I received a text message from the future. Is it reasonable for me to earn tens of billions?

"The material of the explosion-proof shield cannot block the short-range frontal fire of pistol bullets. The door is narrow. If you hold up the shield and move forward, only one person can enter at a time. If you don't hold up the shield, only two people can enter at a time."

"No matter how many people they come in, the narrow doorways and entrances will form a short-distance corridor, restricting their movements. At this time, we only need to keep one person, use the sofa and coffee table as a cover, and conduct frontal roll call shooting. At least we can kill them. Their commando."

"As long as we can shoot and injure one of them, we can take advantage of the situation and form a reinforcement tactic."

"As long as they try to save people, there will be people exposed to our guns."

Having said this, the middle-aged man paused and looked at the non-mainstream boy, seemingly asking the non-mainstream boy what his plan was.

"Great plan, I think it's okay."

"As long as we hold on to one wave, they won't dare to rush in easily. Then we can find a way to rush out."

The non-mainstream boy nodded and affirmed the middle-aged man's plan.

"Tell me about the Crossfire Network you mentioned."

The non-mainstream boy asked.

"The cross fire network is to allow our firepower to form a cross ballistic network, so that when the enemy rushes in, no matter which angle they defend, they will be within our fire coverage."

"A person is shooting at the enemy in the front, and at the same time, there is an ambush on the left and right sides. If someone escapes the shooting of the person in the front and rushes into the room and enters the open area of ​​​​the living room, the people on the left and right will be , shoot at the enemy."

The middle-aged man chatted eloquently to the two of them, explaining professional tactics.

"Cow batch!"

After listening to what the middle-aged man said, the fat man gave a thumbs up.

The fat man didn't quite understand what the middle-aged man said.

But that didn't stop the fat man from feeling that what the middle-aged man said was very impressive.

The eyes of the non-mainstream young man on the side became brighter and brighter, looking at the middle-aged man with surprise.

A middle-aged man’s plan, great!

The non-mainstream boy felt that he had indeed found a treasure. If he was asked to choose between a fat man and a middle-aged man, and one of them would be his partner, the non-mainstream boy would choose the middle-aged man without hesitation.

As for the fat man...

Apart from its terrifying combat power, it is useless at all.

Besides...

The fighting ability of middle-aged men is not necessarily worse than that of fat men. At least in terms of shooting, middle-aged men beat fat men completely.

Thinking of this, the non-mainstream boy glanced at the fat man, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

There will definitely be one person left behind for a while.

He is said to be the Queen, but in fact he is the scapegoat.

Stay and hold off the police for them!

Previously, the scapegoat chosen by non-mainstream teenagers was a middle-aged man who had just joined.

But now...

The non-mainstream teenager felt that it was not impossible to find a new partner for him.

Fatty's fighting ability...

It seems a bit difficult to let him be the scapegoat.

Thinking of this, the non-mainstream boy glanced at the gun in his hand and the fat man's legs.

As long as the fat man loses his mobility, it seems to be enough.

After thinking about it, the non-mainstream boy laughed coldly.

"I think his plan is great, don't you?"

The non-mainstream boy asked the fat man.

"I feel great too!"

The fat man nodded and agreed.

"In that case, let's divide the work." The fat man would agree. The non-mainstream boy was not surprised. This fat guy is a fool who doesn't want to use his brain. As long as someone gives an idea, he will not be touched. If it is in the interests of the fat person, the fat person will choose to agree.

"You are good at shooting, and you are responsible for guarding the main gate!"

The non-mainstream boy pointed at the middle-aged man and said.

"Okay, I don't have enough bullets!"

"It takes a lot of bullets to defend the front door!"

The middle-aged man nodded and stated his needs.

"No problem, Fatty and I will give you the magazines!"

The non-mainstream boy nodded and said.

Upon hearing this, Fatty didn't want to do it anymore.

"I don't have much magazine left!"

The fat man yelled.

At this time, whoever has more bullets has a greater chance of survival.

Without bullets, facing heavily armed police, no matter how good your skills are, it's useless.

After all, there is a saying: No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives!

Even those with high martial arts skills are afraid of kitchen knives, let alone guns?

There are still a lot of guns, can the fat man not be afraid?

Hearing the fat man's words, the non-mainstream boy sneered in his heart, walked up to the fat man, put his ear to the fat man's ear, and whispered: "The frontal position is the most dangerous, and he will be exposed to the police's gun at any time. Since he is allowed to be cannon fodder, Of course, if he is there and we are on both sides, there is no need to fire many shots. In the end, we will have more bullets left."

Hearing the unconventional boy's words, the fat man blinked and felt that they seemed reasonable.

"What you said seems to make sense..."

The fat man muttered.

Hearing this, the non-mainstream boy sneered.

"It does make sense, but with that pig brain of yours, you forget about saving bullets as soon as you start fighting."

The non-mainstream boy sneered and muttered in his heart.

"Take out the magazine."

"We should each have four left. Counting the guns, there are still five left. Each of us should give him two more."

The non-mainstream boy stretched out his hand to the fat man.

Hearing this, the fat man hesitated for a moment, then took out two magazines and placed them in the hands of the non-mainstream boy.

The non-mainstream boy took the magazine, nodded, and motioned the fat man to go to the restaurant on the right and use the marble dining table as a cover.

The fat man took a look and felt that the marble dining table was very reliable and should be safe, so he ran over.

Seeing this scene, the non-mainstream boy smiled slightly, but in his heart he was laughing at the fat man and his stupidity.

The restaurant was so far from the door, so why did he run away?

Moreover, the main body of the entire house and the bedrooms are all on the right side. After dealing with the middle-aged man at the front door, normal people are accustomed to looking that way after entering the door. If the middle-aged man's position is the most dangerous, then The direction where the fat man is is the second most dangerous position.

Compared with the middle-aged man who is closer to the door and easier to evacuate, the fat man is more dangerous.

The non-mainstream boy turned his back to the fat man and gave the fat man's two magazines to the middle-aged man, but did not give out his own magazines as well.

The non-mainstream boy whispered softly: "As soon as I find an opportunity, I will rush out and let the fat man take the rear for us."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned.

He nodded immediately to indicate that he understood.

The non-mainstream boy walked into the second bedroom on the left, moved the two bodies off the bed, and placed them at the door. After a while, he ejected the muzzle of the gun out of the door.

At the same time, a loud "boom" sound was heard. The non-mainstream teenager knew without looking that the security door had fallen down.