The crisp sound interrupted Cassia's thoughts, the elevator's protective door opened, and the above values ​​showed that this was the eleventh floor of the building.

Taking out the pistol, Cassia walked towards the stairs and checked the guns, loaded the bullets before reaching the twelfth floor. The layout of the building was somewhat different from that of the hotel. The corridor was no longer a straight line, showing a small curve. The footsteps were very slow. After two or three steps, the sound of shoes hitting the ground completely disappeared. According to the location of the sniper team observed not long ago, Cassia observed the surroundings, and the layout of the rooms on the floor of the building quickly appeared clearly in his mind.

Less than a dozen steps, Cassia's body stopped. He stood in front of a door and touched it with his hands. The material seemed to be just an ordinary steel structure, and there were no other defense facilities inside. After calming his breath, Cassia closed his eyes and his ears were also attached to the wall beside the door, and his attention was all on his hearing.

A few seconds later, all the faint sound sources that had reclusive appeared around him. He closed his eyes and seemed to see something. Although it was very subtle, Cassia believed that he could see these objects in some states, such as extreme anger and in an extremely calm state. It was like a ripple on the lake surface, as if it was a sound wave automatically simulated by the brain. After returning from the volcanic base, he seemed to have such ability.

"Maybe it was caused by that faulty memory?" Cassia thought, and then artificially cut off her thoughts.

A very weak breath, although there was interference from other rooms, the strong rhythmic heartbeat sound that was transmitted through the wall to the ears had already shown the identity of the people in the room.

"Three people." Cassia said in his heart. He took out the portable communicator with his hand and placed it next to his other ear to connect Heslei. Neither spoke, and at this moment, he only relied on the slight tapping of his fingers to convey the message.

"I'm already outside the door, wait a little longer," Cassia said. "I don't know if the enemy's connection has been connected all the time. If we only open the report on the situation at a fixed point, we can do a lot of things. If not, think about our retreat route in advance before they surround us."

A few minutes later, Cassia gently tapped the surface of the communicator: "The interval is once every two minutes, and the communication is determined to be connected at all times, and our actions cannot be hidden."

"Do you want to retreat? Wait until someone else comes here?" Hesley asked. "I think it would be better not to expose myself now."

"No need, we each pulled out the enemies in our current position and hid in the building where we were." Cassia replied, while the muscles on his right hand squirmed, and the clothes were supported at a visible speed. His fingers holding the communicator slowly changed their color, and a layer of fine black scales quickly spread on it. "Even the surgeons, their energy cannot be infinite. Just let them know that I have arrived here. Next, it's time for them to tighten their nerves."

"That's fine. I'll observe the outside more. If I can find out the enemy's temporary command points, the rest will be much simpler."

"Start action in half a minute." Cassia said before hanging up the newsletter.

Looking at the mechanical watch, when the second hand finished the last scale, Cassia gently inserted the nail on her finger into the tiny door crack, and at the same time took a step back.

"Cruff", the metal of ordinary material twisted suddenly. After a muffled bang, the door frame embedded in the wall used to lock was directly violently pushed away by huge force. The warm air hit Cassia's face the next moment.

A slight sound of footsteps was heard coming from the inside of the room.

"Inside the master bedroom?" The speed suddenly accelerated, and Cassia flashed directly into the hall in front of the door, and the pistol had already hit the master bedroom.

With the sound of "swish", wood chips flew up, and a few bullets had already hit the door of the master bedroom that had not been opened. Then a series of bullets with faint smoke shot out from the door towards the hall. A complete door was instantly shot out of a hole.

Cassia walked to the bottom of the hall a few steps in advance, dodged the bullets, as if he was walking, and then slowly walked towards the wall near the main bedroom of the hall. I don’t know why it was so calm, maybe he didn’t feel the danger at all, he thought. The enemy’s actions seemed to be in his own prediction. He heard the sound of the door being destroyed, and did not rush out immediately, but shot into the interior of the hall through the door.

The three people inside would not expect to hit anything. They should be the ones who are anxious now. The prey took the initiative to find the hunter. Except for the final dying struggle, the prey seemed to have the confidence to absolutely kill the hunter in other situations.

But the situation changed. Cassia looked at the blood flowing through the crack of the door and said that the number of people should become two.

"There should be something like a steel shell bomb or a flash bomb." Cassia thought about it, and she came to the wall very lightly and quickly and silently. Her body seemed to be pressing on several tons of heavy objects in the next moment, as if this was his real form. In the blink of an eye, Cassia completely leaned over to the ground, and her ears were pressed on the ground. On the wall beside her, several rows of cross bullet holes appeared "wag" and "wag" appeared, as if a pair of scissors that were constantly opening and closing, squirting the hall. Pieces of bricks and stones and the bonded wall dust fell on Cassia.

Inside the ears, the sound of enemies' footsteps, and the inaudible sizzling voices that were coming from their portable communicators, became obvious. Cassia opened her eyes at this moment, and her bright red cross pupils were blooming inside.

"It's probably the feet here." Cassia took a deep breath, and seemed to have grabbed something in her heart. She moved her body on the ground, and at the same time she waved her right hand back, as if she was accumulating strength, and then punched her directly at the base of the wall in front of her.

The simple red brick and concrete structure, the toughness and strength of Cassia's arm are not at the same level. The standard thickness wall was punched through, and then I felt a relatively soft object touching the skin. Cassia grabbed it with her, and her body bounced up at this time. The force on her right arm became even greater, and she suddenly pulled it back and pulled it hard.

"Ahhhh!" Behind the painful sound was a muffled sound of hitting the wall, and the sound of bones "crackling" breaking. One of the enemy's feet was directly pulled to the hall by Cassia, and a clear bulge suddenly appeared on the wall.

The sound of the fire of the musket sounded again, losing the cooperation of another person. According to the order of bullet holes on the wall, Cassia easily avoided them all. This kind of work is no longer a difficult task for him now, or for any second-stage surgeon with some experience. Not seeing the target's shooting is just a stupid way to waste bullets.

His eyes scanned the wall in front of him, and through the bullet holes as thick as a thumb, Cassia's gaze happened to meet the enemy in the master bedroom in a bullet hole. However, on one side was a calm gaze, the blood-red cross pupil was a red gradually hidden like charcoal, and on the other side, it was indeed like a hot flame that was about to extinguish in the strong wind.

The bullet pulled out a faint smoke trajectory in the hall again. Cassia walked step by step, not fast, but let the bullets all brush over his body and embedded them into the wall behind him.

In less than a few seconds, when all the bullets in the magazine were shot, the enemy in the bedroom looked at the prey standing quietly in the hall and was stunned for a moment. He knew that he should change the magazine and continue shooting now, but his body could no longer move. The man in the hall would never give him this time, even if it only took about a second to change the magazine.
Chapter completed!