The first wave of mafia members rushing down the stairs was caught off guard and took a barrage of bullets head-on, with several falling immediately.
The remaining members quickly crouched down, hiding behind the stair railings. The sturdy marble banisters provided some protection from the bullets.
However, some were still hit by bullets that slipped through the gaps, leaving the mafia members completely suppressed and unable to fight back.
Soon, wave after wave of mafia members came running down from the second floor, using the stairs as cover to attack Chen Mo and his team.
Although Howard and the others continued to take out the enemies who showed themselves, more and more gunmen gathered on the stairs. The group hid behind cover, engaging in a fierce battle with the mafia.
Caught up in the excitement, the usually cautious Howard moved out from behind Chen Mo and stood boldly in the open, firing continuously at the stairs, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
While everyone else was shooting from behind cover, Howard's sudden appearance drew the attention of several mafia members. A burly man with a double-barreled shotgun aimed at Howard.
With a loud "bang," the shotgun fired, and the pellets hit Howard's chest and abdomen, sending him flying backward with the impact.
Lying on the ground, Howard grimaced in pain. The shotgun blast felt like being punched multiple times simultaneously, making his bones ache.
Barely having time to marvel at the bulletproof armor's strength, Howard rolled several times and hid behind a pile of sofas. The thick, solid wood was enough to block the small-caliber bullets.
The burly man who had shot Howard stared in disbelief, wondering if he had loaded rubber bullets by mistake. Before he could fire again, a bullet from the corner pierced his skull.
As more gunmen rushed down from the second floor, the martial arts school members were gradually suppressed, forced to hide behind walls, columns, and other cover, only returning fire during lulls in the enemy's attack.
Despite Chen Mo's ability to quickly eliminate all the gunmen on his own, he stayed in the corner of the hall, rarely taking action.
Most of Chen Mo's attention was focused on Albert and the others. When they peeked out from behind cover and exposed themselves to enemy fire, Chen Mo closely monitored the enemy's gun barrels. If their heads were targeted, Chen Mo's bullets would preemptively take out the threatening gunmen.
As for Howard getting shot? As long as it wasn't a headshot, Chen Mo didn't bother with non-lethal attacks.
He wasn't in a hurry to end the battle. The martial arts school members rarely had the chance to participate in real combat, so this was a good opportunity to train them. Real gunfights were the fastest way to grow.
With Chen Mo's covert protection, the group, although suppressed by enemy fire, was not in any life-threatening danger. Occasionally, bullets hit them, but it felt like being punched, and the bulletproof armor left them unharmed.
Their marksmanship was not weak. Despite being suppressed by the enemy's dense bullets, they continued to take out the enemies on the stairs. As the intense gunfight continued, the grand staircase gradually filled with the bodies of dead mafia members.
Fewer gunmen were coming down from upstairs, while more were being killed. The mafia gunmen, facing these few but powerful invaders, began to lose their momentum despite their numerical advantage.
In such an intense gunfight, with heavy casualties on their side and none on the enemy's, the remaining gunmen felt fear as their comrades fell. Their firepower weakened.
Huang Quan, hiding behind a thick marble column, quickly changed his magazine. In the fierce battle, his sharp reflexes and precise shooting had taken down at least five enemies.
After changing the magazine, Huang Quan noticed that the bullets hitting the marble column behind him had significantly decreased. Seizing the opportunity, he darted out, aiming his dual pistols at the enemies on the stairs and quickly pulling the trigger.
The first bullet hit the marble banister, chipping a piece off the smooth, elegant stone.
The second bullet went through the gap in the banister, hitting a mafia member hiding behind it in the chest.
Two shots took down an enemy, and Huang Quan quickly dodged back behind the marble column. A barrage of bullets followed, chipping away at the stone.
Han Qing, Wang Kun, and Luo Zhen also seized the opportunity when the enemy's firepower weakened, each taking down an enemy with a burst of shots.
Old Albert's performance was particularly impressive. He had been hiding at the corner of the hall, back against the wall, holding a pistol in each hand near his ears. His elegant and composed face now bore a hint of cold killing intent.
Taking advantage of the lull in enemy fire, he swiftly turned and stepped out, extending his arms as he moved. His sharp gaze locked onto the enemies on the stairs. Both pistols fired almost simultaneously, and the bullets, propelled by the explosive gunpowder, shot out at high speed towards the stairs.
On the stairs, two mafia members stood by the banister, holding Thompson submachine guns and firing down with fierce expressions.
"Thud! Thud!" The sound of bullets hitting flesh echoed as blood splattered from their chests. They groaned and fell to the ground.
Albert's hands moved continuously, aiming and firing, while his feet quickly carried him towards another marble column.
Albert was arguably the best marksman among them, second only to Chen Mo. His dual-wielding shots took down mafia members one after another, while the enemy's bullets only caused him to pause momentarily.
By the time he ducked behind the column again, his pistols were empty.
His agile movements and composed demeanor made Chen Mo, who was observing the battlefield, nod in approval. He couldn't help but think of Harry, the skilled and elegant agent from "Kingsman."
As for Howard, the battle-loving yet fearful one, he hid behind a thick wooden sofa, shooting through the gaps. His chosen spot made it difficult for the gunmen on the stairs to aim at him. He stayed there, excitedly firing, and managed to take down as many enemies as Albert.
One of the mafia gunmen on the stairs noticed Howard hiding behind the sofa and quietly aimed at him.
Unaware of the danger, Howard continued to shoot enthusiastically.