Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1142 You can die, I'm just passing by.

Sun Chen and the other two kept their eyes tightly closed.

The expected pain and death did not come.

They slowly opened their eyes; the wall bricks had been riddled with small, shattered holes from bullets.

The small holes in the cubicle door made it clear to them that the earlier gunshots were real.

Could it be that the enemy's aim was too poor, allowing them to escape?

Just as Sun Chen and his two companions were still shaken and unsure whether they should push the door open to check, they discovered that the door had already been pushed open.

Qi Meng held a blood-stained cross-shaped scissor in his hand, while the armed man lay on the ground, blood gushing from his neck like a faucet, his body twitching uncontrollably.

"Come with me, it's not safe here!"

Qi Meng picked up the enemy's submachine gun, then pulled out two grenades, a lighter, and a Molotov cocktail.

Sun Chen and his two companions then realized that it wasn't that the opponent's marksmanship was bad, but rather that Qi Meng's timely intervention caused the opponent to miss.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Having narrowly escaped death, Sun Chen swallowed hard and uttered a sentence.

Qi Meng didn't say much, but simply told the three of them to follow closely behind him.

Upon reaching the bathroom door, Qi Meng raised his hand and clenched his fist, signaling to stop. Sun Chen and the other two quickly moved to the wall.

Sure enough, an armed man ran down from upstairs, and this was the perfect spot to fire.

Qi Meng seized the opportunity and, without any hesitation, fired a burst of bullets at the stairwell.

Bang bang bang!

The militant fell to the ground and tumbled down the stairs.

"go!"

Qi Meng quickly led his men to the stairwell and swiftly seized the man's assault rifle.

He then tossed the MP5 submachine gun to Sun Chen and asked him a question.

"Will it work?"

"Your aim wasn't very accurate."

"Maybe... as long as you know how to use it, that's enough."

Qi Meng didn't waste any more words and prepared to lead the three of them upstairs, but he didn't intend to meet up with the others.

Instead, he planned to go to the fifth floor and find a safe place to hide temporarily.

The reason they wouldn't make peace was because they were worried about drawing the enemy there, leading to the collective fall of the enemy.

On the other hand, it also takes into account that you can't put all your eggs in one basket; no matter which side goes wrong, the other side has a certain chance of surviving.

They quickly arrived at the fifth floor, where Molotov cocktails had already been thrown into the right-hand corridor, and the flames were raging.

Helpless, Qi Meng could only lead his men to explore an escape route to the left, but in the blind spot ahead, a series of bullets suddenly came flying at them.

Startled, Qi Meng quickly dodged, while Sun Chen and the other two behind him retreated hastily, lying on the ground, too afraid to move.

Although military academy cadets have fired guns and undergone some combat training, they have only used blank rounds.

Even if you get hit by a bullet, all you'll get is smoke coming out of your head and you'll be eliminated.

But now, the enemy is full of real weapons; being hit by a bullet will kill you. How could they not be afraid?

Qi Meng hid behind the corner of the wall, trying to determine the enemy's location by listening to footsteps, but his position had already been exposed, and if he tried to fire directly, he would likely be hit.

So, he leaned against the wall and gestured to Sun Chen, signaling him to expose his gun and feign an attack to draw the enemy's attention.

Once the enemy's attention is drawn, Qi Meng can buy time to kill the enemy with a single shot.

Sun Chen understood what the other party meant, but his inner panic still made his hand holding the gun tremble.

He tried sticking the gun out of the wall and pulling the trigger towards the enemy.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the enemy indeed launched a counterattack against Sun Chen.

Seizing the opportunity, Qi Meng flashed out and fired two shots at the enemy's upper body while still in motion.

Boom!

One bullet hit the enemy in the chest, and another hit him in the face.

The enemy fell to the ground, and Qi Meng gestured for Sun Chen and the others to continue following.

Qi Meng didn't look at the corpse on the ground. Anyway, it wasn't Asian. It had a typical Russian appearance, or it was from the Middle East.

On the contrary, Sun Chen and his two companions felt a chill run down their spines as they passed the corpse, and even felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Although they didn't kill the people, their involvement inevitably caused them some physiological discomfort.

