Chapter 22

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The enemy didn't choose to rashly corner; instead, they cooked grenades.

According to the original tactical arrangement, "Boss" should have immediately turned and withdrawn to the next firepower point, while Brandon was to throw a grenade toward roughly the same position for cover.

The moment Brandon saw the grenade thrown in, before it even hit the ground, he was already preparing to pull the pin.

But Milton, seeing this scene, couldn't help but frown slightly.

Because he hadn't heard the sound of the enemy pulling the pin... the grenade thrown in was most likely a dud.

If they followed the original tactical arrangement, the three of them would most likely safely withdraw to the next firepower point... but this also meant the enemy would not only occupy the stairwell — such an important defensive position — without any losses, but also consume their side's few throwing weapons.

The further back they withdrew, the smaller the maneuvering space would become!

But Milton also didn't have time to use the radio to tell his teammates his judgment; first, speaking would expose information; second, time was too short — judgment can appear in an instant, but transmitting information takes time!

He could only watch how "Boss" would choose... hoping the estimate wasn't high; the vast majority of people find it very hard to stay calm at this time, and making a choice that can definitely preserve their current life is instinct.

Milton regretted missing such a battle opportunity in his heart; by this time he had already planned to retreat.

But "Boss" didn't act as he guessed; his aiming direction didn't move in the slightest, he merely tiptoed his right foot back, casually simulating a footstep sound.

He judged this was a dud grenade!

Milton's spirits lifted; good teammate!

The instant the footstep sound appeared, a person holding an AK-74 rapidly cut in at high speed, muzzle aimed at the downward stairs, obviously preparing to sneak attack from behind.

But there was no one there!

Bang bang bang! Dong dong dong!

Gunshots from three directions rang out almost simultaneously; Milton's first bullet precisely pierced the enemy's heart!

The clean and neat kill bought "Boss" more retreat time!

"Boss" only held the trigger for less than half a second before turning and withdrawing; he didn't go down the stairs, but directly vaulted the railing, planning to jump straight down.

After confirming the enemy was eliminated, Milton sharply prepared to pull back his muzzle, re-aim at the door — just now that enemy with the AK-74 chose to rapidly cut into a dangerous angle; although he died very fast, he successfully diverted Milton and Brandon's muzzles.

In other words, right now no one was covering the stairwell entrance/exit; the remaining two enemies gained a brief window to cut in.

But Milton was still a step slow.

The two enemies had already completed cutting in; one holding an FNFAL, wearing heavy body armor, a burly man aimed at "Boss" preparing to go downstairs; the other opened fire to suppress Milton and Brandon who were low on ammo.

Bang! Bang... Clang!

Four people fired simultaneously!

Several gunshots rang out; the burly man, Brandon, and "Boss" simultaneously emitted several wisps of white smoke, accompanied by the sounds of bullets hitting ceramic plates and plates shattering.

One of Milton's bullets even hit the burly man's head, but unfortunately the entry angle was too steep; the bullet was deflected by the PASGT helmet he wore onto the wall.

Ricochet... pity! If the angle had been just a bit better, luck just a bit better, this big man would have been headshot.

A missed battle opportunity can never return; Milton didn't dwell on it; seeing Boss had already "gone downstairs," he immediately withdrew, took out a grenade, pulled the pin and threw it.

The enemy's choice was the same as his; they also threw a grenade downward.

Boom! Boom!

Two grenades exploded simultaneously.

At this time, the three had already withdrawn from the stairwell, crouching guarding the entrance/exit.

Milton didn't hesitate, took out another flashbang and a grenade, threw them in succession with force, hoping to gain a bit more breathing time.

The enemy's movements were faster than he imagined, more decisive; not only did they dare to forcefully organize a counterattack after being sneak attacked, they even hit "Boss" more than once.

Milton opened the radio, quickly said: "Enemy still has two combat personnel remaining, condition good, preliminarily suspect one used Level 4 armor plate; our rifle rounds cannot cause effective kill damage to his torso."

