The third person seized the opportunity to rush in, raising his shotgun.
Razor Woman rolled to the side, and the shotgun blast hit where she had just been standing, blowing a large hole in the wall.
Zhang Jie immediately fired a follow-up shot; the HK416's bullet pierced the man's shoulder, but he didn't fall, instead turning his gun with a sneer.
Bang!
James shot him through the throat.
"Alternating cover!" James shouted.
Zhang Jie immediately pressed forward, his HK416 suppressing the doorway with fire, while James quickly changed his magazine.
Razor Woman gritted her teeth, suddenly drew her Razor, and threw it with force!
Swish!
The blade accurately embedded itself in the fourth person's wrist; the man screamed, and his Pistol fell to the ground.
Zhang Jie followed up with a Mozambique Shooting.
Da! Da! Bang!
Three bullets, three lives.
After a brief silence, an unusual sound suddenly came from the ceiling's ventilation duct.
Zhang Jie didn't even look up, raising the muzzle of his HK416.
Da da da! Three bullets pierced the ventilation duct, and accompanied by a scream, a body fell from the vent.
"Clear," James said in a low voice.
Zhang Jie let out a sigh of relief, but the next second, the castle's broadcast sounded again.
"An excellent performance."
Oriska's voice carried a hint of mockery, "But the game isn't over yet."
On the monitoring screen, virtual images of nine KH Alliance members were applauding.
One of the blurry figures spoke, "That Asian man's Shooting is good; I bet he'll survive to the end."
Another voice chuckled, "I prefer the British agent; his eyes remind me of that MI6 agent ten years ago…"
Oriska slowly wiped his mouth, "Don't rush, the real show has just begun."
The three exchanged glances, their expressions solemn.
"Damn it…" Zhang Jie gritted his teeth, "How long do these perverts plan to play?"
James didn't speak, only looked at the monitoring screen.
On the screen, Oriska raised a wine glass and made a "cheers" gesture to the camera.
And somewhere in the castle, a new round of hunting orders had been issued.
"We can't stay here for too long, or we'll be completely on the defensive."
James's expression was serious; all three of them were looking outside, and there was still one person who hadn't come in.
This guy was lurking in the shadows like a poisonous snake; if they went out now, they would definitely be attacked.
Zhang Jie's eyes darted around.
Then he stood up, grabbed a swivel-back chair from the control room, and draped a security uniform hanging on the wall over it.
He kicked it out with a fierce stomp!
The chair slid out immediately, and Zhang Jie let out a yell, "Rush out quickly!"
The next second—
Da! Da! Da!
All three bullets hit the chair, and Zhang Jie keenly heard a "Fuck!"
Hmph!
Found you!
Immediately after the gunshots ended, Zhang Jie leaned out and fired rapidly in one direction!
Da! Da! Bang!
The spread of the three shots was wide because there was no way to pinpoint the target, but the good news was that it hit!
"Ah! Fuck!"
Zhang Jie also quickly pinpointed the location, micro-adjusted his muzzle, and fired three more shots!
Da! Da! Bang!
Two shots directly hit the chest near the shoulder, where there was no protection, and the last shot went directly through the skull, exploding into a red-and-white mess behind it.
Click!
The moment the magazine emptied, the bolt locked to the rear with a "click."
It was an empty-magazine hold-open.
His left hand had already moved to the magazine pouch on his chest; with a hook of his fingertip, a full magazine dropped steadily into his palm.
His right thumb lightly pressed the release button, and the empty magazine fell to the ground; his left hand then pushed upwards, and the new magazine "clacked" into the magazine well, his left thumb sliding along the left side of the gun, slamming down hard on the release button.
The bolt surged forward, the metallic friction sound of a round being chambered crisp and clean.
The entire process took less than two seconds; he didn't even let the muzzle deviate from the target direction.
He observed for a moment, then immediately pulled back.
"Replenish your ammunition; we need to move."
James and Razor Woman immediately returned to the weapon rack and restocked their ammunition.
Zhang Jie took two more full HK416 magazines, adding to the three in his tactical vest, giving him five full magazines plus the bullets in his gun, for a total of 172 rounds.
Two glock 34s, four full magazines, for a total of 85 rounds of Pistol ammunition.
Using them sparingly should be enough.
It was a pity there were no grenades in the control room.
Once ready, the three immediately left; before leaving, Zhang Jie directly took water and splashed it onto the control room's power supply.
Sizzling electrical sparks instantly erupted.
The smell of burning immediately permeated the air, and all the screens in the control room simultaneously went dark.
None of this concerned Zhang Jie; what he did was merely to prevent anyone from seeing his actions through the control room.
Next, Zhang Jie glanced at the camera above his head.
He raised his muzzle.
Bang!
The old man sitting in front of the monitors smiled as one of the monitors went black.
"Interesting, the prey is also taunting."
Then he picked up the microphone.
"Now, the game is nearing its end. All you survivors, are you ready to face death?"
Then Oriska pressed the red button on the table.
The entire castle blared with an alarm.
A fully armed KH tactical team of 13 people emerged from the central conference room of the castle and began the final sweep of the remaining assassins.
The movement of this team of mercenaries appeared on the now-dark monitor screen.
"Finally, it's time for the last death throes!"
Oriska took a sip from a stemmed glass filled with crimson liquid: "Gentlemen, the final feast is about to begin. Enjoy it well."
"To the KH Alliance!"
The nine figures on the laptop screen also raised their glasses: "To the KH Alliance!"
Under the dim lights, a group of people seemed to be performing a bizarre ritual.
And at that moment, an old woman in one of the screens suddenly screamed in horror, "Who are you! Damn it! How did you get in!"
Bang!
Her answer was a resolute gunshot; the woman in the screen was shot in the forehead, and the red and white matter directly rendered the KH Alliance logo behind her eerily strange.
Everyone who was celebrating froze; they hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
Then the woman's screen began to shake, and then a face appeared on the screen.
"Oh, good evening, gentlemen, John Wick greets you!"
Finally, the screen went black, with a few gunshots faintly heard.
The others in the screen looked at each other; this was a situation they had never encountered before.
"John Wick! How could he be in Monica's safe house!"
Someone questioned, but more people began to feel uneasy.
John Wick, a legend in the assassin world.
To be targeted by him was a dead end, and now, he had targeted everyone present.
However, some were not afraid.
"Hahaha, one John Wick has you all scared? He's just a retired assassin who hasn't been at his peak for many years; let him come, I'll take his head and make a specimen out of it, that would be very interesting."
Oriska looked at the blacked-out screen for a long time without speaking; this guy, had he finally come?
A final faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then slowly widened.
Interesting!
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