Chapter 2271
Attack
If he was hit by this sharp machete, Norman knew that his bones would be broken and he would die on the spot. The burly man also saw Norman coming down the stairs. A trace of greed and ferocity flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he kicked the ground with both feet and rushed up with the machete in hand like a tiger descending from the mountain. It was clear that he wanted to kill Norman here to show his "bravery".
Nuo Wen's heart trembled, knowing that she couldn't fight him head-on at this moment, and could only fight and retreat. She saw the right opportunity, slammed the door next to her, and quickly retreated inside. Seeing Nuo Wen retreating into the room, the knife-wielding sturdy man thought that he had an absolute advantage with the knife in his hand, and laughed triumphantly. He did not hesitate to raise the knife and rushed in like a hungry tiger. So, the two started a fierce close combat in the living room of this room.
In the living room, the furniture was knocked over and over, and it was a mess. The sound of vases breaking and tables and chairs falling to the ground intertwined with the fierce breathing and fighting of the two people, forming a tense symphony. With her rich combat experience and tenacious desire to survive, Nowen skillfully resolved the opponent's fierce attacks again and again in the fierce confrontation with the strong man. She flexibly dodged the machete wielded by the strong man, and every time the blade passed by her, she felt a chill. She seized the opportunity, sometimes kicking the strong man's knees with her feet, and sometimes hitting his waist with her elbows, trying to find a flaw. Finally, after a thrilling contest, Nowen found a flaw, and took advantage of the moment when the strong man swung the knife too hard and lost his balance, and tried her best to sweep the leg and tripped the strong man with the knife to the ground. Then, she quickly pounced on him and hit the back of the strong man's head with the handle of the knife, knocking him unconscious.
Nowen was breathing heavily, her clothes were soaked with sweat. She didn't care about resting, picked up the strong man's knife, turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman next to her who had already lost control of her bladder and dared not move against the wall. She tried to make her voice sound gentler and said, "I won't hurt you, I need to use your phone." Her voice was a little hoarse because of fatigue, but it was firm and reassuring.
The middle-aged woman was so frightened that her soul was gone. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if Norman was also a terrible demon. Her body was shaking like a sieve, her lips were trembling, and she didn't dare to respond to Norman's words. She just stared at Norman blankly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Nuo Wen had no choice but to run to the table next to her, pick up the desk phone on it, and prepare to call the headquarters to ask them to send someone to rescue her. However, after dialing two or three numbers, she noticed that the middle-aged woman was staring at the door with a look of fear. Nuo Wen's heart tightened, and she instinctively turned her head to see...
Two more drug dealers came to the door, holding weapons in their hands. One held a half-meter-long crowbar, and the other held a half-meter-long steel pipe. They stared at Nuo Wen with a ferocious smile on their faces, as if Nuo Wen was already in their pockets. Their eyes revealed greed and cruelty, as if they couldn't wait to kill Nuo Wen.
"Get out quickly." Nowen urged the middle-aged woman to leave this dangerous place quickly. Her voice rose a few notches, with a hint of unquestionable determination. Then, she held the machete tightly, took a deep breath, roared, and rushed towards the two drug dealers like an angry lioness. At this moment, she could only rely on the machete in her hand and her tenacious will to fight these two vicious drug dealers alone. A more intense battle was about to break out... Her eyes flashed with determination. Even in the face of many difficulties, she would never give up easily and vowed to fight her way out of this desperate situation.
Inside the room, the battle between Norman and the enemy has already entered a white-hot stage. The muffled sound of fists and feet, the crisp cracking sound of objects colliding, and the intense breathing of both sides interweave together, making the entire space full of tension and danger. Outside the room, a larger and more complicated war is also about to break out. The tense atmosphere is like an airtight invisible net that tightly covers the entire tower, making people breathless.
A drug dealer holding a submachine gun hurried down from the upstairs, with every step of urgency and vigilance. He quickly came to the door of the house where Novan was, and his keen hearing caught the sound of fierce fighting coming from the house. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile, and he was ready to kick the door open without hesitation and rush in to surprise the enemy in the house. Once this guy with a submachine gun and powerful firepower entered the house, Novan's already precarious situation would undoubtedly be made worse and face a greater threat.
At this critical moment, a sharp and nervous shout suddenly came from downstairs: "Downstairs, they are here, come quickly." The voice was full of fear and urgency, as if the downstairs was facing a catastrophe.
"Bang, bang, bang." Almost at the same time, three crisp gunshots pierced the already tense atmosphere like thunder, echoing in the corridor, making people's hearts tighten.
The drug dealer's gunman's attention was instantly drawn to the place. A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons between his companions in the room and the suspected target downstairs. Thinking that the important target he wanted to capture was probably downstairs, and the enemy in the room was unknown and his strength was difficult to predict, he gritted his teeth, his eyes revealed a hint of determination, turned around without hesitation, and ran downstairs carefully along the stairs.
Hearing the sound of gunfire not far below, he deliberately went downstairs very slowly. He held the submachine gun tightly in his hand, with the muzzle always pointed downwards. Every step he took seemed to use up all his strength, and he was as cautious as walking in a minefield. His eyes rolled around, not missing any tiny corner. Every movement would make his nerves tense instantly, for fear that an enemy would suddenly jump out from a hidden corner and give him a fatal blow. During the whole process of going downstairs, his nerves were highly tense, his body was trembling slightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly slid down his cheeks.
