The militants' communication channel suddenly became nervous.

"Warning, warning, unknown snipers appear.

He shot Jerry in the head!

Everyone, hide!"

Not only the guy's teammates who were shot in the head, but also the militants who were rushing from afar were in a state of tension.

Instead of rushing toward this side quickly, they looked for cover to hide their bodies.

The incident spread from the communication channel to the library. The "King of New York" slapped the table hard and limped towards the window.

But when he was about to walk to the window, he suddenly stopped and hesitated, but he still didn't open the curtains to observe.

Half of his face was illuminated by the fire, and he murmured to himself: "Is it a killer? But why does the killer become an enemy of my people?"

It seemed that I suddenly thought of something, the "King of New York" returned to the table and took out a cowhide notebook out of thin air.

After turning to the blank page, the "King of New York" muttered for a while.

Then lines of text began to appear on the blank paper.

"Recruitment contract, now I can only mobilize ordinary recruitment contracts. I wonder if I can let the killer see it?"

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his pen and started filling in the content of the "recruitment contract".

At the same time, Lu Yu had already done some debugging of the scope and began to find the next target.

While the militants were scared by the sudden sniper, Sim tried hard to support Frank and advanced five or six meters towards the apartment.

Frank had fainted, his cheeks that were hugging outside were hot, and blood left a bright red mark on the ice and snow.

"Frank, hey, brother, hold on, someone is saving us! We must go back and go back alive!"

He kept pinching Frank's wrist and slapped Frank's cheek, trying to keep Frank's last bit of consciousness.

Otherwise, there will be a great possibility of death if you are injured, bleeding and fainting.

In the apartment, Sim's wife aimed nervously, but she didn't dare to shoot at will.

Her several shootings before did not result in any result except directing the militants' attention to the apartment.

I knew her marksmanship. She was not a stupid person. At this time, it was obvious that there was a master who wanted to save her husband and others. She could not cause trouble at will.

The daughter, who had always been indifferent, was clenching her fists tightly at this moment, and she didn't notice that her fingernails had cut her palms, and blood oozed out, and then condensed into ice chips due to the low temperature.

She heard her brother's sob and suddenly became angry and slapped her brother in the face: "Don't cry, stand up like a man!"

The two are actually not much different in size, but in terms of body shape, she perfectly inherited the strength of her parents, and her younger brother looks thin instead.

At this time, my younger brother was picked up by my sister like a little chicken and pressed it to the windowsill to let him see what was happening outside.

"Dad is facing death, but you only know how to cry, you trash!"

The sister's scolding pierced her younger brother's heart like a knife. He trembled violently, but he had no choice but to do anything.

Frank's wife buried her child tightly in her arms and refused to let him see the danger of his father at this moment.

Sim's wife noticed it, quickly put down the gun and snatched the child in Jenny's arms. The child finally gasped and coughed.

"Jenny, you must calm down, and when Frank comes back, you have to deal with his gunshot wounds!"

Only then did Jenny realize what kind of disaster she was nervous about. If her husband was shot and died, her son would be suffocated to death...

She didn't dare to think about the consequences, so she held back her tears and followed Sim's wife to watch the situation outside.

Lu Yu fired another shot.

The shot was still aimed at the guy lying on the ground.

Probably not realizing how exposed his goal was, and this guy might even be complacent about how hidden he was, so he never thought about moving his nest.

This blind sense of security made him take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it.

My companion saw it nearby and scolded: "When is it? You are still smoking, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Only then did the guy realize something was wrong and quickly pressed the cigarette butt to the ground and put it out.

However, the next time, when the gunfire sounded, he heard his companion reminding him to yell in the communication channel hysterically: "I was shot, I was shot! My leg was shot!"

The unlucky guy who was shot was about three meters away from the guy who was lying on the ground.

Originally, he was hiding behind a bunker suspected to be the spire of the tower, with only a small part of his body limbs in Lu Yu's vision.

But after Lu Yu aimed at the torso of the guy on the ground and fired again, the bullet broke off the target and reached the unlucky guy next to him.

The unlucky guy's injured thigh lost consciousness. He subconsciously pinched the root of his thigh to stop the bleeding, but blood kept pouring out of the bullet hole.

He fell to the ground and kept begging his teammates to come and save him.

But no one of the cowards around him dared to come to rescue him at the risk of showing his head.

But someone in the distance began to comfort him while touching him.

In the shelter, Lu Yu retreated from the window and debugged the scope while burning the fire.

The weather is also cold enough. In just a few minutes, my beard had already been covered with ice and my snot was frozen in the nostrils.

The hands that were shooting with guns were even red and they hurriedly baked on the small hand stove.

By the way, I took out the canned tomato sauce and beans that had already started to sound in the stove.

Haven't had breakfast yet.

I opened the can, wrapped it in a towel, and ate a full spoonful of hot, sour and sweet tomato sauce, and my body was so warm and comfortable.

Lu Yu held a gun, a small hand stove, and a can, and came to the shooting hole in another room.

The heating has not been used yet, and this room does not have heating facilities, so the temperature is probably below zero.

If it weren't for wearing polar cold-proof clothing and carrying a small hand stove, Lu Yu felt that he would definitely have a problem with the cold.

He opened the shooting hole, roughly determined the shooting target, and re-mounted the rifle.

Good guy, taking advantage of the few minutes he was moving, a team of four militants rushed to more than fifty meters away from his shooting target.

And the unlucky guy who was shot in the leg, I don’t know if he should thank the ghost weather.

His wounds were frozen, and he unexpectedly stopped bleeding. He was lying on the ground and wailing.

Lu Yu shook his head: "I don't believe that I can't beat that guy today."

He once again pointed the sight of the sight at the coward who was lying on the ground. His teammates were only a few meters away from him and didn't dare to go to rescue his teammates, but instead continued to lie on the ground and shivered.
Chapter completed!