Inside the banquet hall, the smell of gunpowder and blood mixed, and the crystal chandeliers swayed with the tremors of gunfire, casting fragmented light and shadow onto the bullet casings and corpses scattered across the floor.
"Viper's" MP5SD6 submachine gun spat death.
He adopted standard CQB tactics, pressing the gunstock firmly against his shoulder, firing short bursts continuously while moving rapidly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Three muffled sounds, 9mm bullets drilled through the tactical vests of two bodyguards, and the third bodyguard had barely raised his gun when a burst of bullets caved in his chest, knocking over a champagne tower, glass fragments mixing with splashing blood.
The bullets ran out, and pulling the trigger resulted in no firing. "Viper" slapped the release button with lightning speed, but a new magazine had not yet been inserted.
Captain Mike's custom 1911 had already locked onto the target.
".45 caliber, an old friend."
Mike's left arm was bloody, but his gun-wielding right hand was as steady as a rock.
The trigger was pulled, and a 230-grain heavy bullet whistled out, directly tearing a bowl-sized gash in "Hound's" temple.
Brain matter and bone fragments splattered in a fan shape onto the dining table, staining the silver cutlery pink.
But the killing was not over.
"Iron Fist" cut in from the flank like a phantom, his right hand's Glock 18 continuing suppressive Shooting, while his left hand suddenly whipped out a Microtech Combat Claw Knife, a favorite close-quarters weapon of special forces.
When the blade sliced across the last bodyguard's carotid artery, it didn't even make a sound.
The bodyguard clutched his gushing throat in a daze, kneeling on the ground like a sack of grain that had been cut open.
The battlefield situation instantly solidified:
Bodyguard side: Mike Howard, left arm through-and-through wound, 1911 with 4 rounds left.
Davis, a newcomer, his gun-holding hand trembling, MCX magazine with only 15 rounds left.
Assassin side: "Viper", his right leg torn open by a stray bullet, currently reloading.
"Hawkeye", the barrel of his HK417 was glowing red in the second-floor corridor, 7.62mm bullets with 28 rounds left.
"Iron Fist", his claw knife dripping blood, Glock 18 switched to full-automatic mode.
And in everyone's blind spot, Zhang Jie's tactical boots silently crunched over glass shards, the muzzle of his glock 34 slowly rising in the shadows.
"Viper" suddenly swung his gun around: "Xi Ba! Third party!"
The next second, Zhang Jie was focused fired upon!
"Viper's" pupils suddenly constricted, and the muzzle of his MP5SD6 completed its turn within 0.3 seconds.
His roar and the gunshots exploded simultaneously, five 9mm subsonic bullets splattering in a fan shape, the bullets carving bowl-sized indentations into the stone wall where Zhang Jie had previously stood, flying debris grazing his cheek.
Zhang Jie's body had already completed a tactical roll, and as he rose, he adopted the "Chernoff Grip," with his thumb overlapping beneath the slide to ensure maximum recoil control.
The muzzle of the glock 34 spat three tongues of flame, 9mm +P high-pressure rounds tearing through the air, one of them striking the Level III ceramic plate on "Viper's" chest.
The HK417 in the second-floor corridor suddenly roared, 7.62mm NATO rounds, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the marble pillar where Zhang Jie was hiding.
A quarter of the entire Roman pillar was shaved off, and flying debris scattered like buckshot.
Zhang Jie's eardrums buzzed from the shockwave, but the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment.
His glock 34 steadily rose, the muzzle aimed at "Hawkeye's" chest.
The trigger was pulled, a 9mm bullet burst from the barrel, precisely hitting the sniper's heart position.
Bang!
The bulletproof plate dented, the impact causing "Hawkeye" to grunt and lean back.
Zhang Jie's wrist made a slight adjustment, raising the muzzle half an inch, and the second bullet was fired almost simultaneously.
Bang!
The impact point almost overlapped with the first, the sniper's ribs fractured under the immense kinetic energy, the bulletproof plate finally pierced, and blood seeped from the bullet hole.
The muzzle suddenly flicked upwards, pointing straight at his forehead.
Zhang Jie's index finger applied the final pressure to the trigger… Click!
Slide lock!
A ferocious smile appeared beneath "Hawkeye's" bulletproof mask, and the HK417's muzzle had already re-locked onto Zhang Jie.
But the next second… Zhang Jie's left hand swept across his waist to retrieve a new magazine, the empty magazine falling with the release button, then the new magazine slid in, and his right thumb pressed the slide release button.
Click!
The sound of the slide resetting was crisp and clean.
His body suddenly shifted half a step to the side, avoiding the sniper rifle's line of sight, and at the same time, the glock 34 was raised again.
This time, the muzzle was slightly pressed down… Bang!
The third bullet entered "Hawkeye's" open mouth, and a spray of blood mist erupted from the back of his head.
The sniper's body stiffened for a second, then, like a broken puppet, he toppled over the second-floor railing, crashing heavily onto a banquet hall table.
Completing the Mozambique Drill within three seconds, from identifying the position to firing, reloading, and firing again!
Two to the chest, one to the head, even an immortal would shake his head!
Zhang Jie's muzzle was still emitting faint smoke, but his gaze had already turned to the last enemy.
When "Iron Fist" emerged from the smoke, Zhang Jie's breathing hitched slightly; this giant of a man, 190cm tall, had actually secured his companion's corpse to his chest with tactical straps, forming a flesh shield.
The modified Glock 18 in his hand unleashed a hail of bullets at a terrifying rate of 1200 rounds per minute, shattering all the crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall with stray bullets, and a rain of glass poured down.
Zhang Jie suddenly exposed his shoulder to the front left, and "Iron Fist" instinctively turned his gun as expected.
Just as the bullet grazed his bulletproof vest, Zhang Jie pushed off the ground with both legs, using a "Sliding Reverse Shot" to fire from a low angle on the ground.
The bullet entered "Iron Fist's" jaw, and the moment his brainstem was scrambled, the giant's pupils suddenly dilated.
Boom—!
The moment he fired the finishing shot, Zhang Jie suddenly saw a red light flashing inside "Iron Fist's" bulletproof vest.
His body reacted faster than his mind, flipping backward, and the next second, a miniature detonator blew the corpse into a scattering storm of flesh and blood.
The shockwave sent Zhang Jie flying three meters, his back slamming heavily against a piano, the black and white keys emitting a distorted wail.
"Damn! That hurts so much!"
When the smoke cleared, the entire banquet hall was left with only the sound of rolling bullet casings and slowly spreading pools of blood on the floor.
The smoke had not yet fully dispersed, and the lingering echo of gunshots still resonated in Zhang Jie's ears.
He shook his numb right hand, feeling his back.
The barrel of the glock 34 was still emitting wisps of smoke.
"Looks like the mission can't be completed, time to bail."
Just as he turned around.
Creak~
With a sound, the side door suddenly pushed open.
Karel Novak's well-maintained face peered out, followed by the last two bodyguards.
The three of them had clearly intended to slip away in the chaos, but fate, for better or worse, had them run right into Zhang Jie, who was just about to make his escape.
0.3 seconds.
Zhang Jie's brain hadn't even finished processing the scene, but his body had already reacted automatically.
The muscle memory forged over this year of training took over everything.
His wrist flicked, the muzzle of the glock 34, which hung by his thigh, subtly rose, and he pulled the trigger without even aiming.
Bang!
The gunshot was exceptionally crisp in the corridor.
A red dot suddenly appeared on Karel's forehead; he widened his eyes in astonishment, seemingly wanting to say something, but his body was already falling backward uncontrollably.
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