Mercenary’s War
Chapter 966 - 966 953 Oversight

966: Chapter 953: Oversight 966: Chapter 953: Oversight PS: If you want to hear more of your voices and receive more suggestions, search for the WeChat public account “qdread” now, and follow to support “War of Mercenaries”!

Gao Yang walked out of the command vehicle, quickly crossed a street corner, and turned into the small alley in the middle of the Wang character formation.

There were two cars parked in the alley.

The first was a Ford sedan with two people inside.

When Gao Yang saw the two people in the car, he frowned because he was upset to see Fat Harry and Byrd from the Bird Gang.

Gao Yang opened the rear door, sat in the back seat, and said in a deep voice, “The people are coming soon, get ready to move out.”

Byrd whistled and asked, “What about the money?”

Gao Yang handed the small bag in his hand to Byrd, “Ninety thousand.

If you just shoot, that’s it.

If you kill the man I want dead, I’ll give another hundred thousand.”

Byrd opened the bag, glanced inside, then nodded and smiled, “Don’t worry, just a random burst of gunfire, the man you want dead is as good as gone.”

After speaking, Byrd gestured with his hand out the window, and Gao Yang saw six black youths jump out from a van and all gather around the car where Gao Yang was seated.

From their expressions, they indeed didn’t seem nervous.

Gao Yang whispered, “Don’t screw this up.”

Byrd laughed and said, “Don’t worry, the cars are freshly stolen, just ditch them when we’re done.”

At that moment, Gao Yang heard Number Thirteen’s voice as if it was directly in his ear.

“Target about to enter, countdown ten seconds, barricade action, Ram get ready.”

Gao Yang didn’t speak or move; then he heard Number Thirteen say very steadily, “Red light.”

As Number Thirteen spoke, Gao Yang saw Tomler’s four cars drive into the ambush circle of the Wang character-shaped street.

The red light came on, the leading Mercedes stopped, and the red lights behind stopped the following cars at the rear intersection.

The four cars had all fallen into the trap.

Then, vans suddenly charged out from the streets on both sides.

The lead car saw the approaching vans and realized something was wrong, hurriedly accelerating, but the van on the right side hit it, smashing the Mercedes onto the central green belt, while the rear van smoothly stopped at the intersection.

The two vans had effectively blocked all of Tomler’s convoy within a short section of the street.

Byrd looked stunned; just then, Gao Yang shouted loudly, “Go!

Second car!”

Without waiting for Byrd’s command, the men guarding both sides of the car, hearing Gao Yang’s shout, charged out.

They drew the handguns concealed on them and began shooting wildly at the second car.

The bullets from the handguns left only white marks on the bulletproof glass, but it was not expected that these gangsters would finish the job.

Quickly, the car windows lowered, and four gun barrels reached out.

In an instant, all six of the young gangsters were shot down.

Byrd finally yelled out dumbfounded, “F**k!

What the hell is this?”

Gao Yang didn’t speak.

He quickly rolled out of the car, using the car body as cover to survey the battlefield.

Suddenly, about fifteen people emerged from the other parked cars on both sides of the road, firing with their automatic rifles.

Most used M4s, a preference of the U.S.

Army.

Gao Yang saw a machine gun on the other side of the street start to fire, the unarmored GMC was almost instantly riddled with holes, but that Rolls-Royce, not even the 7.62mm bullets could penetrate.

The two vehicles tried to break through the encirclement, thrusting left and right.

Meanwhile, as the windows of the Mercedes and Rolls-Royce lowered slightly, more gun barrels emerged.

Gao Yang felt a tingling in his scalp for a moment, because Tomler’s bodyguards were too formidable.

The bullets fired from the cars were incredibly accurate; the assassins brought by Number Thirteen fell one after another.

Out of the fifteen attackers, under the bullets fired from that Rolls-Royce, quickly seven or eight were down and not getting up, and it seemed that Tomler’s bodyguards might even turn the tide of the battle.

Satan hadn’t yet entered the fray, but seeing that the cannon fodder was just cannon fodder and truly incapable of bearing the burden, Number Thirteen shouted loudly, “Satan, go!”

Following Number Thirteen’s command, Cui Bo, positioned on the rooftop, opened fire first, shooting at the Rolls-Royce with his Barrett.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing bullet could penetrate even armored vehicles, but the bulletproof capability of the Rolls-Royce was too strong; Cui Bo’s first shot hit the windshield aiming at the driver’s position, but the driver was still sitting fine in the driver’s seat.

Li Jinfang and Eileen rushed out from the building on Gao Yang’s left side, targeting the slightly opened car window, aiming to shoot bullets through the gap.

Just then, Rafael, Frey, and Andy He also rushed out, adhering to the principle of avoiding heavy weaponry as much as possible, Frey did not use a rocket launcher.

Instead, he and Andy He covered Rafael as they dashed to the last GMC vehicle at the back.

The last GMC did indeed have bulletproof capabilities, but not for the entire vehicle.

Instead, there was a protective cage at the rear of the vehicle, resembling a safe.

Shooting from ports they had opened on the vehicle, they sprayed bullets outwards as if firing from an armored vehicle, which indeed gave them an advantage.

