Three consecutive shots landed on the figure opposite, and the opponent reacted quickly, leaning back the moment he was hit.
The result was two bullet wounds on his body, but fortunately, his tactical bulletproof vest held up. The instant he fell, he gripped the Uzi's handle and pulled the trigger, aiming in Johnny's direction.
Da da da da!
The moment Johnny fired, he had already dodged backward. This spot happened to be a corner, so he directly rolled backward and left. The next second, countless bullets directly struck the position where he had just been standing.
A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead.
Damn it!
Johnny hadn't expected the opponent to be so decisive, even avoiding his final blow.
"Encountered a master?"
The fact that he could be hunted down even in his own residence indicated one thing: this guy was also sent by the Mafia.
He had initially thought they were all small-fry, so Johnny felt no pressure, but now it seemed things weren't that simple.
Another companion also jumped down from above, immediately raising his gun. He had heard the commotion below clearly.
Johnny also heard his footsteps as he landed, sensing that something bad was about to happen. He bolted backward without hesitation.
He no longer cared about the noise and commotion. Pushing open the main door, the outside was too open, so he could only go inside the house.
After entering the house, Johnny didn't forget to tap the wall, but the hollow sound instantly made his sense of security vanish without a trace.
"Shit, these walls are hollow!"
This discovery left Johnny speechless. Hollow walls meant they weren't bulletproof; the opponent could shoot right through them.
Aside from a few load-bearing columns, everything else could be penetrated by bullets. What was he to do?
The two people outside also walked in. They too touched the door, making a sound.
But at this point, it didn't matter. Since the opponent already knew he had broken in, why care about his whereabouts?
The two men began, one covering the left, one covering the right, raising their rifles and moving forward cautiously.
Johnny was currently in the villa's kitchen. There was a door here that led outside, but he couldn't move now, because the moment he moved, he would be discovered by the opponent.
"Damn it! They're like lingering ghosts!"
Johnny was hiding by the door, his gun pointed outside, but he had already switched weapons. The suppressed mode of the sand viper was no longer suitable, so he directly pulled out his FN 57.
If 9mm bullets can't penetrate your armor, then I'll switch to 5.7mm armor-piercing rounds!
I'd like to see if your bulletproof vest is tough enough, or if my 5.7mm armor-piercing rounds are sharp enough.
Johnny was breathing softly in the corner of the kitchen, while the footsteps of the other two were constantly approaching. They hadn't split up, because they knew very well that when facing a top assassin, splitting up would only lead them to death faster.
Although Johnny was only a three-star bronze-level assassin listed on the High Table APP, the problem was that he had a codename, Night Owl, and he was also a direct disciple of Night Demon.
Therefore, they would not underestimate this opponent.
One of them even pulled out a flashbang from his waist and threw it towards the living room.
Boom!
The sound of the explosion traveled from the living room to the kitchen, but it had no effect on any of them.
When the explosion sounded, the two also rushed into the living room simultaneously, because the living room was large and somewhat complex, so they were worried that Johnny might be hiding there.
After a fruitless search, the other man threw a flashbang towards the staircase, which connected to the restroom and the stairwell.
Boom!
Another explosion sounded, and Johnny took advantage of the noise to open the door a crack.
Just enough for one person to pass through.
Then Johnny moved his steps, slowly walking to another corner. This was directly under the sink, where there happened to be a space large enough for an adult, but it required crouching.
This corner was precisely where it couldn't be seen from outside, but at the same time, one couldn't see outside from within.
The white light of the flashbang continuously flashed, like an instant of daylight.
"Thanks for the cover of your explosions, Son of a bitch!"
Johnny cursed inwardly. At the same time, his FN 57 was already pointed in the direction they would enter. If they came in, they would definitely see this door, which was already wide open, because it was too obvious.
In that case, they would have two choices: first, chase out through this door.
Second, shoot at this door.
Of course, there would be a third possibility, which was to throw another flashbang!
So, Johnny could only pray that the opponent wouldn't throw a flashbang, otherwise he might really be dead.
Soon, the sound of an explosion came again. This time, the opponent threw it at the stair landing.
No, do you two think you're funny?
Unlimited ammunition?
Just throwing bombs everywhere?
This feeling of being cornered step by step was truly tormenting.
But Johnny still forcibly maintained his composure.
Soon, footsteps once again approached the kitchen. They had clearly realized that no one was on the first floor, but they still needed to search again.
The footsteps slowly approached the kitchen, step by step, step by step, but Johnny knew he couldn't move or peek out now, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.
Because the opponent had night vision goggles.
The moment he moved, he would be completely exposed in the opponent's eyes.
Based on the sound, Johnny could determine that the opponent had already reached the kitchen doorway.
The kitchen itself had no door; it was an open-plan space, though there was a dedicated waste disposal area in the back door passage leading outside.
The two men stopped outside the kitchen, constantly looking around, because there weren't many places to hide in the kitchen.
Soon, the one on the left noticed the open door. From his position, he could directly see outside the door.
He then elbowed his companion beside him.
The other person also looked towards this door.
This door had been closed before, but now it was open. Could it be assumed that the opponent had gone out?
So, his companion made a very correct decision. He pulled out the grenade from his waist and opened the safety.
Johnny also heard the sound of the safety being removed, and his heart instantly clenched.
However, the next second, that grenade was thrown directly out through the door crack.
Immediately followed by the sound of an explosion and shrapnel flying everywhere.
But Johnny's hiding place was inside the door, and it had no direct connection to the door. The flying shrapnel didn't affect him at all.
He also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, his heart had leaped into his throat the moment that grenade exploded.
Fortunately, the opponent didn't throw a flashbang, otherwise he would have been in trouble.
After confirming that there was no one outside the door, one of them walked towards the door, while the other followed, on alert.
Both sets of footsteps were perfectly synchronized. From Johnny's perspective, there was only one sound, but there were two subtle thuds as they landed, audible nonetheless.
The footsteps grew closer and closer. Johnny huddled in the compartment below, not daring to move.
Soon, with the faint light of the fire exit sign, he saw a foot come into his line of sight.
But he didn't shoot. Instead, he waited quietly, and sure enough, the other person's foot also appeared.
Johnny's FN 57 in his hand also slowly moved a little.
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