Fierce Battle

The first group of mafia rushing down unprepared, and took a wave of bullets from the front.

The rest of the people hurriedly squatted down and hid behind the handrail of the stairs. The gorgeous and sturdy marble railings blocked some of the bullets for them.

But from time to time, someone was hit by bullets shot in the gaps, and the enemies were completely suppressed there, unable to fight back.

But soon, waves of gunmen ran down from the second floor, using the stairs as cover to attack Ray and the others.

Although Howard and his team kept killing the enemies, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. Each of them hid behind the cover and fought fiercely with the Mafia on the opposite side.

Howard, who was afraid of death, actually moved out from behind Ray, stood in the field carelessly, and shot at the stairs, again and again, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Howard, who suddenly appeared, attracted the attention of several gunmen. Upon seeing this, a strong man with a double-barreled shotgun immediately moved his gun and pointed it at Howard.

With a sound of "Boom!", a burst of fire burst out from the muzzle, and the dozen lead bullets loaded in the shotgun scattered into a small piece, hitting Howard's chest and abdomen, and the huge impact sent him flying.

Howard, who fell to the ground, grinned. The moment he was hit by the shot just now, he felt as if he had been punched more than a dozen times at the same time, causing his bones to hurt.

Before he could sigh about the powerful defensive power of the bulletproof armor, Howard rolled several times in a row and hid behind a pile of sofas. The solid wood was strong enough to withstand the attacks of these small-caliber bullets.

The brawny man who hit Howard just now widened his eyes, looking at Howard who was not hurt, wondering if he had filled his gun with rubber bullets, but before he could raise his gun to attack again, a bullet shot from the corner penetrated his head.

More and more gunmen rushed down from the second floor, and everyone from the Martial Arts Gym was gradually suppressed. They could only hide behind things such as corners and pillars and stuck their heads out to fight back while the firepower weakened.

In fact, with Ray's strength, he can quickly kill all these gunmen, but he hid in the corner of the hall and rarely shot.

Most of Ray's attention was on Albert and the others. When they stick their heads out from behind the cover and are exposed, Ray paid close attention. When aiming, Ray's bullet will take the lead and kill any threatening shooter.

As for Howard's shot? As long as it's not an attack on the head, a non-fatal attack doesn't matter.

He is not in a hurry to end the battle. It is rare for everyone in the Martial Arts Gym to have the opportunity to participate in the actual battle.

It is just an opportunity to exercise them well. The battle with real guns and live ammunition is the fastest way to grow.

With Ray's secret support, although they were suppressed by opposite side, their lives were not in danger.

Occasionally, bullets hit them, but it just felt like they had been punched, the place where they were shot was unscathed.

And their marksmanship was not weak.

Although they were suppressed by dense bullets from the opposite side and their firepower had been weakened a lot. They were still killing the enemies upstairs.

Fewer and fewer people rushed downstairs, and more people were killed.

The advantage, the momentum gradually weakened.

In such a fierce gun battle, one side suffered heavy casualties, while the other side suffered no casualties. Feeling the gradual reduction of the companions around them, the remaining people couldn't help but feel fearful, and their firepower also weakened.

Nikola hid behind a thick marble pillar and quickly changed the magazines.

With his sharp reflexes and precise marksmanship, he killed at least five enemies.

After changing the magazines, Nikola felt that the bullets hitting the marble pillar behind him were much sparser. Without wasting this opportunity, Nikola immediately stepped out, aiming his gun at the enemy on the opposite stairs with both hands, and quickly pulled the trigger.

The first bullet hit the marble handrail of the stairs, cracking a gap in the smooth and gorgeous marble.

The second bullet that followed passed through the gap between the armrests and shot into the chest of a mafia hiding behind.

With two shots, Nikola immediately dodged and hid behind the marble pillar again, followed by a dense burst of bullets, sending the stone chips from the stone pillar flying.

Others were not idle either. They also seized the opportunity of the opponent's weakened firepower and shot a burst of fire, each killing an enemy.

On the contrary, Albert's performance was a bit eye-catching.

At first, he hid at the corner of the wall on one side of the hall, leaning against the wall, holding a pistol in each hand by his ear.

But taking advantage of the gap between the weakening firepower, he turned around and dodged, his hands stretched forward with the rotation of his body, his sharp eyes firmly locked on the enemy on the opposite stairs, and the two pistols were fired almost simultaneously.

Under the impetus of gunpowder, the two bullets rushed out of the barrel of the gun in no particular order, spinning at a high speed, and shot towards the stairs.

On the stairs, two mafia men were standing in front of the handrail, holding two Thompson submachine guns, pouring bullets down with ruthless expressions.

Puhh! Puhh

Two bullets pierced into the flesh, and blood splashed from their chests. They groaned and fell to the ground.

Albert's gun-wielding hands kept swinging, constantly aiming and firing, and at the same time, he kept at his feet and quickly moved towards the marble column on one side.

Albert can be said to have the best marksmanship among the crowd except for Ray. Under the double gunfire, the gunmen fell one after another, and the opponent's counterattack hit him, but it only made his figure slightly bend.

Then he hid behind the stone pillar again.

With a calm demeanor, Ray, who was always paying attention to the battlefield, nodded secretly. He couldn't help but think of Harry, the skilled and elegant gentleman, the old agent in "Kingsman The Secret Service".

As for Howard, who is warlike but afraid of death, he hid behind a pile of thick solid wood sofas and shot upward through the gap. He chose a tricky place, and it was difficult for the gunman on the opposite stairs to target him. Hiding there, shooting with excitement on his face, he killed no fewer enemies than Albert.

A mafia gunman on the stairs noticed Howard hiding behind the sofa and quietly raised his gun to aim at him.

And Howard, who thought he was hiding well, didn't notice this and was still shooting.