Chapter 679 Stuck 92

Chen Shu's speed was slightly slower, but Zhu Yiba did not deliberately stop and wait, or help Chen Shu climb. Because both of them knew that time was urgent at this moment and they had to occupy a favorable position on the rooftop before arriving.

Click.

An open-fingered hand stretched out into the night sky from outside the low wall on the top floor, then turned 90 degrees inward and pressed hard against the low wall. With a muffled groan, a heavily armed SWAT team member came cleanly from outside the building. Ride up the low wall.

Then, another one.

This man's movements were not so graceful. He was panting like a cow. The police uniform on his body kept rubbing against the wall. At this time, his whole body was wrinkled and embarrassed. He was lying on the low wall as if he was about to die.

After tinkering for a long time, with the help of my companions, I managed to hang it on the low wall.

Chen Shu wiped his forehead and thanked him. He looked at the dark roof in front of him and said happily: "Huh, it's not bad. I caught up."

The two special police officers jumped from the low wall. They were breathing heavily and had no time to adjust. They took out the Type 92 pistol from the outside of their thighs, pulled it with their backhand, then cut the safety and aimed firmly at the iron door leading downstairs.

I could faintly detect the shouts of people coming from under my feet, as well as the sound of "dong dong dong" running, and there were also a lot of gunshots in the gaps.

Turning on the bright flashlight on his helmet, looking past the machine sight, Chen Shu firmly locked the iron door leading to the rooftop.

But what he didn't notice was that Zhu Yiba, who was standing half behind him, was also aiming his gun at the iron door, but his eyes were looking at the safety bolt of the gun body from time to time.

The safety bolt is closed.

"Zhu Yiba, there is no need to fire warning shots later. As long as they dare to rush towards us, we will shoot." Chen Shu said seriously.

After a pause, he raised the corner of his mouth for no reason and said mockingly: "I forgot that you came from Yun Province. You must have seen more such occasions than me. Maybe, you may have to protect me in a while."

"Chen Da, we all know what you did in NJ. It's so damn cool, we all have the word 'Follow' in capital letters!" Zhu Yiba tried to tease, but his eyes still didn't leave the one in his hand that was still closed. The safety catch is on.

Chen Shu took a deep breath and suddenly felt that standing next to a comrade who had shouldered a gun together was a very safe thing.

He could feel his nervousness and uneasiness, but as long as he thought of his comrades standing firmly behind him, this negative emotion could be relieved a lot.

"Chen Da, how about we rush downstairs?" Zhu Yiba made a suggestion, because he felt that it was a torture for him to stand upstairs like this, and he hoped to relieve his inner anxiety through physical actions. .

Zhu Yiba was not afraid of these few. He had killed many soldiers, traffickers, and bandits. He just had a little doubt that when the time came, he would still be able to fire this gun as accurately as before.

Just shoot, what's the big deal?

Zhu Yiba encouraged himself repeatedly in his mind, but what came to his mind was the scene where his comrades died because of him, and the helpless expression of his old father when he persuaded him to go to the Ninth Bureau to do civilian work with peace of mind.

If you can't fire a gun, you'll be a joke wherever you go.

Zhu Yiba's hands slowly began to shake.

Bang.

The masonry underfoot trembled slightly again, followed by the sound of extremely frequent gunfire.

For some reason, Chen Shu had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Did you hear that? There's shooting going on below, and there are explosions. We're going up and down, and it's easy to get hurt by accident." Chen Shu stared at the iron gate and said slowly, "We have to trust our comrades."

Xu Mingliang?

Is an old EOD man who has already laid down on his back really trustworthy?

Zhu Yiba's thoughts were spinning wildly. He didn't know why, at this critical moment, his mind was still thinking wildly.

Boom, boom, boom.

A burst of chaotic footsteps came from inside the iron door and from downstairs.

Then the iron door opened with a bang, and two men dressed like Shao Min stood out first, with a few more vaguely crowded behind.

Perhaps their eyes were suddenly flashed by a flashlight from outside, and they paused for a few seconds.

"Police! Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted loudly.

The two men inside the iron gate reacted, shouting "waaaaaaaah" without knowing what they were saying, and rushed towards Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba with their hands waving wildly.

"Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted again.

The two men did not stop, and even increased their speed, shouting and waving their arms, as if they had been carried away by anger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Without thinking, Chen Shu killed the man at the front with three shots, then moved his pistol slightly and pointed it straight at another man who was also charging straight behind and did not stop because his companion fell to the ground.

Click!

Stuck!

"Fuck! It's stuck again!"

Chen Shu couldn't help but curse angrily. He stared at the man who was about to rush over and shouted loudly: "Zhu Yiba! Shoot!"

Seeing that the man was about to rush forward, the flashing reflection of the shiny blade in his hand was very clear. Coupled with the ghostly scream during the charge, his ferocious appearance made people shudder.

But the gunfire around Chen Shu still didn't sound.

Also stuck?

It's too late!

Chen Shu inserted his pistol into the mouth of his tactical vest with his backhand, shouted to encourage himself, then flew forward and collided with the man who was charging towards them.

"ah!"

"ah!"

The knife and fist crossed each other, and the scene did not have cool and dazzling special effects like in the movie, but just a simple collision. However, the dull sound that followed was extremely heavy. This was the sound that could only be produced by a collision between the two sides, fighting for their lives without considering deceleration.

Both knew that this was a fight to the death.

Failure means death.

At this time, Zhu Yiba just came back to his senses. He looked anxiously at the two black shadows fighting not far away, and was alert to the other two people standing in the iron gate who were ready to move.

At this time, the bumper of the 92 pistol in his hand was still closed.

The situation was extremely serious!

(PS: People in society take it for granted that SWATs must have practiced and that they are no less capable than ordinary people in actual combat. This view is only roughly correct, but this "no less capable" is not as easy as it is expressed in words.

SWATs do have training in this area, but not much, and can even be said to be pitifully little. The focus of daily training is still more on long-distance running and strength training, and not even shooting.

They are all colleagues who drink together after get off work, and they are afraid of hurting their relationship if they fight too hard, so even if the detachment sends people to supervise the quarterly fighting assessment, everyone just fiddles with the turtle punch a few times and then stops.

As for unarmed combat, it is more about standing in place and doing a few warm-up rounds of catching the enemy punch before long-distance running, and even the inspection tactics are practiced more frequently than it. Obviously, they don't take this seriously, because everyone tacitly It is recognized that there will not be a situation where the police need to fight the suspects alone.

When the police enforce the law and arrest people, they will determine the number of people before the action, and generally use more people to fight fewer people. Which one is not better than fighting with bare hands, batons, sprays, and riot forks?

Unless they have received extremely professional training, such as boxers and free fighters who make a living by fighting, or special combat soldiers who have retired from the army, ordinary fights are just to see who is heavier, stronger, and more ruthless.

In this way, even special police are only a few points stronger than ordinary people in physical fitness because of years of training, and they can't be regarded as the kind of fighting special effects in TV and movies that can beat the whole field with one shot.

However, Chen Shu, who has experienced the life-and-death fight in NJ, has a traditional advantage in physical fitness. In terms of ferocity, he is now also a top existence, not inferior to those. )