Gamers Are Fierce

　　 The apartment in this building is in the shape of "匚". It has ten floors. The five floors below are rented out to residents. The sixth and seventh floors are all under Tamar Riadi.

　　 The eighth floor is an ice factory, the ninth floor is a warehouse, and the tenth floor is where Tamar Riadi’s residence and safe house are located.

　　 If most of the residents in this building are poisonous insects, then we must consider the threat posed by these so-called "civilians".

　　 Illegal guns are quite rampant here. Even if these poisonous bugs can't take out automatic rifles, they can still take out a few small pistols or homemade blunderbuss. If they don't, they will always have a machete.

　　"At present, our biggest advantage is that the enemy cannot use the monitoring system and can only communicate through a limited number of walkie-talkies.

　　 As long as they don’t fight with large-scale enemies, they continue to engage in guerrilla warfare and consume the enemy’s vital forces, and they can always be worn to death. "

　　 Li Ang sorted his thoughts and walked slowly to the door with a gun.

　　 First move the gun left and right to make sure there are no enemies in the corridor, then walk out of the corridor and move forward against the wall.

　　 A series of footsteps sounded from the stairs in the distance, presumably the gang members attracted by the gunshot just now.

　　 Li Ang flipped his palm, took out the [Swiss Sabre 300] from the backpack, and used the lock picking tool in it to quickly open a door near him.

　　 There is a family of three, a man, a woman, and a child in the house, standing at the end of the living room holding each other, watching the clerk who opens the door tremblingly.

　　 Li Ang glanced at them coldly and waved his palm.

　　 The family of three rushed into the side bedroom, locked the door of the side bedroom with a bang.

　　 Li Ang closed the front door of the house, listening to a series of footsteps coming out of the stairs and running in the corridor.

　　 He hid on the concrete wall next to the door, holding a gun in his right hand, and pulling out a grenade from his waist in his left hand.

　　 When the sound of footsteps passed the door, Li Ang shot diagonally towards the wooden door, killing two people.

　　 The enemy in the corridor fired in panic, but all the bullets hit the cement wall, and there was no result except for the splashing of cement debris.

"here has--"

　　 The man in the yellow shirt who was led by the yellow shirt shouted loudly, but was torn his throat by a bullet, he could only stare at his eyes, and fell helplessly, holding his throat.

　　 Two companions tried to drag him away, but two bullets that flew from nowhere, hit their eye sockets precisely.

　　 Three died, and seven are left.

　　 Li Ang squatted down, letting the cement fragments splash above his head, calmly assessing the current situation.

　　 Unlike most people imagine, there are too few things that can withstand rifle bullets in real life.

　　 Furniture, home appliances, doors and windows, stairs, cars, trucks, trucks...all things that can be bulletproof in movies and TV series are easily penetrated by rifle bullets in the real world.

　　 Only dense trees, steel or construction materials can withstand rifle bullets.

　　 Li Ang knows a little bit about architecture, and when he observes, he finds,

　　 In this building, the walls on both sides of the corridor are load-bearing walls with a thickness of about 300mm, which can easily withstand rifle bullets within 100 meters.

　　 Moreover, the location chosen by Li Ang is just at the angle between the door and the master bedroom. Even if a bullet penetrates through the wooden door, it will not form a ricochet, causing him damage.

　　 In the corridor, the thin wooden door has been completely torn apart, gunshots roar, bullets fly across, and rubble splashes everywhere.

　　 Li Ang listened to the location of the seven rifles, and silently pulled out the grenade ring, hooked his palm, and threw it into the corridor.

　　 Two seconds later, the explosion sounded through the corridor. Li Ang took out the [Swiss Sabre 300] out of the door. The smooth steel surface of the general knife was used as a mirror to observe the scene in the corridor.

　　 The hallway was full of blood, and a pile of charred bodies were scattered.

　　 Li Ang speared the pistol out and shot a shot at each body. After confirming that there was no movement, he walked out of the corridor.