"Remaining teammates report injuries now."

"Brandon received, hit in chest, but uninjured. Over."

It's normal for AK-74 firing ordinary rounds to not penetrate Level III armor.

One second later, "Boss"'s voice came over the radio, carrying breathing sounds: "Back took two rounds, or three M80... pain sensation extremely intense, should significantly affect my mobility."

Hearing this, Milton frowned.

Not fatal injuries... but the situation is not optimistic!

Bulletproof vests save lives, especially when facing rounds at their protection limit; they absolutely cannot make someone uninjured.

You must know, even the most classic "broken ribs," in medical classification, are only minor or slight injuries.

But with broken ribs, how can you still fight?

"Boss"'s injuries are definitely lighter than broken ribs, but it's not good news either; at the very least this injury has already seriously affected his combat capability.

Milton himself is also injured... the enemy doesn't know how many throwing weapons they have left... enemy Level 4 plates against our intermediate power rounds can basically remain uninjured...

Difficult.

This is Milton's judgment on this battle situation after synthesizing all information.

Numerical advantage? The wounded often play a negative role in many cases!

What's more, Milton is also carrying injuries.

Any other methods... how to turn the situation around?

Just as Milton was racking his brains for a way, he saw a grenade thrown down.

Under the situation of reduced to only two people, the enemy still chose to attack... looks like they also judged the opponent was on the verge of collapse.

Milton sighed inwardly, took off the grenade, quickly pulled the pin and threw it out, then planned to retreat into the Bedroom.

Due to his excessively poor condition, Milton this time could not judge whether the enemy had not pulled the pin or he had not heard the sound of the pin being pulled.

A firepower point that could very likely inflict casualties on the enemy was thus forced to be abandoned.

The three people set out, retreating in the direction of the Bedroom.

However, just at this moment, an accident occurred unexpectedly.

During the retreat, the injured "Boss" suddenly stumbled, unable to keep up with the Team!

The grenade explosion was in the blink of an eye; just because of this one stumble, the "Boss" had no chance to rendezvous with his Teammates, and could only turn and flee toward the nearer Pharmacy……

That was a Simple Layout!

Milton hid in the Room, listening to two grenade explosions at the Door, his mood sinking to rock bottom.

Already at a disadvantage, and now split apart……

If the enemy obtained this information, what they would do next would be very simple——hold the Door of Milton's Room, while simultaneously pouring grenades into the "Boss"'s Room!

In a Simple Layout there is nowhere to dodge grenades……

After solving the "Boss", then utilizing the advantage in quantity of throwing weapons, bit by bit bite to death Milton and Brandon inside the Room.

And if Milton and Brandon wanted to charge out to rescue, it would be equivalent to forcibly acting as the Attacker in CQB under disadvantageous conditions, they would only die even faster.

The only good news is the other side temporarily does not know this information yet……but they won't need long to find out.

At this moment, Milton truly fell into a desperate situation.

Actually……Milton still had a last-ditch method, but that would be built upon a Teammate's sacrifice.

It wasn't that Milton was a holy mother, hesitating at the critical moment, but rather he would not pin his hopes on someone else's voluntary sacrifice.

That was too unreliable.

If this decision led to internal strife within the Team, the Combat would immediately produce a victor.

Brandon at this time was already panicked: "What to do?! He, he's outside……"

They had already heard the footsteps of the enemy's two people gradually approaching……

Suddenly, the "Boss"'s voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Can't wait any longer, the enemy temporarily still doesn't know our position information, I'll pull out now, you'll be able to shoot their flank……at least one flank."

Wait any longer, wait until the other side obtains the corresponding information, and the three people will be completely done for!

Brandon stared wide-eyed: "But……"

"Two seconds later I will pull out, good luck, friends."

A flash of shock passed through Milton's eyes, but he had no time to think further, immediately raised the Muzzle, and charged toward Outside the Door.