Li Jinfang and Eileen suppressed the Rolls-Royce, Glolov suppressed one of the GMC’s firing ports, and Andy He another.

At that moment, Frey paused momentarily.

With a flick of his hand, at a distance of less than ten meters, Frey accurately threw an M67 grenade through a firing port that was no longer than twenty centimeters and no wider than ten centimeters.

Following the explosion, the GMC immediately went silent, while Rafael was still running toward the Rolls-Royce.

As long as Rafael got close to the Rolls-Royce, he could blow it sky-high.

If the people inside the Rolls-Royce disembarked, then without Rafael’s intervention, guns could take care of everyone inside.

As slow as it sounds, everything happened very quickly—it was all over in a matter of seconds, and it seemed that the situation was under control.

However, at that moment, Gao Yang suddenly heard Number Thirteen shouting loudly, “Something’s wrong, the convoy might be a decoy, check the Lexus behind!

Send some people to intercept!”

Gao Yang felt a sudden pang of apprehension, sensing something amiss.

Could it be that there indeed was a problem?

Pulling out his pistol, Gao Yang sprinted outside; by then, Satan’s men had all charged towards the Rolls-Royce, and he was closest to the topmost horizontal line of the Wang character formation.

Leaving cover, Gao could not see what the issue was because his line of sight was blocked by a large truck standing in the way.

Gao shouted, “Take down the target vehicle!

I’m heading to the back!”

As Gao started sprinting in the other direction, a very tall and muscular man with a shiny bald head also began to sprint in a different direction.

Just then, Number Thirteen roared, “Let Satan take down the target; everyone else, move back and stop a white Lexus that hasn’t budged yet.

It needs to be thoroughly searched!”

At that moment, the bald man beside him shouted, “I told you before!

Tomler is cunning!”

Without another word, Gao took a few steps and could already see a white SUV.

As Satan’s men attacked the main target vehicle, the Rolls-Royce, and those initially attacking positioned themselves outwardly, five people had already approached the white vehicle from both sides.

Seeing that others had reached before him, Gao yelled in frustration, “What the hell is going on?!

Wasn’t it confirmed that the target was aboard?”

Number Thirteen shouted back, “There was a blind spot in the surveillance from the underground garage to the street.

We didn’t see if the target switched cars, and that Lexus also came from the Tomler Building.

I think it’s suspicious!

It still seems prudent to check.”

Gao continued running towards the potentially problematic vehicle, but just then, suddenly, two guns emerged from the front passenger and rear left windows of the white car.

After a few cracks of gunfire, all five men who had approached the white vehicle fell to the ground.

There definitely was a problem.

Gao was both furious and panicked, a supposedly foolproof plan having such a major fault.

Although the situation hadn’t been confirmed yet, the Rolls-Royce hadn’t been dealt with, but Gao felt everything was messed up.

Vehicles blocked by the large truck, having heard the gunfire erupt ahead, had already abandoned their vehicles and fled.

However, the white vehicle remained at the forefront, its doors open, but no one disembarked until after the shooting.

Before that, they were obviously crouching down; opening the car doors was to make it look like the other cars around.

Ahead of the white vehicle was an intersection devoid of traffic.

Bursting into a sudden sprint, the white vehicle turned around and took the opposite lane, sprinting back the way it had come.

Feet could never catch up with a car.

Luckily, Eliza had already set all nearby intersections to red lights.

Given the typical congestion of Manhattan, a stop would mean a long backup.

The SUV quickly ran out of road.

There was a hitch in the plan, but it wasn’t yet beyond repair.

Without needing a reminder, Cui Bo fired continuously.

His position allowed him control over the entire situation, but taking shots at the fast-moving driver of a car with a sniper rifle was exceedingly difficult.

Cui Bo opted for an easier target—the front of the car.

Cui Bo couldn’t pierce an armored vehicle, but targeting the car’s front took only a minute.

After two shots, the front of the white SUV swerved onto a sidewalk and couldn’t continue forward.

Instead, five people got out and frantically ran forward on foot.

Gao had already crossed the intersection and was about thirty to forty meters away from the white vehicle when he shouted while running, “Confirming the target is here; I see him.”

With a thunderous explosion, unable to pierce the Rolls-Royce’s tough shell, Rafael had no choice but to blow up the vehicle and its occupants.

Simultaneously, one of the five people sprinting in Gao’s view suddenly erupted into a cloud of blood mist—clearly visible.

At the same time, the bald man beside Gao stopped, raised his gun, and with a gunshot, another person fell.

Gao didn’t fire his gun since he was only carrying a pistol, not even his own, and hitting a target tens of meters away while running would have been miraculous.

Tomler dared not run further; running meant death by sniper rifle.

However, he had successfully made it to a storefront doorway, then darted inside.

(The novel “War of Mercenaries” will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there’s also a 100% chance to win a big prize!

Open WeChat now, click the “+” in the upper right corner, add a friend, search for the WeChat ID “qdread” and follow us.

Hurry up!)

(To be continued.

If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets.

Your support is my greatest motivation.

Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)