　　 "The taste of barbecue."

　　He stepped over the pile of dead bodies indifferently and walked up the stairs.

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　　 On the tenth floor of the apartment, in the safe house, the first reader in Malawi, Tamar Riadi, is sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper slowly.

　　The area of ​​the safe house is quite large, with homogeneous steel plates embedded in the ceiling, walls and floor.

　　The gate adopts bank vault specifications and is made of 100mm steel. It is extremely heavy and can stand tall even with a machine gun.

　　 Inside the house, the decoration is low-key and luxurious. Bookshelves, desks, computers, and weapon racks are all available. There is also a round table in the center of the living room with various dishes.

　　 At this time, all the huge monitoring panels at the rear of the safe house turned black, but the emergency gasoline generator still provided lighting for the safe house.

　　 Tamar Riadi, surrounded by a dozen loyal subordinates, sat behind the round table,

　　He is a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He is a little bald, has a dark complexion, a round face, kind eyebrows, and looks quite gentle. His upper body is a floral shirt and his lower body is loose slacks.

　　 Tamar Riyadi looks no different from those ordinary middle-aged uncles who run commissaries on campus, but anyone who knows him knows that this is just a disguise.

　　His background is extremely poor. His father is a lame man who abuses alcohol and domestic violence all day long, and his mother is a mentally disabled person. He has been punching since he was a child, trying to fight for himself with boxing.

　　 In the fourteenth year, Tamar Riadi killed his father who abused his mother by mistake.

After 　　 fled to the city, he was appreciated by a small boss for his bravery and fierce fighting.

　　 In the Malawi city gang organization, I climbed up step by step, and finally sat where I am today.

　　 Years passed, and the elderly Tamar Riadi also began to believe in religion like other gang leaders.

　　 But maybe even he himself doesn’t believe it. He who has done all the evil and done all the bad can really go to heaven after death.

　　 "Sorry, Santos."

　　 Tamar Riadi put down the newspaper in his hand and said to the man in suit at the table, "It's really noisy downstairs."

　　 The young man named Santos Aquino smiled slightly and said nothing.

　　Santos is the younger brother of the rebel leader Cruz Aquino. Unlike his brother who is in the army, Santos has studied abroad, majoring in medicine, and has a dentist license.

　　 After returning home, Santos was responsible for helping his brother and liaising with major students in the Philippines.

　　 Through a secret port controlled by the rebels, the "special medicines" in the Philippines are sent overseas~www.ltnovel.com~chap, you go downstairs to see how it is handled. "Tamar Riadi waved a big hand, and a short man standing behind him nodded, picked up the intercom, opened the door of the safe house, and went downstairs.

The two bodyguards at the door closed the door again. Tamar Riadi glanced at the closed door and said to Santos with a smile: "These special operations personnel are really annoying, but after three days, the city It's ours."

"Ha ha."

　　 Santos shook his head, pulled on the tie of his suit, and said slowly: "Don't get confused about the primary and secondary relationship, Tamar.

　　 If your previous action to assassinate the mayor of Malawi was too arrogant and attracted official attention and threatened this ‘cargo’, my brother would not need to rush out to exchange fire with the official Philippine army. "

　　 The rebel forces represented by Santos and the great reader Tamar Riadi are just ordinary partners in the eyes of the Philippine officials.

　　 But listening to what Santos means now, the two seem to maintain a partnership relationship,

　　 Even, the large-scale offensive launched by the rebels this time was not for the occupation of Malawi, but for a certain batch of "goods" in the apartment building of Tamar Riadi!

　　 For this reason, even in spite of the encirclement and suppression that might come afterwards, they have to fight head-on with the official Philippine army to keep this batch of things.

　　 Hearing the accusation in Santos’s underlying words, Tamar Riadi still kept smiling, but his eyebrows were a little gloomy.

　　 He glanced impenetrably at the bedroom behind the safe house, the stack of neatly stacked alloy boxes.

　　 All the sides of the boxes are printed with patterns of night flowers.