Chapter 4451

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

Gunshots and screams sounded almost simultaneously. Everyone turned back to look; Dr. Oude had actually been shot and fallen to the ground.

"Damn it!" Amanda cursed angrily and roared, "Forget about him, keep charging inside!"

Several people obeyed, and Dr. Oude was left behind. Schiller looked back at him; the other party was holding his lower abdomen, his face was a bit painful, seemingly truly unable to deal with the gunshot wound.

Schiller turned his head to look forward again. At this time, Amanda was charging at the very front, Damian was slower than her, basically on par with Steve. The Allens' speed was about the same as his, while Bruce was at the very back.

Just at this moment of observation, Schiller heard the sound of "whoosh whoosh whoosh" coming from his ears. He instinctively rolled to the side, and as a result, another scream came from beside him: "Ah! My leg!!!"

He turned his head to look; Mrs. Allen had fallen to the ground, holding her lower leg and twitching in pain. Mr. Allen hurriedly went to pull her, but he was also shot and fell to the ground.

Schiller shook his head secretly; they were truly a mob.

Amanda still lived up to expectations in her stupidity; counting on leading such a group of people to charge in was simply a daydream.

In this team, there were too few true professionals. The Allens both belonged to scientists and hadn't undergone any military training. Although they could barely use a handgun, they couldn't shoot very accurately.

Dr. Oude was also a pure scholar, even more frail; he hadn't touched a gun many times in his life, and didn't understand the technique of exerting force at all. Even if his physical fitness was better than before, his mobility was also very weak.

People who hadn't undergone any military training, when encountering danger, would look like they were stunned; in fact, they just realized the danger existed, but didn't know how to avoid it, so they were stunned on the spot.

When running inside just now, the few leading ones were all running in small, fast steps with their waists bent, one hand holding a gun, one hand holding the wall, just like in a trench. While Dr. Oude and the Allens were like exercising on a treadmill, their bodies were held high and straight, and they kept swinging their arms. Just like that, they ran past two windows of the hospital.

Sure enough, they were directly knocked down by the police who were aiming outside the window with "bang bang" shots. Fortunately, the distance was relatively far, and the police weren't aiming very accurately, so they didn't hit their heads, otherwise they would have died on the spot.

The most professional one should be Damian. He had undergone Batman's training, also had combat experience, and often engaged in street fighting. Whether it was an assault or infiltration, he was a good hand.

Steve wasn't bad either. Don't look at him as a pilot, but the pilots of that era were also selected from ordinary soldiers. Whether as a pilot or an infantryman, he was very excellent, and his various tactical postures were beyond reproach.

But the problem was, both of them were distracted. Normally, when running in a trench, or when a squad is transferring in street fighting, there must be someone opening the way, someone covering the rear, or observing or escorting from a favorable position.

But their brains had completely stopped turning. Amanda shouted "Charge," and they really just buried their heads and charged inside, not caring about their teammates behind at all. Damian, relying on his small size, slipped past along the wall. Although Steve was relatively strong, he was better at trench running, and also disappeared quickly. Thus, Dr. Oude and the Allens, who had absolutely no experience, were unlucky and were directly knocked down.

Actually, it's not that you can't lead new recruits in street fighting, but Amanda had absolutely no such experience. In the past, when she led troops, the agents were all battle-hardened; even the worst ones were at least academy graduates, and those tactical movements had been practiced countless times. If it really didn't work, imitating their predecessors wouldn't lead to them falling so quickly.

Therefore, Amanda felt that leading a team for a street fighting assault was like playing a game; you send a signal, and everyone goes over. She didn't expect that ordinary people with absolutely no experience couldn't even pass the first level.

Amanda, who had just run to the stairwell, looked back and saw that the squad had already lost half. She was furious on the spot; she wanted to blame someone, but didn't know who to blame. Anyway, she herself was definitely not to be blamed; you couldn't blame the police who were guarding for having too accurate marksmanship, right?

She gritted her teeth and cursed again, then waved her hand and shouted: "Assault from the outside of the second floor!"

That's right, the stairwell had already been blocked, the door on the second floor had been locked, and it was definitely impossible to enter. They could only break the glass on the second floor and then assault from outside the wall; this was also a very common assault method.

Amanda broke the glass first, leaned out to look, the grappling claw grabbed the drainpipe bracket upstairs, jumped out, and moved left and right, climbing up while swinging the grappling hook higher. The police below actually didn't hit her.

When she arrived at the window on the second floor, she looked back and found that many helicopters had surrounded them, including military armed helicopters and television helicopters. Amanda snorted coldly: "These media people are really like ghosts."

She rushed into the second floor, followed by Damian. But he didn't intend to waste effort dodging bullets at all. He jumped out violently, then turned around in the air, a powerful grappling hook shot out, directly grabbed the roof of the hospital, and then retracted quickly, instantly flying over to the rooftop.

After Amanda jumped in, she found that Damian hadn't followed. She turned to look out the window and saw Damian go up with a "whoosh." She cursed: "Bastard, I told you to go to the second floor!!!"

At this time, the police surrounding the outside had already discovered what they intended to do, so they gathered toward this direction one after another. Steve looked outside and shook his head, saying: "No, you can't jump, otherwise you will definitely be beaten into a sieve. Let's go the other way."