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong……

The sound of the MP5 Submachine Gun rang out; the two people Outside the Door obviously hadn't expected the enemy to appear in a Room that was easy to attack and hard to defend; under high pressure and surprise, their coordination inevitably made a mistake——both simultaneously turned and fired back, No One was holding Milton's Room Door anymore!

Bang Bang Bang……

Under the sweeping fire of the FNFAL and AK-74, fragments of the Bulletproof Vest on the "Boss" flew and scattered; he only persisted for less than half a second, and then there was no more Movement.

Generally speaking, if the Plate makes a loud noise, it means the kinetic energy was successfully dispersed, and the probability of blocking is high.

Conversely, if there is no Movement to speak of, it means it was penetrated.

Almost simultaneously, Milton and Brandon had also pulled out; the Type 56 Assault Rifle and Type 81 sprayed fire tongues, Bullets splashing like a violent rain toward the two enemies who had exposed their Flanks.

The enemy holding the AK-74 instantly fell; on the big man wearing Heavy Body Armor, countless white puffs exploded——he intended to rely on the Heavy Body Armor, turn and counterattack!

But his attempt Failed.

One of Milton's Type 56 7.62x39mm Bullets drilled into the gap between Plates, struck his Right Shoulder from the side, the bullet head tumbled from the Shoulder all the way to the chest, blasting out a cloud of blood mist.

The only combat opportunity was seized!

Milton calmly pulled the Trigger, discovered the other party still tried to draw a Pistol with his Left Hand after losing his Right Hand; he shifted the Muzzle, poured the last Bullets in the Magazine into the big man's Left Arm, and shot his Left Arm into Fragmentation as well.

This big man fell.

The gunfire stopped.

Two seconds, three people fell, the losers wiped out, the victors a miserable victory. This is CQB, this is the Meat Grinder.

"Boss!" Brandon threw the Rifle directly onto the ground, stumbled and ran toward where the Boss had fallen, "You f*cking……you, you! You……"

He wanted to curse the "Boss" as a Fool, but however he tried he couldn't say it out loud. Because if the "Boss" were a "smart person", then the ones dead today would be the three of them.

This is Brandon's friend of many years, who experienced life and death together, earned money together, succeeded together and failed together.

"Shut……up, listen to me." The "Boss" violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Green Leaf Street No. 4, Zone 2, my……money, is there. Talk Inheritance first then Last Words, so you don't die having said half and leave me guessing, how about it, am I smart?"

Brandon's whole body was trembling, he had no leisure to joke; he unfastened the scrapped Tactical Vest, saw that minced, bloody meat pulp, and his whole body went cold.

"You……you wait, I know a Black Clinic that still opens at midnight, he's very good at treating Gunshot Wounds. You, you Persist a bit, don't fall asleep! There will be a way!"

"Listen, I……say." The "Boss" turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the Banknotes on the Pharmacy cashier counter, a reluctant and Helpless Smile appeared on his face, "Sigh, neither of us lacks diligence, hope you can have one more share of luck than me, my friend."

Finished speaking, the "Boss" closed his eyes.

"No……you f*cking, you get up for me! Get up……" Brandon completely Collapsed, his eyes red, he lunged at Milton, "Tourniquet, give me a Tourniquet! Quick……"

Milton pinching the Type 81, was silent for two seconds, said in a Complex Tone: "He is already dead."

Hearing this sentence, Brandon let out a Roar, he turned and lunged at the big man on the ground.

He lifted the Helmet, punched the big man in the face.

Seeing the big man cough up a mouthful of blood, lips moving, Brandon punched again.

He had no interest in listening to the other party's hardships and past sufferings.

Brandon just punched the big man's face again and again, venting the Anger in his heart.

Puh……Puh……

The sound of fists striking flesh echoed in bursts in the Underground Basement.

Pfft... pfft!

Watching Brandon swing his fists numbly, watching that corpse already beyond human shape, Milton stood in the darkness, his tone carrying a bit of a sigh:

"He's already dead."