When Sun Chen and the other two looked at Qi Meng, who seemed completely unaffected, they all unconsciously swallowed.

Sun Chen, in particular, felt a surge of urgency when he thought about how he had mocked the other party before, using all sorts of sarcastic remarks. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard across the face.

No wonder, no matter how much he mocked him before, Qi Meng always acted as if nothing had happened. He was too lazy to argue with him and didn't want to bully a kid.

"The storage room door is open!"

"You all hide inside first, and lock the door!"

Find a very inconspicuous storage room; there's a high chance no one will notice it.

The fire is on the other side and won't spread to us anytime soon, so there shouldn't be any safety issues.

Seeing that Qi Meng had settled them in and was about to leave, Sun Chen couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to hide with us?"

Qi Meng shook his head: "I saw quite a few Asian faces in the theater earlier, they might be our compatriots. I have to find a way to rescue them, I'll save as many as I can."

"But there are at least a dozen enemies. It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll go with you!"

"Look at your legs, can you even walk?"

Sun Chen looked down at his trembling legs, his expression extremely embarrassed.

Qi Meng said calmly, "Lock the door, hide well inside, keep in touch with the teachers and make sure both sides are safe, then I'll feel at ease."

As the small door to the storage room slowly closed, Qi Meng's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Silence filled the storage room; everyone felt not only fear, but also self-blame and frustration.

If they were ordinary citizens, they could comfortably seek refuge here.

But they are cadets, soldiers, yet they are hiding here?

"Why don't we go and help?"

"No, Brother Meng told us to stay here, so we're not allowed to go anywhere!"

When Sun Chen addressed Qi Meng as "Brother Meng," the other two were speechless.

Who was the one who mocked others the most before? Turns out, it's my Meng Ge now?

But to be fair, Meng Ge is really fierce. He can take down one with a screwdriver. His tactical skills and shooting accuracy are also unparalleled.

If they hadn't come along to participate in this academic exchange, every single one of them would probably be dead by now.

Sun Chen blushed with embarrassment: "Anyway, Brother Meng told us to stay here and not go anywhere. We don't have any real combat experience. If we go out, we'll either die or cause trouble. We don't want to end up not helping but causing more people to lose their lives."

The other two nodded helplessly. They understood the reasoning, but they felt it was a bit too humiliating.

If they can get through this ordeal safely, all they can do after returning home is to complete their studies as soon as possible and enter grassroots units for training.

Only in this way can we achieve all-round development in morality, intelligence, and physical fitness, and become commanders who remain calm in the face of crisis.

.......

Meanwhile, thanks to his exceptional reconnaissance skills, Qi Meng evaded several waves of enemy searches and successfully reached the lobby on the first floor.

The hall floor was littered with corpses, and the exit was heavily guarded by four or five armed men.

Anyone who tries to escape from here will ultimately meet a dead end.

Although there were already many police cars outside, they couldn't break in anytime soon.

The enemy's positioning was very tricky; they could not only fire across each other but also provide cover for each other, which looked very professional.

Qi Meng knew that with his skill level, it was impossible for him to kill these guys without taking any damage, and the consequences of being exposed were far too risky.

So he chose to retreat, taking advantage of the fact that the guys were distracted by the standoff with the police, and returned to the previous studio to see if he could find any of his compatriots who were seriously injured but hadn't died.

The once bustling hall was now deathly silent, filled with the strong smell of blood and the unseeing corpses, making the earlier opera performance of "War and Peace" seem rather abruptly cut short.

Qi Meng crouched low and crept furtively inside, trying to see if anyone was still alive.

He quickly spotted an Asian man in the middle, bleeding from gunshot wounds and barely clinging to life.

Qi Meng crawled on the ground and carefully made his way there under the cover of the seat. He found that the other person had only been shot in the abdomen and leg, but his life was not in danger.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

"Sa, sa si ke dai!"

Qi Meng was stunned.

Damn, how come it's a small day?

Then, Qi Meng silently crawled past him, as if he were simply passing by...