I Received Messages From Future Self!

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Security Door Falls Over

“The material of the Blast Shield can’t stop bullets from a handgun fired at close range straight on, and the door is narrow, so if you raise the shield to advance, only one person can enter at a time, and without the shield, only two people can come in at once,”

“No matter how many of them come in, the narrow entrance and foyer will form a short hallway that restricts their movement. At that moment, we just need one person to take cover behind the sofa and coffee table and engage in targeted shooting. We can at least take out their assaulter.”

“As long as we can shoot one of them, we’ll be able to capitalize on the situation and form a containment and reinforcement-fighting tactic.”

“As long as they try to save someone, there will be someone exposed under our guns.”

Having said this, the middle-aged man paused and looked at the non-mainstream youth as if asking what he thought of the plan.

“It’s a great plan, I think it’s workable,”

“If we hold off one wave, they won’t dare to rush in so easily, and then we can figure out a way to break out,”

The non-mainstream youth nodded, affirming the middle-aged man’s plan.

“Tell me about the crossfire strategy you mentioned.”

asked the non-mainstream youth.

“Crossfire strategy is about arranging our firepower so that it forms intersecting lines of fire, putting the enemy in a situation where, no matter which angle they defend from, they’ll be within our field of fire.”

“One person will be at the front, shooting at the enemy directly ahead, while on the left and right sides, someone will be lying in ambush. If anyone dodges the fire from the front and charges into the room, entering the open space of the living room, they’ll be shot at by the people on the sides.”

The middle-aged man spoke assuredly, educating the two on professional tactics.

“Awesome!”

After hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Fatty gave a thumbs-up.

Fatty didn’t quite understand what the middle-aged man was saying.

But that didn’t stop Fatty from thinking that what the middle-aged man said was impressive.

Meanwhile, the non-mainstream youth’s eyes grew brighter, and he looked at the middle-aged man with surprise and delight.

The middle-aged man’s plan was fantastic!

The non-mainstream youth felt he had indeed found a treasure. If he had to choose between Fatty and the middle-aged man as a partner, he would not hesitate to pick the middle-aged man.

As for Fatty…

Apart from being terrifyingly capable in a fight, he was practically useless.

Moreover…

The middle-aged man’s combat skills might not be inferior to Fatty’s, at least in terms of marksmanship, the middle-aged man definitely had the upper hand.

Thinking this, the non-mainstream youth glanced at Fatty, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

They definitely needed to leave someone behind to hold the rear.

Calling it holding the rear was actually just being a scapegoat.

To stay behind and stall the police for them!

Initially, the non-mainstream youth had picked the newly joined middle-aged man as the scapegoat.

But now…

The non-mainstream youth thought that getting a new partner for himself wasn’t such a bad idea.

Considering Fatty’s combat skills…

Making him the scapegoat seemed somewhat challenging.

With that in mind, the non-mainstream youth glanced at the gun in his hand and at Fatty’s leg.

As long as he could incapacitate Fatty, it seemed that would do.

Thinking it over, the non-mainstream youth broke into a cold smile.

“I think his plan is great, what do you think?”

the non-mainstream youth asked Fatty.

“I think it’s great too!”

Fatty nodded and echoed in agreement.

“Since that’s the case, let’s divide the work.”

Fatty would agree, which didn’t surprise the non-mainstream youth at all. This fat and big-eared guy was just a simpleton who didn’t like to use his brain. As long as someone had a plan that didn’t encroach on Fatty’s interests, Fatty would choose to agree.

“Your marksmanship is good, you’re responsible for guarding the main door!”

The non-mainstream youth pointed at the middle-aged man and said.

“Alright, but I don’t have enough bullets!”

“Guarding the main door needs a lot of bullets!”

The middle-aged man nodded and stated his need.

“No problem, Fatty and I will give you magazines!”

The non-mainstream youth nodded and said.

Upon hearing this, Fatty was unwilling.

“I don’t have many magazines left, either!”

Fatty clamored.

At this moment, the more bullets one had, the better their chances of survival.

Without bullets, no matter how good your martial arts were, they were useless against the armed police.

After all, there’s a saying: “No matter how high your martial arts are, you’d still fear a kitchen knife!”

If martial arts experts fear kitchen knives, what about guns?

And to top it off, there were many guns; how could Fatty not be scared?

Hearing Fatty’s words, the non-mainstream youth sneered inside, walked up to Fatty, and whispered in his ear: “The front position is the most dangerous, always exposed under the barrels of the cops. Since we’re making him the scapegoat, of course, he should be there. We’ll be on both sides, hardly needing to shoot at all. In the end, we’ll still have more bullets than him.”

Upon hearing the words of the non-mainstream youth, Fatty blinked, feeling that it seemed to make sense.

“What you said seems quite logical…”

Fatty muttered.

Hearing this, the non-mainstream youth sneered.

“Indeed, it makes sense, but with your pig brain, once the shooting starts, you’ll forget all about conserving bullets,” the non-mainstream youth thought and sneered to himself.

“Handover the magazines.”

“We should have four each, five including the one already in the gun. Let’s each give him two.”

The non-mainstream youth reached out his hand to Fatty.

Hearing this, Fatty hesitated for a moment but still took out two magazines and placed them in the non-mainstream youth’s hands.

The non-mainstream youth took the magazines, nodded as a sign, and gestured for Fatty to go to the restaurant on the right side and use the marble dining table as cover.

Fatty glanced at it, thought the marble dining table looked reliable, and would be safe, so he scurried over there.

Seeing this scene, the non-mainstream youth smiled slightly, ridiculing Fatty’s stupidity in his heart.

The restaurant was so far from the doorway; what was he running for?

Furthermore, the main body of the house, including the bedroom, was all on the right side. After dealing with the middle-aged man at the door, a normal person entering would habitually look in that direction. If the middle-aged man’s position was the most dangerous, then the direction where Fatty was would be the second most dangerous spot.

Compared to the middle-aged man, who was closer to the door and could retreat more easily, Fatty’s spot was a bit more dangerous.

With his back to Fatty, the non-mainstream youth handed Fatty’s magazines to the middle-aged man but didn’t give away his own.

The non-mainstream youth whispered in a low voice: “When the opportunity arises, I’ll rush out. Let Fatty cover our retreat.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was taken aback.

Soon after, he nodded, indicating that he understood.

The non-mainstream youth walked into the second bedroom on the left side, moved the two bodies on the bed down to the door to prepare, and only then did he aim out of the doorway.

At the same time, a loud “boom” echoed in his ears, and without needing to look, the non-mainstream youth knew the security door had fallen.