My Iron Suit

The sight of the pistol firmly locked the head of Howard's exposed in the gap of the sofa. The finger rested on the trigger, and a sullen smile appeared on the gunman's face. He was confident that he could shoot with his own gun. Howard was killed on the spot through the obstacles.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet suddenly shot from a corner of the downstairs hall, directly from his eyes, and brought a large splash of brain and blood in his back.

There are not many people left in the Mafia side. In this wave of attacks, several people have fallen, the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, and the firepower is completely neglected.

When everyone in the martial arts hall saw it, it was simply a counterattack. They all stood out from the hiding place and directly used the intensive and precise firepower to lift the opposite mafia. The situation was completely reversed.

The next step was the one-sided slaughter. After a series of gunshots, the mafia on the stairs were all killed. Dozens of bodies packed the stairs up and down. The red blood flowed down the steps and was smooth in the hall. The marble floor merges into a piece, like a bright red carpet.

After killing all the enemies, everyone could not help but be loose, and a strong sense of exhaustion rushed up, one by one, sitting directly against the stone pillars and walls.

Just a high-intensity fierce battle, a few people's spirit is highly concentrated, coupled with the tens of kilograms of bulletproof armor continuous combat, several people are too tired, almost collapse.

Chen Mo looked at a few people sitting on the ground and was quite satisfied with their performance, but they just slapped the enemy in front of them, which was fatal in the battle.

"Give me up!" Chen Mo screamed.

"The battle is not over yet! If there is another wave of enemies at this time, how many of you are going to be killed?"

A few people were shocked and heard that they quickly stood up and secretly blamed themselves for just relaxing their vigilance.

Chen Mo sighed in the heart, in the end is still a group of novices who have not been on the battlefield, seriously lacking practical experience, it seems that they must practice and practice them tonight.

"There are not many people left up, are you resting here, or are you going with me?"

Chen Mo looked at the exhausted few people seemingly casually asked.

"We can do it!" Huang Wei four people screamed, although the physical exertion is very large, but the light in their eyes is a bit brighter than before, the momentum is more powerful and aggressive, full of aggressiveness!

Old Albert wiped the sweat on his forehead, pulled out the pistol again, and looked at Chen Mo with a strong look.

Slowly nodded to the old housekeeper, Chen Mo looked at Howard again. This kid still didn't know that he had just turned around in front of the ghost gate. It was still a look of excitement, although he was also tired of red face. The back is soaked with sweat.

Seeing Chen Mo looking at him, he said with excitement, "Look at what I am doing, I haven’t played enough yet, it’s really exciting!"

"Go! I can fight another hundred games!" He said that he took out his pistol and his face was high-spirited. "It is not too late to kill them!"

Chen Mo feels that Howard is a little too excited. Before he was timid and afraid to die very much, the result was really hard to fight, and he had the potential of fighting madman. After murder, there was no adverse reaction.

As a person practicing martial arts, Huang Wei and Wang Kun have had several lives in the chaotic world. Old Albert has experienced too much experience. He has already been obsessed with life and death, and his psychological quality is super strong.

And Howard, the scientist who is in the laboratory in the laboratory, even after killing himself, facing the corpse of a place does not change color, Chen Mo can only explain that this kid is a natural war madman.

Seeing that several people are willing to continue fighting, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction and walked upstairs with a few people.

The stairs were covered with the mafia bodies that they had killed. The blood that flowed out dyed the steps, and the whole stairs became slippery.

Carefully stepped over the corpse on the steps and stepped up to the second floor. At this time, the second floor looked very quiet. I didn't see a figure. Chen Moing listened for a while and then walked upstairs with a few people.

In a luxurious office on the third floor, the leader of the Lucian family, who mastered the majority of Brooklyn's underground forces, was wearing a sleek suit sitting behind a large solid wood desk with white hair combed neatly into the brain. After that, a large Cuban cigar was held in his hand, but he did not ignite.

The fierce gunfire downstairs continued for a while, but there was no sign of stopping. Froude couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Who will score the headquarters of their Lucian family at this time, who is capable of fighting with his dozens of elite gunners without falling into the wind?

Frey family? Impossible, Brooklyn's two great families are quite powerful, and they are rushing into each other's headquarters~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The result will only be both losers and be cheapened by other forces.

Government people? It’s also impossible. The family spends a lot of money each year to get up and down. Those who are in power have been fed by them. It’s impossible to have a message, and if the government really wants to do it, the people who can’t stop it can’t stop it. Rolling of national violence machines.

Reminiscent of their movements during this time, a mysterious and powerful figure emerged in his mind, is it him? Yes, it must be that he is back!

Directly into the other party's headquarters late at night, this is exactly the same as when he last killed the "mad dog" Tony, but last time he sneaked into the assassination alone. This time, he was carrying a helper with a hard attack. As far as he knows, in the martial arts hall Several boxers are not weak.

The more I thought about it, the more likely it was that Froude couldn’t help but have a layer of fine sweat. How did he suddenly come back? How did he know our secret actions?

Although they have been encouraging some small forces to work on the martial arts, they are good at collecting profits. But the whole process is very secretive. Afterwards, they are ready to kill all the forces, killing people, even if Chen Mo comes back later. I can't find them on my head.

They thought that Chen Mo would not know their little movements. Indeed, if Chen Mo is really just a powerful and powerful individual, he may be left in the dark and come back to see that the martial arts hall was destroyed and revenge could not be found on their heads. However, it is a good calculation.

It is a pity that the Hydra intelligence department under Chen Mo’s grasp of their every move is very clear.

Chen Mo also once again realized the benefits of the power, personal strength is no longer strong, and can not be all-inclusive, there will always be places that cannot be considered, and the power brought by powerful forces will undoubtedly make up for this.