Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Boom boom boom!!

Eight grenades were superimposed, causing a violent explosion that wreaked havoc in Room 2301 of the hotel.

Metal shrapnel and flames accompanied by thick smoke swept across the place in a huge destructive explosion, covering the entire place like a downpour.

In an instant, the entire room was turned into a sea of ​​flames. The carpet and sofa were quickly ignited, and the fiery orange light ignited, setting off the broken corpse in the room, like a purgatory on earth.

David and others hid behind the wall at the door, avoiding the fragments of the grenade and the shock wave caused by the explosion. They looked calm and safe.

They moved very quickly, discarding the parts of the original battle plan that affected time, and only retained the essence.

For example, cutting off the power supply and creating a more advantageous combat environment are abandoned items.

Of course, opening the door and throwing a grenade inside is a must.

Although the special operations team downstairs was sent away, it is impossible to know exactly when they will return...

Therefore, combat operations are in a race against time.

To ensure nothing goes wrong, we must save time and race against time.

Matt, who has God's perspective, did not disappoint David.

The violent vibration caused by the grenade made Matt frown slightly, showing a somewhat painful expression.

Despite this, he analyzed the situation instantly.

"The one in the living room is dead, and there are three left."

Matt built a three-dimensional image of the entire room in his mind and knew its internal conditions well. He explained in a low voice: "There is one in the corner on the right side of the door. He is injured. His heartbeat and breathing are very wrong. The remaining two are entering the door."

In the bedroom on the left, aim through the door...these two are not injured, so be careful."

"To be honest, this is the first time a grenade exploded in my ear..."

After saying that, he paused and added: "My ears are not in good condition right now. I need to take it easy. I won't be able to help you much in the future."

"It doesn't matter, you did a good job, this information is enough."

David looked at the people around him: "Did you hear that? Go according to the plan, but you must seize the time."

"Do not worry."

Everyone nodded.

"Me and Wesley are responsible for the one on the right, and the two on the left, Fox, the four of you work together to suppress it."

"clear."

David gave the order.

Six guns stood at the door and took aim. They clicked their hands and pulled the triggers at the same time.

The combination of the gun throwing technique and Matt's ability to accurately report points creates an unparalleled terrifying deterrent.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The muzzle of fire erupted, bullets fell like raindrops, flew away, and rushed into the room covered by the sea of ​​fire, drawing dangerous arcs.

…

Resnick's body was scratched by the shrapnel of the grenade, and his heartbeat was now racing, sounding like a drum, echoing in his ears, like a flea, and almost jumping out of his chest.

"Whirring whirring!!"

Several long and bloody wounds, coupled with the metal shrapnel embedded in his body, caused him to sweat profusely and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

Resnick tried to calm down.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the other two companions in the room opposite.

Ali and Kovac huddled at the door of the bedroom, which was open a crack and gestured to him.

Resnick nodded slightly and responded.

All three of them could clearly see that at this moment, the door to the hotel room was kicked open without any obstruction.

Several figures were standing behind the wall outside the room door, ready to attack at any moment.

Regardless of his physical injuries, Resnick picked up the firearm next to him and tried to maintain a slightly distorted aiming posture.

If you can get through it, you still have a chance to survive.

If you can't resist it...

The living room was blasted from the front by a grenade, and Dave was almost burnt. This was his fate.

Sudden.

Resnick noticed that the figure at the door moved.

Bang bang bang!!

Several gunshots rang out at the same time.

What are these guys standing at the door shooting?

Resnick felt very strange and couldn't understand why the other party would make such a meaningless action.

But the next moment, he knew.

The other party's actions are not meaningless.

Whoosh whoosh!!

A bullet came and pierced Resnick's shoulder.

Another bullet grazed the side of his head, erasing a trace of blood on his temple.

Just one more deviation and it would be stuck into his brain from his eyeballs.

Boom!

Resnick couldn't stop his hands from shaking, and the gun fell to the ground.

He stared at the door, completely despairing and losing his will to fight.

The opponent stood outside the door and fired, but the bullet flew in and hit him. The trajectory was still so bizarre.

"Spear-throwing Technique..."

The two companions in the opposite bedroom, Ali and Kovacs, recognized this spearmanship move and quickly closed the bedroom door and hid behind the wall of the room.

"Who are you, bastard? Who are you?"

Kovacs roared in the bedroom.

at the same time.

"It's now."

Although Matt's hearing is affected, he is not completely deaf.

He quickly urged: "Hurry in."

Several people obeyed the order and rushed into the house.

David and Wesley instantly locked onto Resnick in the right corner.

"I surrender, don't open..."

Resnick's face was full of fear.

David and Wesley turned a deaf ear and without any hesitation, two bullets blew out his head.

Behind the two of them, Fox, the butcher, the repairman, and the gunsmith all locked the bedroom on the left.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The bullets fired continuously and accurately, piercing the bedroom door.

A hole was shot through the wooden door.

No one dared to peek behind the door.

"Grenade."

Fox reminds.

"Look at me."

The Butcher held down the grenade, pulled out the latch, and then threw the projectile like a baseball, all in one smooth motion.

The grenade flew through the bullet-pierced hole in the bedroom door.

boom!!

The next moment, the sound of grenade explosions inside the bedroom was deafening.

Matt couldn't help but frown again.

"Next time if there is such an action, maybe I can stand further away."

He couldn't help but complain.

"How are the people inside?"

David turned around, turned his head and asked.

"Not dead, but almost there."

Matt was very sure: "No one can withstand a grenade explosion at such a close range, unless he is Captain America."

"Go in and reload, then we'll retreat."

David summed up the time. From the beginning to the end, only a few minutes had passed.

He looked around and saw that this expensive presidential suite had gone from finely decorated to rough in just a few minutes.

It takes months to create, but only minutes to destroy.

…

Tsk tsk tsk!!

The CIA special operations team, consisting of three vehicles and twelve people, took ten minutes to arrive at Susan's residence.

At this time, this single-family house in Manhattan looked the same on the outside.

"Group three, the four of you stay at the door."

The captain pressed the communicator and whispered: "The rest of you, break down the door with me and rush in."

"clear!!"

Everyone nodded.

boom!

The door to the house looked like it was made of paper and had been forced open.

"Fake!!"

Susan, who was almost sixty years old, was awakened by this sudden loud sound.

She suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, and stayed there for a moment.

The silk pajamas are made of excellent material and fit well on the figure. Unfortunately, they are old and yellow, so they are not a beautiful sight.

Eight heavily armed Khans gathered around the bed, looking at each other...

Susan was frightened at first, and then she recognized the person, and felt indescribable shame and anger in her heart.

"Fake, what are you doing?"

"This is my home, not a place where you carry out missions!!"

"Is it possible that you still want to do something to me, an old woman who is almost sixty years old?"