Chapter 1082: A battle that ends in one chapter

When all this happened, Jiang Zhentai was standing behind the crowd with a fruit plate in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket, sending messages on his mobile phone. Seeing this scene, he felt something was wrong.

Zhang Mingjun was a man who could create a bloody crime in the United States and get away with it. He didn't know how Michael Joe would die, but he knew that after this guy died, no one here would survive.

Just as Jiang Zhentai slowly retreated and tried to find a hiding place, Zhang Mingjun also reached out to the big ice bucket on the table in front of him, as if what was against his head at the moment was just a toy.

The ice bucket was just brought up by the waiter, filled with ice cubes, with two bottles of high-end red wine on top.

"You agree?" Michael Joe looked at Zhang Mingjun with some suspicion, and couldn't believe that the two sides had "negotiated" like this.

"Of course, this is a full 5 million US dollars. Thank you for considering me. Since the wine has been delivered, why don't we have a drink first?" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Mingjun's hand suddenly plunged into the ice cubes.

At the same time, the waiter who brought the ice bucket suddenly stepped forward and stood with the three men brought by Zhang Mingjun. He reached out and lifted his jacket vest, revealing four pistols stuck on his waist.

Before Michael Joe and the bodyguards behind him could react, Zhang Mingjun already had a pistol in his hand, and hot bullets kept shooting out of the cold barrel.

The three men who had been standing closely together behind him and standing straight stretched out their hands, pulled out pistols from the waiter's waist, and continuously pulled the trigger at the row of bodyguards who were still stunned on the opposite side.

While this horrifying scene was happening, Jiang Zhentai had secretly moved to the wall. He knew that there were two bodyguards standing outside the suite door, so he chose to hide at the bar on the other side in a hurry.

The moment the gunshot sounded, he bent down and hid in the bar, took out his mobile phone and sent the second text message tremblingly.

Michael Joe, who was caught off guard, fell on the sofa without a word. Only a few of the more than ten bodyguards behind him successfully drew their guns and fired back, and then they all fell in a pool of blood.

Two innocent waiters turned around and fled to the door when they saw the situation was not good, and they were all shot in the back and fell to the ground.

The door of the suite was suddenly opened, and the two bodyguards standing at the door rushed in, but they were killed by Zhang Mingjun and his men who turned their guns and concentrated their fire before they could fire two shots.

The last bodyguard who entered the door slowly fell against the door, looking at Jiang Zhentai hiding behind the bar on the other side with his eyes wide open, as if he didn't understand what happened.

5 to 14, Zhang Mingjun and his four men won, and only one person had a little bruise on his shoulder.

"Let me go, please, the money is all yours, let me go." The second-generation ancestor who was shot twice in the chest was not dead, and reached out with difficulty to take out the bank electronic key from his pocket.

Zhang Mingjun squatted down in front of him and took the secret key. He sighed in a pretentious way, "In fact, money can also be regarded as a kind of poison, right? Once it is contaminated, people will do anything."

"Bang, bang, bang" As the gunshots continued, blood continued to splash on Zhang Mingjun's hideous face.

"Clang", the door of the suite was kicked open. As soon as Lin Zheling looked out, he saw a pile of corpses. As long as the people who were still standing in the room, they all pointed their guns at him.

The bullets hit the door and the wall, and the debris flew everywhere.

Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Zhang Mingjun showed a cruel smile on his face, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, replaced the magazine for his pistol, and turned his head to signal his men.

"Kill him for me."

Including the men disguised as waiters, the four men dispersed cautiously, using the furniture in the house as cover, and formed a siege in the direction of the door.

One of them just moved to the bar counter and noticed something strange in front of him. He looked up and saw that he was just above and below the nervous Jiang Zhentai, and their eyes met.

"You" Before he could react, the door of the suite opened again and a stun grenade was thrown in.

When Jiang Zhentai came to his senses, Lin Zheling, who rushed into the suite, had shot and killed the gunman who was only separated from him by a bar counter, and also "delivered" him a weapon.

After throwing the stun grenade, Anna pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing two Glock 19s hidden underneath.

She rolled into the suite, and her two slender arms stretched straight when she dual-wielded and shot, as if the recoil did not exist, giving people an extremely unreal feeling.

Jack was the last to enter. He raised his hand and shot the pistol in Zhang Mingjun's hand. The broken bullet fragments passed through the corner of the other party's eyes, and he almost achieved the achievement of killing the BOSS of this scene directly.

Gunshots that were several times more intense than a few minutes ago resounded again in this empty suite of three or four hundred square meters.

Zhang Mingjun, who was hit by a stun bomb, had already lost the initiative. Although he fought back with dizziness, the goddess of luck did not lift their skirts this time.

Both sides were professionals, but Jack's side was obviously better. Not to mention Anna, an action agent, Lin Zheling's skills were obviously far superior to those of ordinary soldiers.

The only one who was a bit of a loser was probably Detective Jiang Zhentai, who could only shoot a small revolver at ordinary times. He may have fired more bullets in his life than the gunshots he heard today.

Although the FK7.5 in Jack's hand also used a pistol bullet, the length of the bullet body was a little longer than the 10mm AUTO bullet. The muzzle kinetic energy of 1200 joules was a killer under such close-range fire conditions.

The leather sofa that seemed to be wrapped thickly was smashed into pieces. The gunman hiding behind the two rows of sofas still couldn't avoid his accurate shooting. After squatting down, he couldn't get up again.

At the same time, Anna also got a kill. The battle that was originally evenly matched in terms of numbers turned into a one-sided crushing situation in just 10 seconds.

"Go quickly." Zhang Mingjun, whose eyes and right hand were bleeding, opened the fire door leading to the safe passage at the end of the suite.

"You go, captain!" The only one who was still alive was the subordinate who was disguised as a waiter like Jiang Zhentai.

He emptied his magazine randomly towards the opposite side, threw away the gun, and pushed Zhang Mingjun into the safe passage, blocking the fire door with his body.

"We must avenge our family!"

However, before he finished speaking, the fire door that normally opened outwards seemed to be hit by a battering ram, and a crack opened inwards.

The gunshots stopped abruptly, and the dead body slowly slid to the ground. A moment later, a questioning "Ashiba" was heard from the door.

The severely deformed iron-clad door was pulled open with a sharp creaking sound.

"Why is this door opening outwards?"

Ma Xidao, talking to himself, held Zhang Mingjun, who looked like a dead dog, by the back of his neck with one hand. Seeing that the black muzzles of the guns were all pointed at him, he was so scared that he quickly blocked them in front of him.