Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1145 With such fierce combat power, are you sure he's a cadet soldier?

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Inside the hall, Alpha team members were engaged in fierce firefights with the enemy.

During the incident, grenades were frequently thrown around, causing the militants to fall to their deaths.

However, because the enemy remained close to the hostages, this action also affected a small number of hostages, who lost their lives in the firefight.

"Damn it, it's Alpha's men! Retreat, retreat upstairs first!"

The leader of the armed men realized the ferocity and brutality of the special forces soldiers.

Instead of confronting the enemy head-on, they chose to turn around and disperse.

The reason they didn't choose to leave from downstairs was that the entire area around the theater had already been completely surrounded by police.

Trying to force your way out will only lead to certain death, while running upstairs will allow you to engage in a battle with Alpha's people.

"You guys, go check on the hostages' injuries."

"The other two groups, follow me!"

Alpha's captain, Olaf, quickly issued the order.

A group of people went to rescue the previously trapped hostages. There were more than 30 hostages, and more than a dozen were accidentally injured in the explosion.

Three or four people were killed in the explosion along with the bandits; they were really unlucky.

At that moment, a special forces soldier inadvertently discovered an enemy corpse lying in the corner, with a kitchen knife stuck in its neck.

The ability to kill at close range is not something that ordinary people can possess. Could it be that there is a master hidden among the crowd?

Upon learning of the situation, he immediately reported it to Captain Olaf.

"Report to the captain, there seems to be a skilled fighter among the hostages. One enemy was stabbed through the throat at close range with a kitchen knife."

"Understood, it's probably the Yan Kingdom soldier that the higher-ups mentioned before."

"Soldiers from Yan Country?"

"A study exchange group recently visited Frunze, and I guess they learned their assassination skills from our alma mater. But all they can do is these child's play."

"Ignore them, call the police outside to come in and seal off the lobby. These guys are going to die if they try to run upstairs!"

Alpha relayed orders through his headset while leading his team upstairs in pursuit.

Police, who had received orders, rushed in like a tidal wave and took control of the first-floor lobby.

Although I knew how horrific it was inside, I was still shocked by the corpses scattered all over the scene.

It can only be described as utterly insane...

"These people deserve to be torn to pieces!"

"Don't worry, leave it to Alpha, they can handle it!"

"Our superiors have ordered us to pay close attention to the situation of the Yan people. We must confirm in detail whether they are dead or alive, and we cannot overlook anything."

"But Asians all look alike, how can we tell them apart when they're all scattered like this?"

"Idiot, can't you read a passport? Hurry up and order the medical and fire personnel to their positions immediately to begin firefighting and rescue operations!"

Gunshots could be heard continuously from the second floor. The enemy had piled up tables, chairs, and benches at the top of the stairs to form a simple defensive position.

For a moment, the Alpha team below found it difficult to attack from such a narrow position.

"Grenade launcher!"

"Yes!"

Install the grenade launcher.

The Alpha soldier poked his gun out and fired a shot upwards.

A grenade flew out in a parabolic arc and landed behind the defensive fortifications made of tables, chairs, and benches.

The militants behind were instantly terrified and quickly fell to one side, while the tables and chairs were instantly blown to pieces.

But just as the Alpha team members downstairs were rushing up through the smoke and dust, they found only an enemy whose legs had been blown off.

The other two have vanished without a trace.

"Suka BuLei!"

"These guys are definitely not ordinary; their reaction speed is so fast!"

"They are most likely professional mercenaries, or even more likely a suicide squad trained by hostile forces!"

After assessing the situation, Olaf did not finish off the enemy who was half-dead with broken legs.

Instead, he ordered his men to arrest him and bring him back, whereupon they subjected him to extreme torture and interrogation.

These terrorist scoundrels must be tortured with the most brutal methods.

At this moment, the two armed men, dragging their wounded bodies, hurriedly fled towards the third floor.

During the process, they met up with another panicked companion and prepared to flee in a hurry.

However, the Molotov cocktails thrown earlier had already turned most of the corridors on the third floor into a sea of ​​fire.

Left with no other choice, they could only continue toward the fourth floor, but the situation there was not much better, as it was also covered in flames.

Eventually, the group began to flee up to the fifth floor, and one of them immediately spotted the seemingly inconspicuous storage room.

"Boss, over here, over here!"

"Let's hide for a while!"

The sound of the three people's stumbling footsteps grew closer.

The process was also interspersed with some unintelligible shouts of anger.

It didn't sound like pure Russian; instead, it was mixed with some regional dialects.

At this moment, Sun Chen and his two companions, who were hiding in the storage room, as well as the woman who had been rescued, were all on tenterhooks.

Sun Chen held the submachine gun Qi Meng had given him, his hands trembling as he aimed it at the doorway, his palms sweating nervously.

The moment the doorknob was forcefully turned, Sun Chen closed his eyes in fear, his finger almost pressing on the trigger.

But the next second, gunshots rang out first, followed by the sound of something being smashed, and then a loud crash that sounded like bones breaking.

"It's safe now, come out!"

A friendly Chinese voice came from outside, but it wasn't Qi Meng's.

Sun Chen nervously pushed the door open a crack and stared in astonishment at the three corpses lying on the ground.

One of them had two holes in his head, from which red and white substances were flowing out, making him look extremely bloody.

The other person's neck was forcibly twisted and broken, twisted 360 degrees like a pretzel, and dangled on the ground.

The last one had its body folded at a 90-degree angle, as if its spine had been broken by being forcibly slammed into a corner of the wall, turning it into a folded screen.

The man standing in front was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, so his face was obscured, but he exuded an extremely bloodthirsty and domineering sense of security.

"You're on my side, come with me, I'll guarantee your safety!"

Qin Feng's words carried an undeniable air, prompting the four people hiding inside to quickly follow him out.

Fortunately, Qi Meng arrived just in time, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, finally confirming that the guy who instantly killed three people was indeed one of their own.

Without any further communication, Qin Feng took the lead with his gun, followed closely by four men, with Qi Meng responsible for rear security.

Adopting a defensive stance, the group quickly headed upstairs, while a fierce firefight was taking place at the other stairwell in the distance.

Seven or eight armed men desperately tried to rush to the rooftop entrance, but were repelled by Hong Wei, who had been lying in ambush there, with a heavy machine gun.

At the same time, Qin Feng appeared from the flank and threw two Molotov cocktails from an extremely long distance, which exploded into two huge balls of flame.

Instantly, the militants were engulfed in flames, screaming in agony.

Then came a series of their strengths, catching them off guard and leaving them utterly defeated.

Seeing the sudden and fierce battle, Alpha, who had just arrived, was completely bewildered.

"What's going on? We haven't even arrived yet, how come the fighting has already broken out up there, and so fiercely?"

"When did the higher-ups send other troops to support us? Is this Weinberger? Or the KGB? Or maybe the SWAT team? They don't look like it."

Someone seemed to have a sudden thought: "Captain, could these be the trainees sent by Yan Country for study and exchange? These people have also received some military training. Those enemy corpses we saw earlier were probably killed by them?"

Captain Olaf stared in horror, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Can cadets who haven't even graduated from military academy have such fierce combat capabilities and such high combat skills?"

"Could it be that our alma mater, Frunze, taught so well that others have learned its essence?"

"That makes sense, absolutely makes sense!"