He walked down one floor along the stairs, and finally, he saw the drug dealer who was shouting. He saw that the drug dealer was clinging to the corner of the stairwell, holding a gun tightly in his hand. He was so scared that he huddled up, not even daring to show his head. He just stretched out his hand and shot blindly at the other end of the corridor. The bullets poured out like raindrops, but there was no pattern. From time to time, the sound of gunfire could be heard from the other side of the corridor. The sound of "pa pa pa" came one after another, proving that there must be someone on the other side, and the other party was armed and had a certain ability to resist.
The drug dealers waiting downstairs were quite cautious, but the other drug dealers rushing down from the upper floors were completely different. They didn't know the specific situation downstairs, and they had a blind confidence and impulse in their hearts, as if they were invincible warriors.
Among the three drug dealers who came down together, the one who walked in front was particularly "brave". With a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, he thought that he had a gun in his hand and a quick reaction speed, and he could be like those majestic lone heroes in the movies. As long as he rushed forward, he would shoot and kill any enemy he saw. So, he rushed down with a gun in hand, his steps were hurried and flustered, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the other end of the corridor, ready to give the enemy a warning and show his "bravery" in front of his companions.
As a result, he seriously overestimated himself and underestimated the enemy's strength. Just as he rushed down the stairs to the corridor, before he had time to stand firm, or even to see the enemy's position clearly, two crisp gunshots suddenly rang out from the other end of the corridor. These two gunshots were like the death warrant of the god of death, instantly shattering his fantasy. Almost at the same time as the gunshots, the drug dealer who rushed down felt his body tremble as if hit by a heavy hammer, and then fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut. The enemy's reaction speed far exceeded his imagination, and his shooting skills were so accurate that it was chilling. One shot hit his chest accurately, and the powerful impact made his body fly backwards; then another shot hit his head directly, instantly ending his sinful life. The drug dealer lay straight on the ground, blood gushing out of the wound, staining the ground red, and there was no breath anymore. The remaining two drug dealers were frightened out of their wits by this sudden scene, and their faces turned pale as paper in an instant. Their eyes widened in horror, filled with fear and despair, as if they saw the scythe of the god of death hanging over their heads. The two panicked and looked for a place to hide, like two frightened mice. They became as timid as the first drug dealer, no longer daring to expose themselves to the corridor easily, but only cautiously extended their guns to the corridor to shoot, at most carefully exposing half of their bodies, and their bodies trembled with each shot, fearing that they would become the next unlucky person to be shot.
Because these drug dealers were so cautious, and the entrance they guarded was right at the staircase, they had a unique terrain advantage, so they were able to fight back and forth with the people inside. And the four people including Long Zhan were blocked inside. Their way forward was blocked by the drug dealers, and they were caught in a dilemma.
As the operation was required to be kept as low-key as possible to avoid causing too much sensation, they did not carry grenades or heavy weapons. It was almost impossible to break through the enemy's blockade with only the pistols in their hands.
Long Zhan clearly heard the fierce fighting upstairs, the piercing sound of glass breaking and the dull sound of wood breaking. He was extremely anxious, knowing that Norman's situation was extremely critical and he had to break through the current predicament as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. So he made a prompt decision, kicked open a door on the left with great force, and rushed into the house with Stonebridge.
"The sound of fighting seems to be upstairs." After entering, the sound was more real. With his keen hearing, Stonebridge could vaguely hear the subtle sound and identify the approximate location of the sound with years of experience. He looked up and looked around, his eyes revealing anxiety and thinking, trying to find a way to break through.
"We are insufficiently equipped and it is difficult to break through. We can only think of a way from here." Long Zhan frowned, his expression serious, and calmly analyzed the current situation.
"I agree. We have to find a solution now." Stonebridge nodded in agreement. His eyes also revealed a hint of anxiety. He knew that time was running out and there was no room for delay.
"We must use tactics." Long Zhan said as he continued to move forward. He came to the wall and tapped it gently with his hand. Based on his experience, he determined that this was not a solid wall, but a lime and wood board wall commonly seen in Europe and America. He immediately had an idea in his mind.
"Here, go through here." Long Zhan pointed at the wall and said in a firm tone, with confidence and determination flashing in his eyes.
"Here? How do I get through here?" Stonebridge looked at the wall, bewildered and puzzled. There was neither a door nor an obvious passageway here, and he really couldn't figure out what Long Zhan was planning.
Long Zhan did not give any explanation, but used action to replace the explanation. He took two steps back, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. Then, he began to run forward quickly, his steps were firm and powerful, and the floor made a "dong dong" sound under his footsteps. When he was about to get close to the wall, he raised his big feet high and kicked the wall with all his strength.
"Bang." Accompanied by a deafening noise, a hole was kicked in the wall. Lime and wood chips flew everywhere like smoke, filling the air and choking people to the point of suffocation.
Then, Long Zhan took a few steps back, and this time he used his whole body. Like an angry bull, he accelerated and rushed towards the wall again. When he was about to get close to the wall, he used his back as a fulcrum and delivered a powerful and heavy Iron Mountain Lean.
"Boom~" A huge hole was knocked out of the entire wall, as if it was blown open by dynamite, and the edges of the hole were jagged. Long Zhan did not hesitate, and used the momentum to pass directly through the hole that was more than one meter wide and nearly two meters high, and fell steadily into the next room.
"Uh..." Stonebridge saw such an exaggerated scene, his eyes widened, looking at the shocking pit, his mouth wide open enough to fit a fist, and he was stunned by Long Zhan. I'm afraid that only Long Zhan, who is as strong as the Hulk, can think of this move and successfully implement it. Ordinary people simply don't have such strength and courage.
The drug dealers hiding outside the room were filled with curiosity and confusion when they heard such a loud noise coming from inside the room. (End of this chapter)