William heard the bandit leader calling for support, and after thinking for a moment, he immediately retreated to the hotel entrance, found three AKs, removed the magazines and loaded bullets from the guns, and found a dozen more magazines and returned to the pillar.
He threw the AKs at the hotel security guards. After throwing three AKs, he threw more than ten magazines at them. The whole process took no more than ten seconds.
The security guards hiding in the corners and at the stairs became more confident after receiving three AKs and more than a dozen magazines. They picked up the AKs and loaded the magazines, then gave William a thumbs up. Now they completely believed that William was in cahoots with them.
William gestured to the hotel security and said that he would go to deal with the reinforcements of the gangsters. The security guard looked at William and nodded. He knew that if William was still waiting at the door, he would be attacked from both sides. This was too dangerous.
Moreover, they now have AKs in their hands, so they will not be at a disadvantage in terms of firepower if they guard the corners and the stairs. As long as they guard the stairs, these bandits will not be able to get into the hotel. After waiting for more than ten minutes, their support will arrive.
William turned and walked out the door, quickly ran to the side wall of the hotel, and looked out. He saw five or six people with AKs running towards him from more than 100 meters away.
Damn, this place is not a good place to ambush. He doesn't want to have a head-on conflict with the kidnappers, so he looked around.
Seeing that there was a window open on the second floor of the hotel's side wall, William, the old scoundrel, immediately noticed it, took five or six steps back, quickly rushed to the wall, jumped onto the window on the first floor, and then stepped up with his legs.
After flying more than two meters into the air, he grabbed the edge of the window on the second floor with both hands. While the upward momentum had not completely dissipated, he pressed his hands on the windowsill, shrank his body, entered the window, and climbed into the room on the second floor.
At this time, the bandits who came to support were more than 60 meters away from the side wall. William put the 4a1 on the windowsill where he could immediately reach it, pulled out the Glock 17 with his right hand, and hid by the window waiting for the bandits to support him.
This group of gangsters ran to the side wall, observed carefully for a while, and when they saw that there was no threat, they walked towards the hotel gate with guns in hand.
After William and the other six people appeared in his sight with their backs to him, he suddenly appeared at the window and fired six shots in a row with the Glock 17 in his hand, each shot hitting the target in the head.
Some of the customers hiding in the rooms upstairs in the hotel were terrified and wondered who this guy was. He was so cruel and every shot he took was a headshot. He was also extremely insidious.
A polar bear who was gambling with William at the same table saw William suddenly look at the window where he was. He was frightened by William's eyes and quickly took seven or eight steps back. He sat down on the sofa, his heart pounding wildly, cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and he said inwardly with lingering fear
"Fortunately, I didn't have time to attack him, otherwise if this killer had come after me, my thugs wouldn't have been able to stop him. Damn it, I never want to see this guy again."
William looked up suddenly just now because he felt a sense of malice, but he didn't have time to pay attention to that guy now.
William jumped down from the second floor with his gun. After replacing a new magazine in his Glock 17, he heard the sound of AK gunfire coming from the distant street corner. The Montenegrin police finally arrived 10 minutes after the incident.
William didn't care about what was happening outside the street. He wanted to kill the remaining six gangsters in the lobby first.
Holding the 4a1, he walked carefully into the lobby. Now the lobby was quiet, no one fired a gun, and everyone was cautious. After the hotel security guards had AKs in their hands, the gangsters didn't dare to rush forward anymore. The AK's firing was no joke, and any stray bullet could be fatal.
Hiding on a pillar, William communicated with the hotel security with gestures and took out two stun grenades hanging on his tactical bulletproof vest. He signaled the hotel security to be careful. The security nodded. William held a stun grenade in each hand, bit off the safety with his teeth, and threw the stun grenade in the direction of the gangster.
The power of the stun grenade indoors was indeed very great. Even William, who was hiding behind a pillar about ten meters away and covering his ears, felt a little nauseous, not to mention the gangsters in the center of the stun grenade.
William took out the Glock 17 and walked out of the pillar, shooting at the still dazed gangster.
