In this way, in that small building 200 meters away, Johnny eliminated a total of 5 people, counting both upstairs and downstairs.
The lookout on the second floor still hadn't noticed anything unusual; he was still sitting there in a daze, lost in thought.
But Johnny did not shoot, because that position was extremely easy to expose, so he chose to wait.
Using this lull, Johnny observed the small building again. The building's area was actually not small, and there should have been many people inside, but he could only see 3 who had shown their heads.
"Troublesome!"
Actually, if he didn't have to show his head, Johnny wouldn't have wanted to, as it also carried risks. But just eliminating these small fry on the periphery didn't seem to have much effect.
After observing for another two minutes, he found no one entering or exiting. It seemed that after nightfall, they also hunkered down. This was good news for Johnny, as it meant they had no external support.
But as time passed, those bodies would eventually be discovered, so Johnny had to hurry.
He once again aimed his scope at the small fry on lookout on the second floor, finding him still in a daze.
After two seconds of thought, Johnny decided to send him off.
Pfft!
As a 7.62mm bullet pierced the small fry's temple, his body slumped against the railing, motionless.
Johnny immediately holstered his Pistol, stood up, and slung the gun over his back, then quickly went downstairs.
While going downstairs, he didn't forget to unload the glock's magazine, then loaded 3 bullets into it and 8 into the HK417's magazine.
After reloading the magazines into their slots, Johnny arrived on the first floor, then he quickly approached the small building.
Now it was a race against time, Johnny had no time for idle talk. After approaching the building, Johnny listened for a while outside. The noise inside was a bit loud, mainly on the 2nd and 3rd floors.
Gripping the glock 19 in his hand, Johnny walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw two small fry drinking. They looked at Johnny, who then directly raised his hand and shot both of them in the center of their foreheads.
Pfft! Pfft!
Immediately after, Johnny continued forward. Ahead was a bar, and another small fry had his back to Johnny. He hadn't noticed what had happened behind him, but he was destined not to find out, because a bullet had already pierced his head.
Just like that, everyone on the first floor had been cleared out by him. Then, Johnny immediately raised the HK417 from his back and began to walk towards the second floor.
To be honest, while a Pistol is convenient, its power is still a bit lacking. This is why Johnny brought an HK 417 this time; a 7.62mm bullet would make even bulletproof vests think twice.
With his gun raised, Johnny walked cautiously upstairs, his footsteps very light.
He actually didn't need to be so cautious, as the noise upstairs was very loud.
As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw two small fry walking down, chatting and laughing. The moment they saw Johnny, they froze, and Johnny immediately opened fire.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two precise bullets sent these two people to their demise.
The bodies rolled down the stairs, Johnny paid no mind, stepping over them and continuing upward.
When Johnny reached the second floor, the noise inside was very loud, with people shouting and making various sounds, though Johnny couldn't understand them.
But it didn't matter. Johnny walked directly to the door, brazenly holding his gun. Because the people inside were numerous and noisy, no one noticed anything unusual when Johnny arrived at the door.
After a quick glance, he saw there were over a dozen people, so Johnny immediately retreated.
It wasn't convenient to act here, so Johnny then went to the third floor.
The third floor was very quiet, with almost no sound.
Two people sat on a sofa watching TV. Although the noise from downstairs was still very loud, it didn't affect them at all.
When they saw Johnny coming up, they didn't react, thinking he was one of their own, but Johnny greeted them.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two muffled gunshots, and these two people who were watching TV could now sit there watching TV forever.
Immediately after, Johnny quickly walked inside, hearing a woman's screams and a man's angry curses coming from a room further in.
He instantly understood what was happening, so he quickly went forward, opened the door with his left hand, and gently pushed it open. He saw a man standing naked in front of the bed.
He was holding a dagger in his hand.
"Don't eat sour radishes!"
The muzzle of Johnny's HK 417 was already raised, and the next second he directly pulled the trigger.
The man didn't even have time to turn his head before Johnny blew his brains out.
Blood splattered all over the woman on the bed. Her screams suddenly stopped as she stared blankly at the dead man, then her gaze fell upon Johnny standing by the door behind him.
She was saying something unintelligible, but Johnny simply raised his gun and gave her a quick death.
At this moment, showing mercy to a woman, even if she was a victim, was... impossible. Goodbye!
He wasn't some righteous army; she could only blame her own misfortune.
Soon, after taking care of another man in a different room, Johnny continued his way to the fourth floor.
As soon as he rounded the corner on the fourth floor, he saw two people standing at a doorway, leaning against the wall and chatting. The moment they saw Johnny coming up, they hadn't reacted, but the next second their hands went for their guns.
But Johnny's 7.6mm bullets reached their heads faster than their movements; being prepared is always quicker than not being prepared.
Two bodies fell to the ground, motionless.
Johnny cautiously continued forward. The door to the fourth floor was open, so he could walk straight in. As soon as he entered, he saw a man sitting on a sofa, smoking a cigar.
On the coffee table in front of him were stacks of cash and heroin.
His gaze was on his phone, which was currently on a video call; he didn't know who he was chatting with.
As if sensing someone had entered, he cursed angrily.
"Who let you in?"
Then, he realized something was wrong, abruptly turned his head, and saw a strange man standing there.
Because Johnny was wearing a mask, he couldn't recognize who it was.
Pfft!
A 7.62mm bullet instantly passed through his skull.
The man's hand drooped limply onto the sofa, and the phone in his hand fell to the floor.
On the other side, the voice of the person he was video calling abruptly ceased.
Johnny pulled out his phone, took a picture of the guy's face, then turned and left. The money and heroin on the table were not his concern, and it wasn't convenient to take them anyway.
As for the phone's video chat, it had already been disconnected.
He walked to the second floor, where loud talking and commotion still continued. Johnny took two m67 grenades hanging from his tactical vest.
He pulled the pin, released the safety, and rolled both grenades onto the floor. Then, Johnny pressed himself tightly against the wall.
Just as a warning about the grenades came from inside, the two grenades exploded violently. In an instant, shrapnel flew everywhere.
Inside the second-floor living room, wails of agony were everywhere.
There were those directly killed by the grenades, those severely wounded by shrapnel, and those stunned by the shockwave—all were abundant.
Johnny then calmly turned, raised the HK417 in his hand, came to the doorway, and began to shoot them one by one.
In just 30 seconds, the second floor fell silent.
Then, Johnny holstered his Pistol and walked down the stairs.
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