puff!

The flash bomb burst into dazzling white light in the air. After the light filled the room, it began to overflow through the gaps in the window. In this case, anyone would scream in the room because when something flew in, everyone's first reaction was to use their eyes to see what was flying in. It would never be possible for someone to close his eyes in this environment.

At such a critical moment, Pjanic and Billy both covered their eyes with their hands and prevented themselves from being hurt when they could not fight. Only Hammers was on guard at the corner of the bedroom wall in the whole room. This was the time period for the three special police officers in the room to have the lowest defense power, and the special police officers outside the door were anxiously waiting for the order to attack.

"1,2,3..." Hammers counted three times in his heart and placed his index finger on the trigger in a blind spot that could not be covered by the flash bomb!

He didn't hear anyone's screams, nor did he hear the sound of blind gangsters hitting the walls and footsteps except for the flash bombs that exploded. That is to say, there was probably no one in the bedroom, and more likely, the criminals hiding elsewhere in the room would take advantage of this moment to fight back.

"ah!!!!!"

A shout came from the kitchen, which was a sound that had already made up his mind to fight for his life. Generally, when a reckless man sacrificed his life and was ready to take action, he would always hear a beast-like roar.

Hanmers knelt in the corner of the wall and aimed at the kitchen with a gun. His elbow was placed on his knees. His muzzle was slightly raised. His face, holding the gas mask, could see a bead of sweat from the eye mask, stretching out the corner of his eyes, but at this moment he had no time to take off the damn thing.

A Mexican stood up from the kitchen, and the guy held an ak47. Hammers recognized the gun model just as his opponent got up halfway. Seeing this scene, he quickly pulled the trigger without waiting for the Mexican to stand up!

Da da!

After Hammers hooked the trigger with his finger, the gunshot sounded in his ears. When the familiar recoil appeared on his gun, he knew that he had hit it. However, this was not a time to relax. When Hammers saw the bullet rushing out at the muzzle, the Mexican man's lower abdomen and chest were blown out by the rotation force of the bullet. This force made the bandit turn directly along the bullet's rushing in under the impact. It was clean and neat. What Hammers had to do next is to continue searching for guys who might pose a threat within his eyes, and must minimize the risk.

bump.

Clang.

The fallen Mexican scraped off the pot in the kitchen. Hammers was not disturbed by the sound. His eyes moved horizontally above the half-person high cabinet in the kitchen, ensuring that no next bastard stood up, and a shadow appeared on the ground in the flash of the 304 bedroom flash bomb!

Swish.

Hammers immediately turned the gun, and the shadow appeared from the direction of the toilet. After seeing this scene, he made his next plan, which was to change the point shot to a strafing moment the gun moved. Try not to give the other party time to shoot.

Bang.

The gunshot rang out immediately, and when Hammers saw the man who walked out of the toilet and held the mp5. He saw the dark muzzle first, and then, Hammers' Adam's apple squirmed, because no matter how he was aiming at his muzzle, he could not do anything faster than the guy who rushed out of the toilet. This guy appeared in synchronization with the bastard in the kitchen, and the saliva he swallowed was the only action he could do at this stage.

puff.

The sound of bullets piercing through the body appeared. Before Hammers could check whether he was injured, he first saw the Mexican's body wavy movements. The other party first thrust his body violently, and then bent his body down...

What the hell is wrong with this?

When Hammers didn't understand what was happening in front of him, the Mexican fell down with a bang. There was an obvious blood hole in the back of the other party, and the blood was opening up the territory and expanding the territory!

"Han, I saved your life." The voice of the No. 3 sniper came over.

Hammers didn't have the time to reply on the walkie-talkie, and quickly shouted: "go!"

The police outside the door rushed in after the sound. When the person who rushed in kicked the gun from the dead body away, the rest occupied the kitchen and the toilet, and the sentence "sae" echoed in the room of 304. Hanmers sat down. At that time, he sat down in the corner of the wall, pulled off the gas mask with both hands, and the sweat on the face had already made the whole face reflect in the sun. Hanmers's nervousness was completely visible.

"Han, are you okay?"

"Chinese??"

The companions surrounded him, and the others were alerting him, while Hammers shook his head and slowly stood up with his gun. Hiss, the first thing he did when he stood up was to sniffle vigorously and start breathing heavily.

This day was the first mission for Hammers to become a SWAT police officer in more than a year, and it was also the first time he had shot and killed someone while performing a mission. At the same time, it was the first time he experienced the upcoming death under the gun.

For a long time after entering the Special Operations Bureau, Hammers always likes to ask his colleagues with good relationships: "How do you leave life and death in the mission, even if you know the danger ahead, you have to risk your life to carry out the mission?"

The answer he got was always: "Uh... Young man, there are two types of learning in this world. One is what the teacher can teach you, and the other is what the teacher cannot teach you. Your problem belongs to the second type. Believe me, when you really encounter a similar situation during the task, you will definitely know what it feels like."

Now, Hammers knew that if he had seen the guy coming out of the toilet before shooting, he would have killed the one in the kitchen, and then died at the gun of a second Mexican. Why do this? The simple reason is that one is better than three. People outside the door will always come in to save people when they hear the gunshots; the complicated reason is...

The moment Hanmers walked out of the room, he suddenly realized that he could not explain any high-end reasons. He had no time to consider it at that time, and he did that, that's all.

Billy and Pjanic came over, and no one reached out to hammer Hammers' shoulder. This meant a life, and they owe Hammers a life.

"Private, Room 304 has been emptied, and all two Mexicans in the room were shot dead, with no casualties, no casualties, no casualties."

I laughed over the weekend.

The moment he raised his head to look at Matthew with the intercom, he finally showed his usual appearance: "Mr. Deputy Director, the aperitif and the appetizer are served, and the main course will be served immediately."

Matthew turned around and looked at the third floor seriously when he smiled over the weekend, responding: "I want to see what exactly is in my dining plate!"

"Party police, medical staff, go to the third floor to rescue the wounded. Sniper No. 4 is responsible for the living room of Room 307. You have the right to shoot independently. Anyone who wants to hurt the hostages will be killed immediately!"

"Sat, stop attacking, stop attacking! All you have to do is to cover other people to rescue the wounded. Have you heard it clearly?"

After quickly issuing a series of instructions over the weekend, he said to the deputy director in front of him: "Privately, where are our negotiating experts?"

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the upper floor: "Weekend!"

"I know you're downstairs!!"

"If you don't want the police to continue to increase casualties, it's better to come up by yourself, alone, and not bring a gun!"
Chapter completed!