Unlike Yaoyang, his marksmanship skills are unique. As soon as the bullets are fired, he can change the magazine with one hand and load it with his fingers.

Click, click, click...!

Along with the sound of the magazines being used up, the guns of He Shangsheng and He Zhanwen were out of bullets at the same time. If it were in normal times, this situation would not matter. With the sun shining and the cavalry army suppressing it, a dozen people would not dare to be rampant.

But it's different today. More and more killers are entering, and now there are dozens of them all on the first floor.

Many of them were good at marksmanship. Upon observing this situation, several killers immediately took the risk of shooting, hoping to regain the power of suppression.

"Careful, squat down!"

Yaoyang's pupils shrank, and the words "Don't fight hard" immediately appeared in his mind, and he yelled and crouched down to avoid it.

Ma Jun has excellent skills. He has listened to many instructions, got used to them, and squatted down reflexively.

Poor He Zhanwen, He Shangsheng was a little slow, and two bloody flowers appeared one after another with two grunts of pain.

When the two squatted down, the originally clean floor on the second floor was covered in blood.

He Zhanwen was hit on the left shoulder, causing a puncture wound. He was covering his hand holding the gun and his face was in great pain.

He Shangsheng was even worse. He was shot in the right arm. The bullet seemed to be stuck in the bone and did not exit the body. The entire gun was still on the ground. He pressed the wound with his left hand and lay completely on the ground. He took a deep breath.

"Awen, A Sheng, how are you doing?"

Yaoyang was shocked and shouted with concern while changing bullets.

"A Sheng, are you okay? How are you doing? Can you still hold on?"

Ma Jun even dropped his rifle, climbed to He Shangsheng's side, and helped him up.

"Head, I'm fine!"

He Zhanwen raised the gun in his right hand and responded firmly, indicating that he could fight again.

The same cannot be said for He Shangsheng. He is not left-handed. An injury to his right arm means that he has lost the strength of his right hand and cannot hold a gun at all.

He could only take out a pistol from his arms with his left hand and responded:

"I can still hold on!"

At this time, the killers below could see clearly. Although they did not know who was hit, it was clear that two people were shot.

"They've been shot, they're dead."

"Come on, come on!"

Da da da……!

Excited and filled with deep hatred, the killers shouted, and some of the eager ones began to climb the stairs carefully.

Some people who thought they were good at marksmanship opened fire voluntarily and wildly hit the spot where Yaoyang and the four men were standing just now, taking counter-suppression measures.

Ma Jun, who heard the noise but didn't dare to show his head at all, was very anxious. He picked up the rifle again and asked:

"Head, they're coming up, what should we do?"

Yaoyang frowned slightly, looked at the stairs, and then at the seven or eight bedrooms behind, his mind working rapidly.

Suddenly, Yaoyang asked eagerly:

"Ajun, do we have bombs?"

"That thing is so illegal that even the Flying Tigers can't use it, but I took one. It should be in Miss Yang's room."

Ma Jun nodded and confirmed.

"Okay, I have an idea. You should return to Miss Yang's room immediately. I will be here soon. Hurry...!"

Yaoyang quickly gave an instruction and urged.

Ma Jun may be bad at other things, he violates disciplines, and he likes to bring blame on his superiors.

But one thing is, if he is convinced by a person, he will definitely obey the order, even if the order sounds completely unreasonable to him!

"Walk!"

With a promise, Ma Jun picked up He Shangsheng, pulled He Zhanwen, and quickly disappeared into the aisle.

Five or six killers climbed up the stairs of the villa at the same time. They were going very fast and were about to rush to the second floor.

In the lobby of the villa, the killers armed themselves with guns and swept into the second floor, forming a suppressive fire.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the killers have compressed the living space of Yaoyang and others, and soon Yaoyang and others will have no way out.

The killers who climbed the stairs were overjoyed and rushed faster.

Besides, on Yaoyang's side, Ma Jun, He Shangsheng and others had already left, and they all entered a room.

