But who the killer was, he already knew deep down.
Had he offended soone?
Lin Mo thought hard and carefully about this, then shook his head and said, "It seems not. We’ve never been to that country, so we shouldn’t be finding ourselves in this situation."
"But since the enemy has already attacked us, we really don’t need to be polite, just take them down."
"There’s still so ti left. As long as we can hold on, our family will survive."
In that case, that was the only option.
Zhang Li understood this as well and didn’t say much more, raising the weapon in his hands to prepare for shooting at the people below.
The key point was just one, that was to delay their ti as much as possible.
Lin Mo’s counterattack was very fierce, but the enemy’s attack also didn’t have the slightest delay, and the two sides were like engaged in a tug-of-war, without a mont’s relaxation.
Even in the process of one exchange of fire, Zhang Li got shot in the arm, and blood flowed down from the wound, looking very terrifying.
Reality is not a ga or a TV drama.
The power of firearms is imnse, and getting shot leaves you completely incapacitated. Even if the bullet wound isn’t fatal, Zhang Li still clutched his arm, sweating and gasping in pain.
It was evident that he had reached his limit of endurance.
This was actually quite normal,
No one can really continue fighting without regard for their injuries after being hit by a bullet.
If it were that easy, there wouldn’t be so many non-combat losses in wars.
What should be done in such a situation?
The critical point was that with one fewer mber blocking the attack on Lin Mo’s side, the terrorists’ assault beca even more ferocious.
Previously, it took them a full three to four minutes to rush from the lobby to the second floor corridor, but now it took them less than one minute to reach the staircase of the third floor.
Luckily, Lin Mo’s shooting position was very good, and with an ample supply of ammunition, they had managed to hold out until now.
If any of these conditions were lacking, they might already be dead by now.
But under the current circumstances, although they were not dead, they were walking on the brink of death, waiting for a bullet to end their lives at any mont.
What to do?
Zhang Li gritted his teeth and raised the gun. Although he couldn’t hold it with both hands, he could still brace the butt of the gun against his chest.
The advantage of doing this was to absorb so of the recoil, preventing the gun barrel from flying sky-high.
As for suppressing the gun with one hand, that was possible, even a man weighing over three hundred pounds could stand and fire Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifles single-handedly.
But for Zhang Li, who had only trained for less than two years, to achieve such a feat was frankly too far-fetched.
What he could do was to brace the gun against his body, ensuring as much accuracy as possible in his shooting.
Having done that, Zhang Li called out without looking back, "Bro, run! They’re coming up. If they throw a grenade, we won’t have any chance to escape!"
The situation was indeed so,
In a narrow, cramped, and dark corridor where one can’t see their own fingers, it’s only necessary to estimate the enemy’s approximate position before tossing a few grenades over, and then the enemy’s body will be riddled with shrapnel in an instant.
Such spaces are practically tailor-made for grenades.
Lin Mo also understood this and yelled in a low voice, "Don’t worry about that. If they dared to use grenades, we would already be dead by now."
"The fact that we are still alive only ans two things."
"Either they don’t have grenades, or they want to capture us alive."
Although he didn’t understand what was happening on the terrorists’ side, from the current situation, it seed very likely that the enemies had changed their strategy, from massacring civilians to capturing their family alive.
It was also not hard to understand,
Given the strength that Lin Mo had demonstrated, it was only natural for various countries to vie for him.
The world’s number one intelligence organization, as long as they could control Abyss, they would be able to know all the enemy’s intelligence.
Not to ntion,
the attractiveness of such temptation alone is enough to make so countries wage wars to snatch it.
What’s more, Lin Mo had many pieces of important intelligence unknown to the world; if other countries beca aware that Lin Mo had so much valuable information, they would only beco greedier.
It was even absolutely possible that they would dispatch regular troops to capture Lin Mo.
Or rather, unquestionably so.
After responding to Zhang Li, Lin Mo pulled the trigger again at the distant enemies.
This ti, the terrorists didn’t dodge; they even used their bodies to attract all the gunfire, followed by other terrorists who charged over.
They were so fast that Lin Mo had no ti to react.
It wasn’t just about him, with no experience in warfare; even battle-hardened special forces could hardly anticipate such reckless insanity from the enemy.
They were literally advancing behind the bodies of their own n.
It was over,
Lin Mo had even prepared himself for capture.
Luckily, he had already had his family leave early, so even if he was captured, at least there was no imdiate threat to his life, and he wasn’t worried that they would kill him on the spot.
The reason was simple,
Lin Mo could survive in the rather chaotic Grand Xia with the intelligence in his hands, and could do the sa in the hands of other countries.
While other things might not be universally applicable, intelligence, at least, was a currency more universal than Franklin.
However, Lin Mo truly did not want to be entangled in another conflict, nor did he want to have any involvent with the organizations behind these terrorists.
He had finally regained his freedom, finally able to travel with his family without a care in the world, just seeking happiness.
He had finally been able to return to Grand Xia at any ti with his family, living aboveboard with his own identity. The thought of giving up so easily was sothing Lin Mo was reluctant to accept.
He would not accept it even in death.
But now, it was ti for him to make a decision.
All in!
Lin Mo gritted his teeth fiercely, moved forward to place himself beside Zhang Li, pulled out a grenade and threw it, while forcefully pushing Zhang Li backward.
The entire process took less than 20 seconds; even Lin Mo hadn’t expected to unleash such strength.
Zhang Li was equally stunned, instinctively ducking behind another position.
The grenade exploded, kicking up clouds of dust.
Lin Mo looked at what he had left—a smoke grenade and two flashbangs, but no more frag grenades.
He gritted his teeth, pulled the pin of a flashbang, and shouted back, "Zhang Li, don’t look back, run! Just hold on for a few more minutes, our reinforcents will definitely arrive."
Despite the heavy gunfire nearby, Lin Mo could see through the pitch-black window that many police and military vehicles were parked on the road below.
What’s more interesting,
so of the military vehicles clearly didn’t bear the insignia of the Northern Border but instead ca from Grand Xia and Arica.
Lin Mo wasn’t surprised to see Grand Xia’s troops appear here because the Northern Border was very close to Grand Xia, and the two often conducted military exchanges, with troop training taking place between them.
Their military academies’ students would also spend a year or two studying in each other’s countries.
It wasn’t so much about learning cultural knowledge, but simply about making friends, to facilitate future work collaborations.
But,
Lin Mo never imagined that Johnson Hester would have Arican troops rush over here.
After all, in Lin Mo’s view, if he could encounter such a once-in-a-century opportunity like today, he definitely would not lend a hand; instead, he would kick an enemy while they were down, taking the chance to eliminate them.
That would be the best choice.
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