Chapter 1592


    Suddenly, Chris shouted loudly.


    He rushed forward and pushed Luther and Joyce to the ground.


    Immediately afterwards, a row of bullets swept over, just passing over their heads and directly turning


    the rusty iron door into a sieve.


    Luther hugged Joyce and rolled on the ground several times before hiding behind arge iron barrel.


    Chris was agile and quickly found cover.


    Except for two injured, the rest of the special forces were hidden.


    Obviously, Otis and others had ambushed here, trying to annihte them all when they were not paying


    attention.


    Luther hugged Joyce, his heart pounding wildly. Fortunately, they had all been distracted just now and


    almost fell into the ambush. Fortunately, Chris was experienced enough in actualbat to remind


    them in time.


    "I''m sorry, I was distracted just now," Joyce said solemnly, "Don''t worry, it won''t happen again."


    She pulled Luther behind her, holding two guns in her hands, "Don''t show your head. The other side


    are all professional killers. Let me handle it. I''ll call you, then you move. Do you understand?"


    She was also very worried about Luther''s safety. Logically, he should not follow, but he insisted on


    She could not stop him.


    Luther frowned, "I just want to protect you. I love you, I can''t live without you. Don''t you know? I will die


    without you. What is it for you to block me?"


    Joyce looked back at him deeply, "But I also want to protect you, protect my baby''s father. Protect the


    one I love. If anything happens to you, how can I live on?"


    In the face of danger, she voiced her true feelings without reservation.


    Luther''s thin lips trembled slightly, shocked by her words.


    If it were not in this situation, I really wanted to hug her tightly and love her.


    But not now.


    "My marksmanship is better than yours. I am responsible for repelling the enemy. You are responsible


    for preventing me from being attacked from behind. Let''s divide the work, okay?" Joyce asked.


    "Ok." Lutherpromised.


    As long as everyone was safe today, whatever was fine.


    As they spoke, a row of bullets swept over again.


    Sparks were flying, and the sound of thunder and lightning echoed back and forth in the empty oil


    depot.


    The special forces brought by Joyce were the most elite troops, ten to one was no problem.


    Simrly, those taken away by Otis were also desperadoes who didn''t care about killing.


    Although it was in the dark night, they all had the most advanced night vision equipment.


    The fierce fighting broke out.


    After killing two enemy killers, Chris re-examined the terrain.


    On the other side, after Joyce killed two people, she also realized that something was wrong.


    If Otis asked these desperadoes to suppress them with firepower, Otis could escape during the interval.


    But they were trapped in the oil depot, unable to advance or retreat.


    Chris looked over at Joyce.


    They exchanged a nce, then looked back.


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    They understood each other''s meaning.


    Then they nodded at each other.


    At this time, Chris suddenly pushed an oil barrel, which rolled towards the middle. Luther also knocked


    over two oil barrels. The three oil barrels rolled to the middle, misleading the opposing attacking line of


    sight.


    Chris, Joyce and Luther took the opportunity to withdraw from the iron door of the oil depot under the


    cover of oil barrels and quickly hid outside the iron door of the oil depot.