He rushed to Eberhardt and roughly pulled him up, shouting at his mistress, "You follow closely! Hurry up!"
The last seven or eight bodyguards were like frightened birds, but they also showed their final professionalism.
Relying on the curved structure of the spiral staircase in the hall, they formed a sparse but all-out fire defense line, desperately pouring bullets towards the hallway, trying to use the barrage of bullets to block Ribbs's path and buy time for Eberhardt to evacuate.
Dense bullets hit the pillars and marble floor of the porch, splashing up clouds of gravel and dust.
However, facing the rain of bullets coming towards him, a trace of violent disdain flashed in Ribs' eyes in the middle of the hallway.
He swept his hands across the air.
The next moment, the iconic compact silhouette of the Uzi submachine gun was firmly grasped in both hands! The heavy drum magazine provided it with deadly continuous firepower.
[Quick Item Bar]! Dual MP5 submachine guns loaded!
“Woo-da-da-da—Woo-da-da-da—!”
Ribs fired almost instinctively! The unwavering ability granted by [American Iai] was most brutally demonstrated at close range.
The MP5 in his left hand spewed flames toward the front left, suppressing the threat behind the pillars and decorative cabinets; the muzzle of the gun in his right hand followed his gaze and dealt with the gunman who emerged from the corner of the stairs on the right.
Puff! Puff! Puff! The bodyguards who were shot uttered short groans or screams and fell down one after another. The hot shells fell to the ground like raindrops, making a crisp thud.
Eberhart was half-dragged and half-carried by his bodyguards as he rushed through the corridor on the second floor in a panic, with his mistress screaming closely behind him.
Behind them, Reeves was stepping on corpses and pools of blood, clearing the way with both guns, and had already locked onto the private helipad leading to the rear.
"Stop him!" Eberhart screamed, his heart beating wildly as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
The security captain turned around and drew his gun, trying to make a final resistance, but it was too late.
Bang! Bang!
The security captain had no time to aim at all. Two blood flowers exploded on his chest and forehead almost at the same time, and his body fell backwards suddenly.
"Fuck! You're eating pickled radish!" Reeves's roar came from behind, "Eberhart! Don't run!"
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