At 1:16 pm, Makoto Sakaki and Kidd took the stairs to a higher floor. The sound of gunfire was already close at hand, but something was a little strange...
The melee seemed to take place mainly on the rooftop.
"I said..."
Kidd held his knees and said breathlessly:
"How tall is this office building? How did they all climb to the top?"
"I'm afraid it was Judy's idea..."
Sakaki Makoto frowned and said:
"It is estimated that the Black Organization forced them onto the rooftop. When Akai Shuichi went up to support them, he encountered Bourbon, and then was ambushed by the special squad. In the chaos, the three parties unknowingly approached the main battle site."
"So there are two battlefields?"
"Um."
Nodding, Makoto Sakaki climbed up another flight of stairs and suddenly saw a member of the squad wearing camouflage uniform lying not far away. He was shot in the chest. Although he was not dead, he almost lost the ability to move and was temporarily left behind.
Seeing Sakaki and Makoto, the special team member raised his gun without hesitation, as if he wanted to fight to the death, but...
Bang!
Blood splattered and a bullet hit his palm, stopping his movement.
This was the first special team member that Makoto Sakaki had seen since the war began. This proved that the situation was so dangerous that even the fully armed team could not hold on and suffered casualties.
Once the cooperation between the teams is broken, the casualties will only increase.
"Hey, what's going on up there?"
Squatting in front of the special team members, Sakaki Makoto asked:
"What about the others?"
Glaring at Sakaki Makoto, the special team member not only did not answer, but instead threw away the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, quickly pulled out the pistol on his thigh, and attempted to shoot Sakaki Makoto and the other man.
Sakaki Makoto grabbed his wrist before he raised it, snatched the pistol from him, and pulled the trigger three times in a row at his chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The special team member collapsed to the ground powerlessly and slowly closed his eyes.
“You you you…”
Kidd, who was hiding behind, was shocked:
"You killed him?!"
"No, he was wearing a hard bulletproof vest, which a 9mm pistol like this can't penetrate."
Throwing away the pocket pistol he had snatched from the other party, Sakaki Makoto stood up, brushed off the dust on his legs, and continued walking up:
"He won't die, but he'll have to stay in the hospital for a while."
“Ohhh….”
Kidd heaved a sigh of relief and looked towards the semi-automatic rifle on the ground:
"Aren't you going to take his weapon? This rifle should be more powerful than a pistol, right?"
"In tight terrain, a pistol is more useful than a heavy rifle."
Sakaki Makoto said lightly:
"Especially in close-range combat, a stronger opponent won't even give you a chance to raise your gun."
"I'm more worried about Bourbon than this."
With his hands behind his head, Kidd thought and said:
"Logically, the Black Organization should be the one with the upper hand, but their casualties are greater than those of the FBI. Why is that?"
"Because all three parties want to kill each other, the more people die, the more viciousness will be aroused in people's hearts. Although the Black Organization has the upper hand in numbers, they are behind the FBI and the Self-Defense Forces in terms of equipment. The same bullet will kill the Black Organization's people, but the FBI and the Self-Defense Forces may not be able to do so."
At this moment, Sakaki Makoto suddenly heard Chianti's arrogant laughter, followed by a burst of submachine gun fire, and the upstairs suddenly became quiet.
"Let's go! They are right before our eyes!"
Sakaki Makoto became completely serious and rushed forward with his gun in hand.
"Hey, wait for me!"
.............................
"Cough! Cough!"
The corridor on the 29th floor was filled with smoke and the fire alarm sprayed water droplets that poured down on everyone.
Bourbon coughed, got up from the ground, and cursed inwardly:
"That lunatic in Chianti! He almost beat me to death!"
Then, he turned his head and looked at the stairs leading to the rooftop, where Shuichi Akai was hiding. In the melee just now, Shuichi Akai led his men to rush up and successfully reunited with Judy and others. On the other hand, only they and the special team hiding on the other side were left on the 29th floor.
"That guy Domon Yasuteru is not that honest!"
A wounded member of the Black Organization came to Bourbon and said:
"Brother Bourbon, our casualties are too heavy, and the Self-Defense Forces are eyeing us covetously. How about we withdraw?"
Hearing this, Bourbon looked back and found that the dozen or so people he brought were either dead or injured, and less than a handful of them could still move normally.
Of course, the FBI is not much better, at most there are 7 or 8 people, if they can join Chianti, maybe they can directly attack the rooftop, but...
The special team was like a sharp blade, cutting him and Chianti's team apart. Without getting rid of this team, they would not be able to gather together.
This was something no one expected, including Boss and Gin.
If it weren't for this small team shooting from behind, Bourbon would have been confident of wiping out the FBI!
The more critical issue is...
There is not enough time.
5 minutes have already passed and SAT may arrive at any time. Once the office building is blocked by SAT, they will be unable to escape.
Retreating now can indeed save themselves, and the task of weakening the FBI's strength according to Plan A has also been completed, but Bourbon does not want to leave.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
