Gamers Are Fierce

　　 Second floor, third floor, fourth floor.

　　 Li Ang quickly cleaned the floor, stepping on a pool of blood, stepping over the stump and broken arm, and stepping forward in the corridor on the fifth floor.

　　 Behind him was a group of members of the special operations squad, most of whom were disabled and sick. They held each other, dragged their guns, and followed Li Ang's footsteps.

　　 These S.W.A.T. team members are really in a dilemma

　　 Outside the apartment building, there are hidden enemy snipers who will be sniped as soon as they leave the building, and they cannot escape at all.

　　 And there may be more gang members to reinforce their forces at any time, rushing to the apartment building from the outside, so the first and second floors are not safe.

　　 It happened that Li Ang was cleaning the floor, and he followed him and followed his arrangements.

　　 After cleaning most of the rooms on the floor, Li Ang stopped and listened carefully for a while.

　　 turned his head and said to the team leader Manny Pacquiao: "Captain, let's take a break first."

　　 Pacquiao got a shot in his calf with a pale face. He leaned on his companion, stood on his lame legs, and hesitated to ask, "Will they not rush down?"

　　 "Not for the time being."

　　 Li Ang shook his head, "Those poisonous insects are not that stupid. They are probably waiting for us on the sixth floor at the top of the stairs."

　　 The gang members scattered on each floor are not fools. As the intercom channel loses communication one by one, they begin to retreat consciously and gather towards the sixth floor.

　　 They have received basic military training. Although they are not elite, they can still allocate light and heavy weapons and weave cross firepower nets.

　　 The "匚"-shaped building is not big or small. As long as there are ambushes on the stairs and elevator entrances on the sixth floor, it is difficult for the special operations team to rush up.

　　 The situation is now at a stalemate. The more time is delayed, the more likely it is that other reading forces in Malawi will send reinforcements.

　　 The members of the S.W.A.T. team watched Li Ang open a wooden door and followed him into the house.

　　 The room has been cleaned, and there is a dead body of a poisonous insect lying on the ground. Li Ang kicked it open, drew the curtains of the room, and brought the refrigerator, sofa, table and chair with his companions, blocking it behind the door.

　　 It’s safe for the time being. The operators all breathed a sigh of relief. The members who suffered only minor injuries bandaged the wounds of the seriously injured.

　　The cadres who had enough energy and Li Ang squatted on the ground and gestured with the architectural drawings of the apartment building.

　　 "The more we delay, the worse the situation is for us."

　　 Li Ang said: "The enemy's reinforcements may arrive at any time. If we just walk up the stairs like this, we will be swept into **** by various long guns and short cannons as soon as we show up.

　　 Now we have to reorganize the vitality and find a way to break through the blockade. "

　　 "Also, do you want to continue the mission?"

　　 A young cadre with a naive face stammered: "We can hide here and wait for the support from the bureau..."

　　 Captain Manny Pacquiao glanced at him, shook his head bitterly, and said: "We are gone. I have contacted the bureau just now, but received no response.

　　 Malawi City has a flood of reading materials, from the grass-roots cadres to the higher levels of the bureau, all benefiting from the reading interest chain. They hope that we are too late to come to support. "

　　Manny Pacquiao paused, looked around the pale expressions of his companions, and said quietly: "Santos Aquino is the favorite brother of the rebel leader Cruz Aquino.

　　 Now the rebels are outside the city, they may attack the city at any time,

　　 It’s even more impossible to come to support at this point in the game,

　　 If it weren’t for fear of doing too much to lead to liquidation in the future, I’m afraid that the bureau has already drove over to help Tamar Riadi ‘kill’ us. "

　　 There was depression in the living room, and the already depressed operator was even more desperate. Li Ang looked at Manny Pacquiao, very speechless.

　　 Hey hey, man, are you sure you are not sent by the enemy to suppress our morale?

　　 "Ahem,"

　　 Li Ang cleared his throat and said to his companions: "Now we can only rely on ourselves. Let's first count the equipment, materials and personnel who can move."

　　 There are twelve operators alive in the living room, of which six were seriously injured and four were slightly injured. Only five were able to move freely and were effective in combat.

　　 There is no shortage of firearms and ammunition, assault rifle SCAR-H, submachine gun HK-mp5A2, shotgun M4Super90, hand-held light bulletproof shield, and two FN40GL grenade launchers that can be mounted under the SCAR-H rifle.

　　 In total, Li Ang formed a team of five people who could still fight.

　　 At the forefront is Brother Dun, who is holding an explosion-proof shield and a silencer pistol, and is responsible for resisting enemy fire.

　　 The second person is holding a submachine gun and is responsible for the suppression of firepower at mid-to-short range.

　　 The third place is Li Ang, holding a SCAR rifle equipped with a grenade launcher, who is responsible for medium and long-range shooting.

　　 The fourth person holds a shotgun and is responsible for forcibly breaking the door and fighting close quarters.

　　 The fifth person is also holding a SCAR rifle and is responsible for alerting enemies from behind.

　　 A temporary combat team consisting of five people was hurriedly established. The next thing to do is to find a way to remove the enemy's high platform sniper.

　　 Now the enemy has been watching the fifth floor stairway, when walking through the corridor, it is easy to be locked by a sniper rifle.

　　 Li Ang took out the intercom and contacted the sniper on the special operations team. After a brief conversation, he confirmed the enemy sniper's information.

　　 "There are at least four people, all using SVD sniper rifles. One of them is on the eighth floor on the left side of the ‘匚’ building, one on the seventh floor on the right, one on the top floor of the building in the distance, and the location of the remaining one is unknown."

　　 Li Ang muttered to himself, taking out three large **** MavicProPlatinum drones from the backpack compartment.

　　 On each drone, a grenade is wrapped with silk thread,

　　 The silk thread held the Leila ring, and with a sudden shock ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the grenade could be thrown to the ground and detonated.

　　 Li Ang took out three smart phones, placed them all in front of him, and connected them to the drones.

　　 The screen of the mobile phone showed a drone camera image. Li Ang asked his companion to slightly open the curtains and pressed his fingers on the phone screen as if playing a piano.

　　 I saw three drones flying out of the window lightly and quickly, like flying birds, each flying in a different direction.

　　 Thanks to the agility and intelligence attributes of up to eight points, Li Ang's ten fingers are not interrupted at all. Each finger seems to have its own life, and smoothly controls the drone to move forward, backward, dive, and climb.

　　The enemy sniper hidden in the building saw the drone pass through the open space in the middle of the "匚"-shaped apartment building in a big way, and rush towards him.

　　What the hell?

　　 These snipers dropped their sniper rifles on the ground, drew their pistols and fired at the drone in mid-air.

　　 However, the drone suddenly climbed and descended in the air, and it was extremely angry. The pistol's magazine was empty and missed a shot.

　　 The sniper was so scared that he turned and rushed towards the door, but the drone swiftly rushed into the open window, carrying a grenade, and hit him.

　　 You have a special express, the kind that will blew up.

　　 Boom, boom, boom.

　　 The triple explosions overlapped, and Li Ang let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the phone screen, which was all plunged into darkness.

　　Operating three UAVs at one time consumes considerable mental and physical energy, which is really tiring.

　　 He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked back at his dumbfounded companion, and said, "Let's go, let's go upstairs."