Five shots were fired in a row, each one hitting the head. The security guards hiding at the stairs were shocked. They did not expect William to be so cruel. They had recognized William and knew that he was the new billionaire who had been gambling in the hotel these two days. These people did not dare to say a word when looking at William.
William walked up to the bandit leader, kicked his AK away, then searched out a 92 from him, threw it away, and walked towards the elevator with the bandit leader. William opened the elevator and casually removed the bandit leader's two arms in the elevator.
After the elevator reached the rooftop, William carried the bandit leader, who looked like a dead dog, up the stairs to the rooftop. When they reached the rooftop near the side still exchanging fire with the police, William threw the bandit leader to the ground and asked, "How many of you came this time? Who hired you? How many of your mercenaries are still here? Where is your base?"
The bandit leader spat a mouthful of blood at William, laughed, but didn't say anything.
William kicked the bandit leader and immediately kicked him flying.
"Ah!" the bandit leader groaned in pain.
"Tell me, I won't kill you, I will hand you over to the Montenegrin police," William asked again
"Bah, just kill me. I won't survive if the mission fails anyway. Just wait for our revenge. Our leader will never let you and your family go."
Damn, when William heard that the bandit leader was about to die and still threatened his mother, he immediately pulled out his special
Locke pointed at his head, and William regretted it. He should have killed this guy directly just now. Now several security guards downstairs saw him dragging this guy into the elevator. If he killed the bandit leader now, it would be difficult to explain to the police.
After hesitating for a few seconds, seeing that this guy was really determined to die, William couldn't do anything to him. So he took out his mobile phone, took a photo of him, and sent it to Toer, the contact of the suicide squad, to see if Toer knew this guy.
William was furious in his heart, "If you don't tell me, I will go find your relatives. You definitely don't want me to show up in your house, right?"
The bandit leader spat at William and said with a sinister smile, "I am a war orphan, I have no family, but if you want to die, I will tell you that I will not survive if the mission is not completed. We are the mercenary group under Chief Jett Froby of Alba.
"I was hired by Le Sifu to come to Montenegro. The chief has put a lot of money on Le Sifu. My order is to get the money, otherwise Le Sifu will be killed. There are 36 of us here, and I am the leader. Hehe, go find the chief. I will be waiting in hell to see whether it is you or the chief who goes to hell. It would be best if you go to hell together."
He curled his lips. Of course, that chief went to hell. He ignored the curse of the pervert. He counted in his mind and looked at the place where he was still exchanging fire with the Montenegrin police. It seemed that he had killed more than 37 people.
Oh, by the way, there are still Le Sive's men. Together with those who are still exchanging fire, there are 42 of them. Never mind. Let's kill the five who are still alive first, and then find a time to go to Alba and kill that Chief Jet Froby.
William picked up the bandit leader and threw him off the edge of the rooftop. This guy was no longer useful to him. "If you want to die, jump off the building yourself. If you don't want to die, wait for the Montenegro police to come."
After saying that, William ignored the bandit leader. He had already scanned the bandit leader. All the weapons on the bandit leader were thrown away by William, and his arms were also removed by William.
William walked back to the hotel, took out his AWP, and went up to the rooftop. He lay on the rooftop and aimed at the five gangsters who were still fighting with the police. Fortunately, this was a tourist city with many street lights. He fired one shot after another and finished a magazine.
William turned around and put the AWP on his back, thinking that these guns would be useless in the future. Otherwise, if someone were to identify the bullets after he fired them, they would know that they were fired from the same gun.
When he turned around and looked at the bandit leader, the guy had a look of despair on his face and said with gritted teeth, "I'll wait for you in hell" and then he really jumped off the building.
William cursed in his heart as he watched the bandit leader jump off the building. How cruel? Damn it, wait a hundred years in hell before you tell me.
He turned around and walked back to his hotel room, thought for a moment, and called the chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee, Gareth Mallory, and told him the situation. Gareth just replied, "I know."
Oh my god, could Garris be unreliable? Forget it, there was no point in thinking too much now. I went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed clothes, and sat on the sofa in the hotel room, waiting for the Montenegrin police and the English Foreign Affairs Department to arrive.
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