"Shit!"
Looking at his wounded face, it wasn't as serious as he thought, but it was enough for Jack to curse, wondering why there are snipers in this kind of place, isn't it foolish?
After this thought quickly passed through his mind, he didn't have time to think about anything else and quickly found a place to hide.
Boom!
There was another shot, and just as Jack was hiding, the bullet hit right where he was now.
"I'll take care of him!"
Emma, who had just faced some rebels, also heard the sound of a sniper rifle, saw the front of the car where Jack was pinned down, shouted loudly and ran towards the direction of the sniper, while drawing the opponent's attention.
Indeed, when she shouted to move, the sniper also noticed and slowly turned his gun to face the enemy approaching him first.
Upon hearing the shots continuously firing from the other side, Jack felt that a large number of rebels were quickly moving towards the entrance and ran out.
The number of enemies is really too many, and before knowing when the others will come, the two of them cannot fight that person with weapons alone.
Ignoring the rebels who entered earlier, Jack did his best to avoid the roaring bullets and ran towards the door.
When he ran towards the door, he saw the rebels entering from the end, and then closed the iron door.
Then, a blunt rifle was inserted horizontally in the middle of the door, and then the heavy object was pulled to the side to block the door.
Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!
The rebels who were desperately running forward saw someone closing the door, and all raised their rifles to shoot, trying to prevent that person from closing the door.
The bullets hit the iron door, emitting a creaking sound and shooting countless sparks, but it didn't affect the person on the other side of the door at all.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After completely sealing the door, Jack let out a sigh of relief when he saw the door still motionless despite the violent impact.
After blocking a large number of rebels outside, he could devote all his energy to dealing with the rebels and the sniper in the factory.
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching quickly, Jack looked at his empty hand, immediately held his breath, and quickly hid.
When the few rebels who were still in the factory arrived, he was gone.
"Damn it!"
Just as Jack hid, he heard an almost roaring curse, and then the voice sounded again.
"You two, go and remove all the things blocking the door, and let the others in!"
Silently raising his head, Jack saw six armed rebels standing not far from the door, and the leader was the black man who had taken command before.
After receiving the order, two of the rebels quickly ran towards the door, intending to cooperate with the people on the other side to open the door.
Looking closely at the two men, Jack knew that they shouldn't be allowed to open the door. He slowly pulled out his gun, which had six bullets. If he could kill them all with one shot each, the battle could be resolved quickly. But doing so had a great risk. He was now a little tired, and if he changed his mind and attacked, the shots could miss, and that would be the end for him.
The enemies were not lifeless objects. They wouldn't just stand there and obediently let themselves be shot. They would also move and avoid his attacks. This uncertainty greatly increased the difficulty of shooting accurately.
At that moment, Jack remembered seeing videos of face-offs. Those people were decisive, precise, and had no doubt in their eyes when facing enemies. To be honest, he was very envious of this skill, but unfortunately, he couldn't say that he was so brave. Otherwise, it would be like a fight between a few people and a devil in battle.
However, he had no choice now and had a lot to lose. He had never been one to give up. He picked up a red brick scattered in the corner and threw it directly to the other side of the door. Immediately after, he gathered his energy and ran out of hiding.
Crack!
The red brick in motion was thrown with force, quickly passing through the air, hitting the ground hard, cracking, and resonating throughout the empty factory building.
This sound immediately caught the attention of all the rebels, and they unconsciously turned their heads to look there, completely ignoring the figure running out from the other side.
But when they found the broken bricks on the ground, they suddenly realized that the enemy was attacking from the direction where the brick came from, but it was already too late.
Bang! Bang!
Running out of hiding, Jack shot two rounds at the two rebels heading towards the door. The bullets accurately pierced their heads, and the two died instantly. He then aimed his gun at the four rebels on the other side, ran towards them, and continued firing.
Jack could clearly feel that the energy in his body was rapidly depleting, and if he didn't make a quick decision, he might not last much longer.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired four more shots in succession, emptying all the bullets in the gun. The bullets slid through the barrel and flew out, quickly shooting towards the deadly parts of the four people.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by the sound of bullets piercing flesh and blood, three of the rebels screamed before dying and then fell to the ground.
But the muscular black man reacted extremely quickly, dodging the incoming bullets in advance and avoiding being hurt. At the same time, after dodging the surprise attack, he turned skillfully, turned the gun barrel behind him, and wanted to shoot the man who attacked him in secret.
But when the black-skinned man turned around, a lump of black object appeared in front of his eyes and hit him in the face.
"Shit!"
When he saw that something was about to hit him, the black-skinned man immediately recognized that it was just a gun. He didn't think about dodging at all, just slightly narrowed his eyes, waiting to continue pulling the trigger.
But when the gun actually hit him in the face, he realized he was completely wrong. The man seemed to have received a strong punch, his head thrown back, and his body recoiled two steps uncontrollably.
"When he cursed out loud and wanted to keep fighting, he discovered that the figure on the opposite side was already very close.
"Ah!"
The pupils of the man suddenly contracted and he unconsciously squeezed the trigger with his fingers.
But Jack wanted to run towards the front of the black-skinned man before pulling the trigger, so he reached out to grab the barrel of the gun and lifted it with force.
Bang! Bang!
The bullets violently flew towards the roof of the factory building and Jack grabbed the other end of the rifle with his other hand and was about to throw the weapon.
Naturally, the man refused and did everything he could to retreat.
Unexpectedly, the opponent would need so much strength... Seeing the deadlock, Jack released the hand that held the weapon and punched the opponent.
Seeing this, the man naturally quickly released one hand to block.
Taking this opportunity, Jack turned around, lifted his foot, kicked the opponent's stomach, and at the same time, the other hand holding the weapon took advantage of the situation.
The burly black-skinned man panicked and dodged the legs, but couldn't grab the hand holding the weapon, so he had no choice but to let it go.
But he also understood that he should not allow the other party to get the weapon, so he simply lifted his leg and kicked the rifle hard.
After all, leg strength is stronger than arm strength. This sudden force made Jack unable to hold the weapon, and the rifle directly flew several meters away.
Shaking his slightly numb hands and feeling exhausted in his body, he only felt a little regretful.
If he had been stronger, he could definitely have held the weapon in his hands, and the battle would have ended.
But many things don't happen as one wishes. Jack discovered that the actions now had greatly changed the positions of the two. He was already at a certain distance from the bodies of the three rebels and the weapons by his side.
Although he was still relatively close, he knew that the other party would not allow him to have the opportunity to take any firearms.
The man naturally also noticed this, with a sinister smile on his face, he grabbed his worn shirt with both hands and tore it off with a strong pull, revealing the muscular muscles underneath his body.
Then he reached behind his waist, pulled out the machete that had been attached to his waist, aimed the sharp blade at Jack and slowly said to him, "I was inferior at this moment, now let's start again!"
"Hoo..."
Knowing that this confrontation could be inevitable, although Jack really wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, he first had to deal with the problems in front of him.
Taking out the blood-stained dagger, he also slowly made an offensive gesture. "You don't know, but my suit is specially made for combat, you damn idiot."