Chapter 913 It’s not over yet

Late at night, in a villa outside Paris, several armed guards were patrolling around. Their conversations were mixed with Egyptian Arabic, Russian and even Albanian. No one knew how they could communicate normally.

A bullet cut through the air silently. A guard turned his head and was about to say something to his companion, but just avoided the vital point.

The bullet flew past his ear, smashing the communicator hanging on his ear, and the fragments pierced his skin and caused a slight sting.

The guard uttered a light "huh", thinking that he was bitten by an insect or something. He reached out and found blood on his hands, and immediately screamed in fear.

"Enemy attack!"

"Be careful!"

"Be careful to hide!"

"Where is he? Has anyone seen him?"

The several guards patrolling in the front yard of the villa seemed very well-trained. They did not fire back randomly, but immediately looked for cover and asked each other about the location of the gunman.

"Bang!" With the faint sound of gunfire from afar, another bullet hit the flower bed, and the splashing gravel hit another guard who was trying to look out with his head covered in blood, and he fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

"Fire one shot and move to another place, and move to another place after firing three shots, and move to another place after firing three shots." Cassel kept muttering in his mouth, and moved behind a pillar.

He was fine when he fired the first shot just now, but his hands were shaking badly when he fired the second shot. Now he was panicking, short of breath, leg cramps, and all kinds of symptoms caused by tension came.

At this time, Cassel understood the value of Jack's two consecutive headshots before, and also deeply understood what it meant not to use his own hobbies to challenge other people's professions.

In fact, he was somewhat self-deprecating. If Jack saw this scene, he would be very pleased to pat his shoulder and tell him that he could hit this level at 300 yards, enough to be an assassin.

After taking several deep breaths, Cassel fired the third shot at another guard who was about to poke his head out. Without checking whether he had hit the target, he put the L129A1 on his back, turned around and trotted, bent down and got into a Renault 5 electric car, and disappeared silently into the night.

The villa on the other side was completely in chaos. The two groups of people who were originally patrolling in the back garden also hurried to the front yard at this time, carefully using the positions such as the flower bed columns as cover to find the position of the attacker.

After a long time, no bullets were detected. A guy who looked like a leader reported on the intercom, waved to several companions not far away, and gave orders in Russian.

"Go a few people, two people in a group, go around and search, and make sure to find the sniper."

Just as the guards were pushing and shoving, reluctantly assigning this dangerous task, no one noticed that behind them, two black figures quietly climbed over the backyard wall and quietly came over.

"Puff, puff, puff!" Jack fired the "Viper" with a silencer in his hand as if it had no recoil.

The high-charge 9X21mm pistol armor-piercing bullet specially developed by the former Soviet Central Institute of Precision Mechanical Engineering easily penetrated the soft bulletproof vests of the guards, drilling blood holes that were fatal enough in their fragile flesh.

"What happened? Did you find the sniper?" Someone in the front hall of the villa noticed that something was wrong outside, and quickly looked out and asked vaguely.

"Hi!" A greeting came from behind, and the man turned back in horror. In his last consciousness, he only saw a bald head that was still shiny and reflective even at night.

Twisting the other person's neck 180 degrees, Frank reached out and took off the MP5 he was carrying, and fired at the corridor on the second floor.

An armed militant who realized that the situation was not good and walked out of the room to check the situation screamed and climbed over the railing, and his body fell to the floor of the hall.

"Bang!" A dull explosion sounded from underground, and the whole villa seemed to be shaking. The lights flashed and went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

"Calling Team One!"

"Team Two."

The intercom suddenly sounded, and a militant who was hiding behind the stairs in fear tried to turn off the sound in a hurry. When he looked up again, he was shocked to find that his forehead was already pressed against the black muzzle of a gun.

"Where are the two girls?" Jack asked in Russian.

Seeing the other party shaking his head desperately, he didn't know whether this guy didn't understand or didn't know, so he asked again in Arabic.

The person who responded to him was still shaking his head desperately, and the chirping in his mouth seemed to be Albanian language that he hadn't yet selected the skills. Jack pulled the trigger mercilessly, and the muzzle of the gun turned to aim at a figure sticking out of the basement.

"It's me." Brian said in a hoarse voice.

"I know." Jack's muzzle slightly tilted, and the bullet passed by Brian's ear, shooting a guy behind him who was trying to struggle to get up.

"They are not locked in the basement." Brian said without looking back.

"Not on the first floor either." Frank's bald head flashed out from the corridor on one side. In just a few minutes, he swept all the rooms on the first floor.

The three people's hearts sank, and their eyes all looked upstairs. Jack replaced the magazine of his "Viper" and picked up an MP5 from the corpse, "Let's find Volkov first."

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A buzzing sound sounded, and the backup generator started automatically. The dim lights in the villa were re-lit. Jack just stepped into the corridor and subconsciously shrank back.

"Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat-tat!" A series of bullets ricocheted off the wall, and a thin old man with a sunken cheek suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, holding an AK and shooting wildly at the other side.

"Sean, I know it's you! Come out! It's time to end it!"

Jack tried to poke his head, but was instantly hit back by the dense bullets. He asked with some confusion, "Who is Sean?"

"Sounds like a fake name," Frank complained across from him.

Jack curled his lips, thinking that the name Frank Moses might be fake. He reached behind his waist and took out a rusty M84 shock bomb, and shook it at him, "Are you sure this thing can still be used?" "?"

This shock bomb comes from the collection in Frank's safe house and is at least more than ten years old.

"You'll know if you try it." Frank changed the magazine for the Beretta 92F pistol in his hand.

Jack pulled out the pull tab and waved his hand. The M84 bounced a few times and landed at the feet of the little old man, but it just made a puff sound. It was indeed a squib.

"Hahaha, Sean, you are such a coward, why don't you stand up like a man!" The little old man was frightened, and then swiped at the other end of the corridor in retaliation.

"Puff!"

The gunshot suppressed by the silencer rang out from behind him, and the two sturdy bodyguards beside the little old man fell to the ground at the same time.

Brian, who climbed in from the balcony, shot two people down with two shots, and fired four more shots in his hand.

The scene in front of him was a replica of the one in the woods before. The little old man had a blood hole on his arm and knee, and he lay limply on the ground.

"Where are you hiding those two girls? Where is my granddaughter?" Frank stepped forward quickly and stepped on Volkov who was still trying to struggle, causing his ribs to creak.

"You actually learned how to find help? Are you really old? What should I call you, Sean, George, Roger or Timothy?" Blood spilled from the corner of Volkov's mouth, but the expression on his face was extremely angry. laugh.

Frank shot him directly through the thigh.

"Frank, my name is Frank now. Where are the two girls you kidnapped? You know the rules. If you tell me, I can guarantee that you will live in prison for the rest of your life."

Volkov twitched in pain, but still had a grin on his face, "I don't want to live a long time ago. Send me to see Anna, just like you did to her."

"You messed with the wrong person, bastard." A furious Brian leaned over and dug his fingers into the wound on his arm.

"Ah! I will wait for you in hell, Frank!" Volkov screamed in pain, but a strange green color appeared on his face.

"Wait a minute." Jack tried to open his clenched teeth, but failed, so he simply smashed the gun handle down.

However, it was already too late. An unpleasant bitter almond smell came out of his mouth along with broken teeth and blood, and the three of them couldn't help but change their expressions.

"He prepared cyanide poison sacs in advance." Jack subconsciously almost activated the healing technique, but stopped abruptly.

"This son of a bitch." Frank, who always looked like a tough guy, also broke his guard at this time, with tears in his eyes.