Cough, cough!

Cough, cough, cough!!!

The corridor full of tear gas was filled with coughing sounds everywhere, and those sounds represented a living life, no matter good or evil.

The special police, who had been scolded by Matthew, rushed out at the strongest moment of tear gas. Then two other special police followed him with guns. The three men bent over in the thick smoke, lowered their heads and rushed forward, turning into a black figure at the door of Room 31 and flashed by.

At that time, the people in the toilet 31 revealed a muzzle at the edge of the toilet after hearing the footsteps. The sniper could not tell whether the gunman was planning to rush out or defend against the special police rushing in at any time. At such a critical moment, the gunshot sounded from far to near. When a "bang" penetrated into his ears, the wall of the toilet in Room 31 showed a pitch-black bullet hole and dust particles rippled from the surrounding sunlight.

"f***!" The Mexican shrank back under the threat of bullets, and the unwillingness to be shouted and scolded had been revealed.

At this moment, there was no trace of anyone in the thick fog of tear gas outside the door, and only footsteps were constantly moving forward.

"ah!!"

The injured person struggling in pain was lying horizontally in the middle of the corridor. His blue uniform pants had been torn apart by the airflow of the grenade just now. The rag strips were stuck in blood along the muscles on the calf. The wounds on his legs were messy, and at least four or five bleeding points appeared on one leg. This seemed to be collapsed by shrapnel and gravel between the walls.

Lin and Hammers have stuck their location, 34, 3

Another gunshot.

Cisse didn't know where the gunshot came from. He just stopped moving forward under the gunshots. After the gunshots stopped, he grabbed Miro behind him and continued to move forward.

He told himself, "There is no need to stop, and if he is shot, he will definitely feel it. If he is not shot, he will have to grab it every minute'!

This man was scolded and fisted by Matthew and was also deeply blamed himself. No one knew if there were anyone in the rooms that had not opened, but the wounded and the crying sounds had already penetrated into his heart, like someone's hand, tearing his soul into pieces.

"Nick!!!"

Cice shouted as soon as she was about to pass the corridor. As Nick, who was sweating protruding her butt and pulling Pablo downstairs, the black man raised his head and responded to his shouting: "What?"

"Can't you transport the patrolman in your hand to the downstairs? Idiot! Don't forget that there are not only our special police officers in this corridor, but also your anti-black and anti-drug department people. Why don't you come to help!"

Nick looked downstairs. Seeing more than a dozen patrolmen preparing to receive the wounded, he looked at Pablo who was unconscious again. He raised his head and sighed complainingly, cursing: "******, as long as you don't die, you have to go to your life."

That second, Nick rushed back, quickly rushed through the door 31 with his body low, and then took the man in Cice's hand and dragged it back hard.

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded in the corridor. In the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department for many years, Nick, who was not unfamiliar with Spanish, immediately raised his head like a frightened hyena. He understood the Spanish, and a woman was shouting: "Use a grenade to explode tear gas, otherwise no one would want to go out alive."

"Grenade!!!"

Nick shouted wildly with a gas mask, for fear that his voice would be weaker and others would not hear it.

Just now!

A 'gul' sound came, and Nick heard a particularly clear sound in the smoke. When he lowered his head, he just felt something hitting his feet.

Thumb!

Nick's heart twitched violently!

He also reminded others, but the next second the grenade had already appeared in front of him...

Nick subconsciously raised his foot, and then he suddenly understood the intention of his move. Then he used all his strength to tug the instep, hoping that the grenade would be kicked back by himself before it exploded.

Swish.

The grenade was stirred by Nick and jumped up. The cylindrical body jumped and began to roll back on the way it came. Nick was sweating in this nervous situation. Every impact of the grenade and the ground was like a big hammer hitting his heart, because you didn't know where the grenade was, and it exploded in an instant.

During the collision, the tail of the grenade hit the ground, and its trajectory changed from then to the arc, turning across the gap between the door panel and the wall, and hiding inside the wall.

At this time, Nick finally woke up and pulled the special police officer on the ground hard...

boom!!!!!

A huge explosion came again, and the earth seemed to be shaking in this rumbling sound. On the weekend, he could no longer sit in the command car. He stood up from his wheelchair and jumped out with one foot from the command car. When he landed on the ground, he reached out to hold the front cover of a police car behind the command car, at that time, the huge fire on the third floor was still shining under the window frame without glass.

Zhou turned his head and looked at Matthew. Matthew, who had just stepped out of the command car, was standing there carrying the intercom, and was snatching the intercom at the weekend and said to the intercom, "Nick, are you okay?"

After not getting an answer for a long time, Zhouzhang looked up at the third floor above his head again, grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Nick, you must be fine, right?"

"You must be fine!"

"Nick!!"

On the third floor, smoke and dust kept floating out of the collapsed walls. In the room, a broken leg was pressed against the window of the other wall. At the other end, a Mexican with his legs lost was lying on the ground in black. His face had been blown away, his body was covered with wounds, and blood kept flowing out of his wounds and broken leg, and soon gathered into a pool.

At the handrail of the stairs outside the door of Room 31, Miro half of his body bent the railing and poked out, and his whole body was already in a deep coma. Beside him, Nick was lying there with his eyes open, and a black face covered with dust mixed with sweat, even his breathing became very weak.

Neil's earphones were still roaring on the weekend, but the scorching tiles of the tiles that were broken out on the weekend were not seen, and the sharp blades of the tiles had pierced into his chest. Blood was spreading on the dusty T-shirt, just in a position where the bulletproof vest could not be protected.

Nick could no longer hear anything, and no one could see the scene in his mind, but the black man spoke at the slowest speed.

Scream...

Scream...

There was a sound from the walkie-talkie on the weekend, and some intermittent sounds were appearing: "When I was in college, you thought I was playing hip-hop for music, haha, cough, actually, no, no, no, it was for being surrounded by more girls, and being able to go to bed with them more easily. I, right?, don't you... disappoint you...m..."

"Nick?"

"Nick??!!"

"Nick!!!!"

Matthew snatched the intercom and cursed: "Sniper, why did the explosion occur? Didn't you stop any Mexicans from hindering the rescue operation??"

"Privately, I'm sorry, the curtains in Room 31 were blown up by the wind and my vision was blocked."
Chapter completed!