My American magical life
Chapter 99 - 99 25 Kill!

99: Chapter 25: Kill!

(3000 words, today 334, ensuring plot continuity) 99: Chapter 25: Kill!

(3000 words, today 334, ensuring plot continuity) What does a real gunfight look like?

No one can give a standard answer to this question.

There have been warriors who faced a hundred enemies on the battlefield and came back alive.

There have also been men who emptied their magazines in two seconds, without hitting a single target.

Gunfights have no fixed form; in moments of life and death, every soldier holding a gun fights with all their might.

It’s a struggle where it’s either you die or I die—there’s nothing romantic about it, only bloodiness.

When the squad attacking the main entrance was annihilated, the other two teams that blasted in from the back had not fully charged into the library yet.

The policemen on the second floor moved a bit faster, so the female reporter heard the sound of the booby traps on the second floor being detonated first.

The officers responsible for the first floor were relatively cautious, moving a little slower, so they narrowly avoided disaster.

‘Everyone, stop the attack!

Pull back, everyone pull back!’

Outside the library, the commander in charge was the first to recover from the shock.

He immediately shouted through the walkie-talkie to halt the attack.

There was no need to ask Klauer; he knew what he was doing was right.

The front door was covered with dead bodies, and there was no way the attack could continue.

Even if his superiors pressured him to send more men in, he could not let his colleagues die in such a manner.

Unfortunately, people often have their own ideas.

Even after hearing the order from his superior to stop, the squad leader in charge of the first-floor attack had no intention of backing down.

Of course, he heard the sound of the grenade exploding and knew there was a huge risk to continuing the attack.

But fortune favours the bold; it would be too regrettable to walk away without trying.

“Keep on the attack.

There are only five criminals.

There’s someone guarding the second floor and the entrance, and one person has to watch the hostages,

What we really face might just be one person.

Don’t worry.

Advance with the shield!

Once inside, be cautious of cover!”

The squad leader was a determined and courageous officer.

His analysis was spot on.

They really only had to deal with one person—the Ant-Man.

Touching the SR-25 in his hand, Ant-Man watched the cautious SWAT officers with a cold gaze.

Not enough, only two have come in; wait a bit longer before making a move.

Hurry up, come on in.

The SR-25, a derivative of the AR-10 automatic rifle, fires 7.62×51 mm rifle rounds.

Its power is about the level of blowing up ten pounds of meat with one shot.

Except for the arms and below the thighs, a hit anywhere else is lethal.

(I understand high explosive rounds and armor-piercing rounds, let’s just assume he used a bullet with characteristics that are a mix of both.

Those who know the exact type of bullet can comment below to add information.)

Ant-Man’s SR-25 held seventeen bullets, and he intended to go for a “one shot, two kills” first, hoping to take out two with his first shot and save a bullet.

Although nearly a thousand rounds were on their person, and they had prepared over four thousand rounds at the Red Street Library, bullets could never be too many.

Not knowing how long they would have to hold out against the police, Ant-Man was prepared for a protracted battle.

“Bang!”

A policeman watched in horror as his colleague’s neck burst open next to him, with half of it disappearing into thin air.

Because of the high velocity, the heart had not stopped beating, and the colleague’s carotid artery continued to spray blood even after death.

Warm blood spattered across the face of the police officer, leaving him feeling an inexplicable emptiness.

Emptiness.

Not fear, not excitement, not shock, not disgust.

Why emptiness?

Why empti…

Because the SR-25 can fire rapidly, Ant-Man killed four policemen with three shots!

The sense of emptiness was because the brain was blown apart, and the residual neural signals collapsed in a fraction of a second without the brain’s processing.

That’s all it was.

“Come back!

Everybody retreat!”

The squad leader responsible for the first floor felt he could barely stand.

Four officers had just gone in, and now they were all down, clearly beyond saving.

Ant-Man’s first shot broke the neck of the penultimate police officer and passed through the waist of the last, severing his spine.

The second shot was a clean headshot, and the third blew open the chest of the fourth officer.

Ant-Man actually aimed for the chest, but the second shot went high because of the excitement combined with the rapid rate of fire, losing control over the recoil.

‘Squad Two encountered a sniper, four dead.’ The trembling voice of Squad Two’s leader revealed he knew he had messed up.

‘Are the others injured?’

Because everything happened too fast, the attack commander had not noticed Squad Two’s unauthorized action, merely asking about the injuries.