Schiller and Bruce also had no opinion. Steve went out of the stairwell again, taking advantage of the fact that the police hadn't caught up yet, and ran in another direction. The two of them also followed behind.

Arriving at the stairwell on the other side of the hall, they found that it was also blocked, but there was a ventilation pipe above. Steve climbed directly onto the stair railing, stepped on the railing, removed the door of the ventilation pipe, and then drilled directly into it.

Although the pilot was physically strong, his body type was generally small, because if he was too tall and strong, he couldn't sit in the plane. So Steve didn't waste much effort and drilled in. Only Schiller and Bruce were left in the stairwell.

"What should we do?" Bruce asked, "I knew it would be very chaotic, but I didn't expect it to be this chaotic. I, the core figure, was just left behind like this?"

Schiller was also a bit helpless. Although this was precisely the effect he and Batman wanted, was the effect too good?

They fooled Damian in the middle of the night, of course, not just to make him upset, but precisely because they were worried that Damian was too professional, leading to the assault action being too smooth.

Damian was the most experienced and professional person among them. He would be very clear that Amanda's set wouldn't work. So if he remained rational, he would definitely argue for it, and then arrange a more reasonable battle plan—Amanda might not be able to win against him.

If Damian had really become the squad leader, the police and agents participating in the hospital guard work might have suffered casualties, while this squad could have arrived in front of the President almost unscathed, and the subsequent plan wouldn't have been able to proceed.

Conversely, first sending Damian's soul off the field, letting Amanda have absolute dominance, things would become like this now—losing two at the very beginning, the remaining people fighting on their own, not even seeing the President's shadow, and the team had already been scattered.

Schiller waved his hand at Bruce and led him upstairs. Arriving at the blocked stairwell, he knocked on the door directly and said: "It's me, open the door."

After a while, the door slowly opened a small crack. The person opposite saw it was Schiller, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door to let them in, and then said: "That woman has already rushed to the door. That kid is breaking in from top to bottom. The rest of the people don't know where they went."

"It's okay. You don't have to engage in a firefight with them, just relax the guard a little. It's best not to have any casualties, otherwise the President will come to find trouble with me."

"Rest assured, I've already told them. Just fire shots without showing your face, run if you can, hide if you can, nothing will happen."

"According to the plan, you withdraw as soon as I give the signal, don't forget."

"Rest assured."

Schiller nodded and led Bruce, who was carrying a big gun, to walk toward the door of the President's ward openly.

Turning a corner, they finally arrived at the door of the ward. The sound of "pitter-patter" gunfire came from the corridor opposite; clearly, Amanda would soon kill her way out. And at this time, Steve also walked over from the corner, and Damian also pried open the elevator door and jumped out from the top of the car.

The group finally successfully met at the door. But they knew there was still a tough battle to fight, because the President's ward wasn't the kind of ordinary ward where you could see people as soon as you pushed the door, it was a luxury suite, and there must be more powerful defensive forces inside.

Amanda ran over, panting. Schiller sized her up; he didn't see blood on her, which meant that although the battle just now sounded very intense, it was actually just for show.

Schiller pretended to look at his phone, frowned, stopped Amanda who was about to rush in, and said: "Wait a minute, the Justice League might be inside."

"What? Didn't they say they hadn't arrived yet?"

"We were a bit late, or rather they were a bit fast. It seems the President is indeed very important to them, otherwise they wouldn't have rushed back to guard so quickly. We have to be quick, if Batman comes..."

A solemn look also appeared on Amanda's face. Batman doesn't make a move unless he has to; once he makes a move, he directly kills Steppenwolf in seconds; whoever sees it feels panicked. Amanda took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the ward.

She thought there would be guards in the entryway, but after pushing it open, it was empty. Schiller lowered his voice and said: "The Justice League has come, so there's no need to have so many ordinary people standing guard."

Amanda nodded. This could also be considered a good thing, allowing her to infiltrate to the closest distance at the fastest speed, as long as the distance was close enough...

She turned to look at Bruce and said: "Later, Damian and I will create an opportunity for you to shoot. Remember, you can only succeed, not fail."

Bruce nodded and picked up the gun. The group walked inside together. Just after passing the screen and coming to the living room, they saw Wonder Woman and the others. Diana was shocked, immediately picked up the shield and God Killer sword next to her, and Arthur also put on a fighting posture.

Seeing the two of them, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, these two people were considered the easiest to deal with in the Justice League. She rushed directly toward Diana, and Schiller raised his eyebrows.

Diana raised her shield to meet the attack. Because she didn't know the depth, she just blocked it symbolically, but unexpectedly found that she was repelled.

"Fine, fine, fine, stop pretending, right." Diana snorted coldly in her heart and directly raised her sword to counterattack. But the moment she raised her hand, she was entangled by Damian's grappling hook. Arthur also stepped forward and fought with them in one place.

Schiller watched from the side; no wonder this group of people dared to charge the Justice League's formation; they really had superpowers. It's just that they hadn't been exposed thoroughly yet; they looked like they just had a bit more strength.

Thus, taking advantage of their fierce battle, Schiller retreated to the corner of the wall and pressed a button on his phone. Not long after, with a "bang," half of the entire hospital was blown down.