Yaoyang sat alone in the corridor on the second floor, not feeling nervous about the approaching killers at all. He used his mind, ears and eyes fully, listening to the steps on the stairs.

One, two, three, four...six!

Fully using the skills he learned in gambling, Yaoyang could almost distinguish those people of different weights, represented by mixed footsteps, their general positions on the stairs, etc. without even looking.

After all, gambling skills have been about practicing insight from the very beginning, which is subdivided into eyes and ears!

A master of gambling can clearly hear the collision of dice in an extremely noisy environment, not to mention the sound of footsteps?

After hearing this, Yaoyang felt very confident. He made a slight dash with one hand and took out the 38 points.

Immediately, Yaoyang lay on the ground, using his feet as a source of power to push hard. His whole body, like a skateboard, slid on the smooth floor tiles on the second floor.

Suddenly, he slid to the top of the stairs.

"Da da da...bang...bang...!"

Yaoyang fired with both guns, and the killer on the stairs was unlucky again.

They never thought that someone would dare to come forward, but they perfectly avoided the positions suppressed by firepower below, leaving only half of their body exposed on the stairs.

Since the view of the stairs is blocked, the killer below cannot be hit at all.

"ah……!"

Immediately, all six people on the stairs were shot and screamed repeatedly. The blood mist flew away and dyed the entire staircase red.

"ah?"

The killers below were shocked when they saw it. They quickly found their positions, concentrated their firepower, and poured all their firepower on Yaoyang's location.

"Ah!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yaoyang's mouth. He used his feet as paddles and was extremely flexible. He used the wall to exert force at will, and the body sleeping on the ground immediately turned around.

With another push, Yaoyang slid back to its original position.

In the room where Yang Qianer is located in the villa.

This is the master bedroom of the entire villa. It is exquisitely designed and has enough space.

At this time, the two injured people, He Shangsheng and He Zhanwen, were sitting on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to relieve their pain.

Yu Zilang held a .38 and leaned nervously against the railing of the window. His eyes showed great worry as he looked at Ma Jun and others.

Ma Jun searched for a black duffel bag and kept taking out firearms, bullets and other items. No matter what, he loaded them quickly.

There was even a grenade hung on his waist.

Yang Qian'er and her child Billy were also helping. Together, they found several pieces of Billy's clothes, tore them apart and bandaged them for Er He!

“Chichi…!”

"Click, click...!"

Inside the room, the only sounds that could be heard were fabric being torn to pieces and guns being loaded. No one spoke for a while.

Faced with this situation for the first time, it was also the first time in his life that he used a gun to kill the previous killers who tried to climb directly from the outside to the second floor. Yu Zilang couldn't hold back the pressure and spoke:

"Sir He, are you okay? What does "tou" mean? There are many killers outside now. We can't jump from here. How can we let you all in?"

"When the killers are all coming, we won't be able to hide. We will be dead!"

"Zi Lang, don't be so nervous. In the worst case, you may die here. With our brothers together, you won't be lonely!"

He Zhanwen was indifferent, and his words seemed direct and indifferent, with no intention of comfort at all. He just said that.

Yu Zilang's face was ugly and nervous, and the child Billy was so frightened that he cried instantly and hugged Yang Qian'er:

"Auntie."

"Billy, be good, let go, it's okay, my aunt still needs to bandage the two sirs!"

Wearing a white sportswear, Yang Qian'er acted very strong, her eyes were red, but she patted Billy's back to comfort him, and immediately He Shangsheng and He Zhanwen continued to bandage.

"Awen, don't scare Zilang. Since the leader ordered us to come in, there must be a way."

He Shangsheng knew a lot about human nature and sophistication. He glanced at He Zhanwen reproachfully, then looked at Yu Zilang and said:

"Zi Lang, as a newcomer, your performance today has been very good. But compared to Miss Yang, you are a little behind. Why are you so afraid? No one has come in yet."

"Believe me, there must be a way."

With these words, He Shangsheng not only comforted Yu Zilang, but also comforted Yang Qian'er. After hearing this, the two of them felt a lot less nervous in their hearts.
To be continued...