American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Experienced people have actually thought about all the key points and what they are about to face before taking action.

Old Brown is exactly this kind of person. Even though he is over seventy years old, his habit of serving as a soldier is still very good.

Before he took action, he already knew what would happen after he killed the three people in front of him in one go, so he buried himself in the sofa the moment he killed the third person.

The plan was that simple, but he overestimated himself.

At this moment, Old Brown felt that his movements were very slow, and he could only try his best to divert the vital points.

puff! ! ! The first shot fired by the two Russians in the wine rack went straight into his shoulder.

puff! ! ! A second shot followed and penetrated his back.

"snort!"

Old Brown groaned, and a strong sense of pain suddenly hit his mind, and he almost fainted, but he still gritted his teeth, lay on the sofa, and used his last remaining strength to move the muzzle of the gun and shoot the wine rack. .

boom! ! ! ! !

In order to ensure accuracy, Old Brown chose a large area of ​​the enemy's chest.

puff! ! ! ! ! A Russian man on the other side of the wine rack looked down at his chest, clutched his chest, and fell down in pain as if he was exhausted.

"Woko!!!"

The only Russian still standing was attracted and shouted, but his action did not stop. He continued to pull the trigger towards Old Brown lying on the sofa.

Time was equal, and Old Brown also pulled the trigger at this moment.

boom! ! ! !

boom! ! ! !

Two gunshots sounded almost at the same time.

The Russian bullet arrived first, drilling hard into Old Brown's exposed back.

puff! ! ! ! The blood exploded, and Old Brown couldn't bear it now. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He slowly collapsed on the sofa. He could hardly hold the pistol in his hand, and it just hung in his hand. .

at the same time.

The bullet fired by Old Brown also penetrated his target.

puff! ! ! ! ! The bullet penetrated very accurately into the heart of the Russian's chest, which was wide open, and exploded a bloody hole.

"Well!!!"

The last Russian subconsciously looked down at his blood-red chest, and then at Old Brown, who was lying motionless on the sofa, with strong reluctance in his eyes, and he slowly fell to the ground.

The whole room fell into dead silence for a moment.

A few seconds later, there was movement on the sofa.

"Cough!!! Cough!!!"

Through this deathly calm, Old Brown, who already knew the result, suddenly opened his eyes. He had recovered from the painful impact.

"Cough!! Cough!! There are three more..." Old Brown took a deep breath, ignoring the still bleeding back and shoulders, and forced himself to move to lie on the sofa, holding the pistol and pointing it at the door.

He stared at the door, waiting for the arrival of the three men. The old man knew that the room could not cover up the sound of gunshots.

Sure enough, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Cough!!!" Old Brown coughed and stared at the door. At this moment, his hand became very stable.

"What's going on with this gunshot? Boss, didn't you say you want to do business well?"

Along with the sound of talking, Beard led the two of them to open the door and rushed in.

The average person receives the information fed back from the visual field very quickly, taking about 200 to 300 milliseconds. However, this reaction time also depends on many other factors, including individual reaction speed, cognitive ability, attention level, etc.

When receiving more complex information, people take longer to respond appropriately.

So the moment the Beards walked in, they gave Old Brown the opportunity to shoot. Coupled with the fact that they saw and received information from the entire room, they gave Old Brown the opportunity to pull the trigger several times.

The three Beards looked a bit incredulous. They had no idea that the person who died was one of their own, but when they saw Old Brown lying on the sofa with a pistol pointed at them, they were all shocked.

"not good!!!"

"..."

Old Brown grasped this moment. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger as fast as he could several times.

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !

Beard, who was walking at the front and was just about to draw his gun, saw a few blood splatters on his body. He stared blankly at Old Brown who was still pulling the trigger, with a look of reluctance on his face.

When Beard fell, the remaining bullets were unstoppable and continued to advance, hitting the two men behind him.

The two people behind them had already taken out their pistols, but their movements were not as fast as the bullets.

Before the gun was pointed at Old Brown and he didn't pull the trigger, several sprays of blood burst out from their bodies.

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Of course, they were not dead yet, and before falling to the ground, they pulled the trigger with their consciousness.

Unfortunately, his body had long been deformed, and several shots missed, hitting the sofa where Old Brown was lying.

After a few splashes, the room fell into silence again, leaving only a few dying breaths.

"cough……"

Old Brown held his breath and emptied the magazine. The pistol in his hand had already fallen off and fell to the ground.

"cough……"

Old Brown coughed and coughed up blood. He lay on the sofa and looked at the void in front of him, but there was a smile in his eyes, as if he saw someone.

"Wait for me, honey, I still have things to do..."

Old Brown took a breath again, and while his still intact left hand was shaking, he took out a blood-stained mobile phone from his arms and placed it on the sofa, pressing the shortcut keys by feeling.

The old man no longer had the strength to put the phone to his ear, and he only breathed his last breath.

At this moment.

Basement warehouse.

Yorks was putting the enchanted bullets into the cardboard boxes one by one.

The shelf in front of him was filled with boxes of bullets. The dazzling array was like a small gunpowder magazine. It could be said that Yorks spent a lot of money on bullets.

In one sentence, those who play with guns usually spend the most on bullets.

"Finish."

Yorks buttoned up the box and pushed it into the shelf. His day usually ended with the sound of these words, and the rest was to take a shower and go to bed.

Looking at the neatly coded and completely sorted ammunition boxes, Yorks nodded with satisfaction and walked to the first floor. However, before he even stepped on the first step, the phone in his pocket rang.

"It's so late, who could it be?" Yorks took out his cell phone and walked up.

When he saw the caller on the phone screen, Yorkes suddenly stopped where he was.

"Old Brown?" The old man's call at such a late hour gave Yorks a bad premonition and he quickly answered the call.

As soon as the call was connected, Old Brown's voice rang on the phone.

"Father York, I'm sorry, the only one I can contact is you..."

Listening to the voice coming from the mobile phone, York's face became extremely solemn. He could hear the weakness of Old Brown, as if he was breathless and silent.

"Mr. Brown, are you okay?"

"Ahem! It's okay..." Old Brown's voice gradually became as thin as a mosquito until it disappeared.

"Father, can you come here? There are people in need of help here..."

Yorkes finally heard only an address.