over.
We arrived at the private room area, which is semi-private and has a shared passage in the middle.
Unlike the dim environment of the dance floor below, the private room area is brightly lit, and the customers drinking here can tell that they are richer from the way they dress.
Even the security guards who serve here wear bright red shirts that look more upscale.
The lights here are brighter and the view is better. Wick no longer has the advantage he had on the dance floor before. The bodyguards recognized Wick at a glance and immediately launched an attack.
The shooting distance between the two sides was no longer close, so Wick changed his shooting method.
Smoothly switch from the defensive shooting system to the CAR shooting system, which is better in terms of shooting accuracy and more suitable for medium and close range pistol shooting.
He is worthy of being called a "killer" who is a master tactician!
"Bah bang bang!"
Smooth Mozambique.
The red-shirted bodyguard guarding the private room was shot three times and rolled down the stairs to the dance floor.
Wick, who successfully made a breakthrough, held the pistol in both hands and kept his body slightly on high alert, and entered the private room area to continue the pursuit.
Wick stepped into the passage of the private room, and Long War stepped into the dance floor on the first floor.
Seeing the crowd of demons dancing on the crowded dance floor, Long Zhan looked at the spear in his hand and frowned, but did not switch.
The rifle is not designed to be used in crowded situations, just generally for most people.
It is indeed inconvenient in theory.
However, Long Zhan itself is a special existence, and what is inappropriate and inconvenient for ordinary people may not necessarily apply to him.
Rifle close-quarters combat tactics, dragon fighting is a unique skill.
He raised his eyes and looked at the large number of security guards who were constantly surging around the dance floor and were quickly coming towards him.
Long Zhan didn't show the slightest hint of timidity. Instead, he crossed the steps and blended into the dance floor in two steps, and took the initiative to meet the security guards.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
