coobybook Chapter 227: Fighting at the Hotel Entrance
Chapter 227: Fighting at the Hotel Entrance
Gin stood in the office, staring anxiously at the map of Tokyo hanging on the wall.
On the map, red marking lines outline the enemy's attack routes, presenting an increasingly tense situation.
The gray light coming in through the curtains makes the whole space look particularly depressing.
Gin's brows were furrowed, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The smoke slowly rose, illuminating his tense face.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette and angrily threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray next to him.
Then, he slammed his fist into the wall next to him, and the muffled sound almost made the atmosphere in the whole room heavier.
A hint of cruelty flashed in Gin's eyes. He took out a Beretta from his waist and pulled the bolt skillfully. The cold metallic sound rang out in the silent office.
The tension in the air was almost frozen, as if he would vent all his anger in the next second.
“I can only fight with all my strength!”
He growled softly, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger and helplessness.
He could already feel the storm-like pressure of the enemy approaching.
At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind rushed in with the sound of footsteps.
Chianti rushed in, holding a PSG-1 sniper rifle tightly in his hand, his eyes revealing anxiety and tension.
“Gin!”
She spoke quickly, a hint of anxiety in her words.
"Haven't you figured out a solution yet? Those people are about to break through the defense line!"
Gin's eyes flashed, and he instantly withdrew from the calm oppression and turned to Chianti.
The PSG-1 in her hand seemed particularly heavy, but more importantly, her anxious expression told Gin that time was running out.
“Vodka!”
Gin almost shouted, turning to look at Vodka who was busy, with a flash of anger and anxiety in his eyes.
"Have you contacted Conan?"
Vodka frowned, stopped typing on the keyboard, and gave a helpless smile.
He pulled out his usual Browning pistol and was silent for a moment before speaking: "I can't get in touch! The communication here seems to be jammed, and there's no way to get through."
"Damn it!"
The corners of Gin's mouth twitched. He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice low and cold.
"Never mind, defending the hotel is the most important thing. The enemy is approaching, and we can no longer rely on others."
There was a glint of uncompromising determination in his eyes. He glanced at the map coldly, as if he had seen the coming bloody storm.
Chianti stood aside, looking nervous, but there was also determination in her eyes.
"I'll get the rifle. Sniping is useless in this situation!"
Chianti turned around suddenly and walked quickly towards the weapons cabinet beside him. His movements were quick and decisive, and it was obvious that he was ready for a fierce battle.
Gin remained silent, his eyes fixed on the map. His mind replayed the movements of the enemy and the organization, knowing full well that if this offensive failed, all his ambitions and efforts would vanish into thin air.
"Notify everyone to get ready." Gin's voice was low and cold, as if it was an order. "No one is allowed to break through here."
He turned slowly, his eyes sweeping over everyone like a sharp blade, without a trace of hesitation or fear in his eyes.
He was the man who could remain calm no matter how dangerous the situation was, and at this moment, he had already placed all the burdens on his shoulders.
Chianti picked up a DP-12 shotgun from the weapons cabinet, his lips raised slightly, with a hint of fighting enthusiasm: "We will defend this place, Gin."
"Let's go! It's time to fight!" Gin took the HK-416 thrown by Chianti, hung it on his body, and led the way out of the office.
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At the entrance of the Continental Hotel, the flames of war were like an unstoppable torrent, surging and engulfing everything.
The once luxurious hotel gate has now been replaced by simple sandbag fortifications and iron barriers, and the ground is littered with bullet shells, broken glass and decorations destroyed by artillery fire.
In the distance, the rising smoke and flames intertwined into a doomsday scene. The sound of explosions was deafening, and the roars and gunshots were intertwined. The entire area was like a temporary battlefield.
"Da da da! Boom!"
A fierce burst of machine-gun fire swept across the defense line at the hotel entrance, followed by the shocking sound of a heavy grenade exploding, sparks flying, and raising a thick cloud of dust on the ground.
The firepower of both sides impacted like a tide, intertwining with each other. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the temperature seemed to rise a bit due to the interweaving of explosions and gunfire.
On this smoke-filled battlefield, the guards of the Continental Hotel fought back desperately relying on their fortifications.
Gin stood behind a makeshift sandbag fortification, calmly raised the rifle in his hand, stared straight ahead, held his breath, and gently pulled the trigger.
Every burst of fire would take out an enemy that showed up on the opposite side. The figures of those enemies flashed briefly in the fire and smoke, and then quickly disappeared under Gin's precise shot.
"Bang-bang!"
Vodka was next to Gin, his expression was equally solemn, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him.
The Minimi light machine gun in his hand was ready. He held the machine gun firmly with both hands. The moment he pulled the trigger, the metal bullet belt spit out fierce firepower, and bullets swept the enemy position like a rainstorm.
Minimi's fierce firepower suppressed the front-line team members, forcing the enemy to hide. Even if they dared to show their bodies, they would be immediately scattered by the fragments of bullets.
Not far away, Cohen was on a high point on the other side, keeping a close eye on the enemy's firepower point with an M24 precision sniper rifle.
