"fu_ck." Cass cursed under his breath, shook his head to get rid of the glass shards in his hair, dropped the AWP, and picked up the Uzi submachine gun from the ground. Without even looking up for a proper aim, he leaned on the window and started shooting outside.
"Dang dang dang...."
The unique gunfire of the Uzi sub-gun kept going off, with spent casings falling down, flick-chick-click. Within just seven or eight seconds, Cass had completely emptied a clip.
Under close combat, there's no doubt that the firepower suppression of a submachine gun is incredibly strong. Taking advantage of Cass's suppression of the enemy outside, Bernie, keeping low, moved to the side of the sofa and led the frightened Britney to the basement. He casually grabbed a lot of guns and ammunition from there, tossed it by the window for Cass to catch.
"Haha, delightful. These damn bastards definitely don't know that my villa has been specially fortified, and ordinary rifles can't penetrate it at all."