Despite the constant gunfire and explosions around him, Cohen remained extremely calm, and each of his shots was like the harvest of death.
The muzzle of the gun shook slightly, and the enemy in the sight was clearly visible. Cohen easily hit the enemy machine gunner without even aiming.
After a few seconds, the enemy machine gun positions were deprived of their counterattack firepower, and the pressure on the front was relieved.
Chianti stayed beside Cohen, always on guard.
Her eyes were like sharp blades, scanning every possible danger around her. She had a light automatic rifle slung on her back, and whenever Cohen eliminated an enemy firing point, she would quickly replenish her firepower, ensuring that no enemy had a chance to counterattack.
As time goes by, the number of enemies increases and the pressure becomes greater.
The guards at the Continental Hotel gradually felt overwhelmed. Although everyone tried their best to fight back, the enemy's reinforcements continued to pour in.
As more and more armed men joined the battle, cracks gradually appeared in the hotel's defense line, and the intensity of the gunfire seemed to be able to devour everything.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
The roar of the helicopter's propellers seemed to tear through the air, making people's hearts beat violently.
The outskirts of the Continental Hotel fell into a brief silence, and everyone looked up at the sky in despair.
As the loud noise got closer, an Apache helicopter slowly appeared before them.
Its fuselage is huge, and its black appearance looks particularly gloomy in the cold winter sun. Its cold wings cut through the air like a messenger of death.
The monster-like helicopter flew low at lightning speed, hovered over the hotel, and slowly adjusted its posture.
The machine gun's sight has locked onto the target and the missile is ready to fire.
"Apache..." Vodka gritted his teeth, his voice low, almost with a hint of despair.
His eyes were fixed on the malicious helicopter, and there was an unprecedented tension in his eyes.
Chianti stood aside, her face pale, her anger almost burning through her reason.
"Assholes! Are the Japanese Self-Defense Forces blind? How could they allow an Apache to come in?!"
She clenched the handle of her gun violently, her anxiety and fear turning into a violent temper, but she knew that her curses were meaningless in the face of such a giant beast in the sky.
Cohen silently raised his M24 sniper rifle, aimed at the Apache's cockpit, and calmly pulled the trigger.
"Snapped!"
A sniper bullet fired, but the impenetrable bulletproof glass on the other side was like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the bullet without a reaction. Cohen's mouth twitched slightly, and a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.
Gin stood aside, his eyes still stern, but his usual composure seemed a little shaken.
The threat of the helicopter hung like a sword overhead, the inescapable pressure weighing heavily on his heart. "Bang!" He punched the wall, venting his anger and stress. But at this moment, all he could do was respond fearlessly to the enemy.
The Apache's oppressive fuselage came to a steady stop in the air, hanging low.
The machine gun's sight was tightly locked onto the target, sparks were faintly coming out of the muzzle, and the missile launch port was ready, ready to turn the hotel into ruins at any time.
Seeing that the enemy's attack could come at any time, the members of the Continental Hotel felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Although they fired with all their might, their gunfire seemed insignificant compared to the Apache's air superiority.
The power of ordinary rifles, pistols, and even sniper rifles seems extremely insignificant in front of this aerial beast.
"boom!"
At this moment, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky, and everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the explosion site of the missile.
The Apache's fuselage was directly hit by the missile, and the violent explosion instantly tore its fuselage apart. The flames and smoke dyed the sky orange-red.
The wreckage of the helicopter swayed and fell from the air, dragging a long tongue of flame, and the shock wave of the explosion shook everything nearby.
The members of the Continental Hotel were stunned. The scene before them shocked them immensely, as if they saw the dawn of hope from the abyss.
I saw another fighter plane flying quickly. Its body was gray and looked like a stag. It flew low and approached rapidly.
The muzzle of the gun fired wildly as the fuselage moved, and the sharp gunshots resounded through the sky. Those armed men who were originally full of ambition fell down one after another, and piles of corpses quickly spread on the ground. The situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse.
"It looks like our reinforcements are here."
Gin's eyes suddenly lit up, and a rare look of anticipation appeared on his face. This sudden reinforcement quickly suppressed the enemy's attack.
As the Stag fighter planes fiercely strafed the enemy, they began to lose their ability to resist. The team gradually collapsed, leaving behind dozens of corpses and retreating in embarrassment.
Gin and the others stared with wide eyes as they watched them disappear from the battlefield, unable to believe that it all happened so quickly.
Soon after, a Stag fighter jet landed in front of the hotel. The cabin door opened, and a tall figure appeared at the door. Wakasa Rumi flashed her signature arrogant smile, a hint of amusement in her eyes, as she looked at Gin and his group.
"Hey, Gin, you look so embarrassed." Wakasa Rumi raised her eyebrows, her face full of provocation and contempt.
Gin frowned and snorted softly, "Tsk..." He adjusted the brim of his hat and turned to walk back to the hotel. Even his battle-hardened demeanor couldn't help but reveal a hint of fatigue.
Although the battle was temporarily won, they knew that the war was far from over.
Behind him, Conan also walked out of the cabin. He scanned the surrounding situation with his usual calm eyes, then hurried to the hotel. He still had a lot of things to do.