Today might be LAPD’s worst day in terms of losses since 2018.

He had to face this shitty situation.

‘No.’ There was a second of silence before Squad Two’s leader strangely replied.

‘Retreat for now.

This is too bad; everything is just too awful!’ Noticing his subordinate’s off-state, the person in charge didn’t say more.

Yes, in America, gunfights happen every day, but there are not many criminals this ferocious.

Such capability alone is a big problem, and now there are five inside the library!

Five well-trained criminals, holding out in the library, and they have over forty hostages.

Encountering them can only mean LAPD has really bad luck!

—————–

“Chan, are we going to die?” Sani was actually very scared; after all, the Black girl was only seventeen years old.

When danger first erupted, she and Cheng Daqi hid.

At that time, due to the relatively enclosed environment, she clung to Cheng Daqi, feeling a sense of security.

But this illusory sense of safety was eventually shattered.

Now, like the other hostages, the Black girl lay on the ground, even her eyes blindfolded by her teammates.

“No, I’ve found these kidnappers don’t seem too bright.

I just need to wait for an opportunity.

As long as I’m not dead before this opportunity comes, I’ll grab it tightly, and then you won’t have to die, Sani.”

Scott and Kernor didn’t believe a word of Cheng Daqi’s attempt to comfort the girl.

Sani didn’t believe him either, but she just clutched at the corner of Cheng Daqi’s clothes without speaking.

“Ye’er Gubai, what have you done for a living in the past?” Cheng Daqi suddenly asked a rather odd question.

“I started out making flatbreads in Iran; after fleeing, I became a refugee.

But I knew English and worked as a liaison for the United Nations in refugee camps.

After I arrived in Europe, I worked as a supermarket porter, construction worker, and then I came to America, now primarily working as a translator.

I came to the library to look for books to translate into Persian for publication back in Iran.”

Ye’er Gubai, wearing a small white cap, replied.

He didn’t understand why Cheng Daqi was so curious about his background at a time of life and death.

“You worked in catering, then for the United Nations, and you have businesses in various countries that include retail and real estate, and you run a multinational publishing business, right?”

“Are you talking about me?

I’m just a…”

Ye’er Gubai understood every word Cheng Daqi said, but he wasn’t sure if Cheng Daqi had lost his mind.

“Now you’re a tycoon!

I am your translator in America; today I came with you to survey the labor cost issues of hiring American vagrants.

Later, you don’t have to speak—just go along with my act.

Remember, you’re now a tycoon from Iran!”

Cheng Daqi spoke rapidly; he had already come up with a plan to break the deadlock.

The five kidnappers were skilled but lacked a proper strategic perspective.

Those five idealistic fanatics needed an empowerment from Cheng Daqi.

“Have you thought of a way out?”

Ye’er Gubai asked.

“They started out with the wrong approach; they’re likely to continue killing hostages soon to force the Dracula Group into submission through public opinion.

This is a dead end; it’s going to get us all killed!”

Cheng Daqi was crystal clear about what he needed to do; he was just waiting for the kidnappers to keep killing!

He believed in his self-taught human probability theory, which made him confident that the kidnappers would definitely continue killing hostages!

Even if his predictions had failed so many times, Cheng Daqi still trusted the skills he had developed over more than a decade!

—————–

Witnessing the horrific scene of corpses strewn in front of the library and no one daring to approach to collect the bodies or clean up, Jax felt a chill in his heart.

“Boss, how are we going to attack tonight?”

He couldn’t bear to think about how many of his brothers would have to die to take down such fierce criminals.

Gru, on the other hand, seemed completely unworried and was even smiling happily.

“We don’t need to attack now; if more people die, there’ll be no end to this,

With so many reporters and cameras around, the battle at the entrance must have already been broadcast by the TV stations.”

If the situation escalated enough, Gru’s Niangniang Temple precinct wouldn’t have to risk lives in an assault.

After all, so many officers had already been killed; any more deaths would truly dishearten the police force.

A black person’s life is valuable, but isn’t a cop’s life valuable too?

“Moreover, the kidnappers still have hostages; if the kidnappers kill two more hostages, the outcome of this incident will be out of Tonks the dog’s control!”

“Boss, does that mean Tonks the old dog can’t sit still anymore?” Jax, the perfect straight man, made Gru very upbeat with his words.

“Now, hahaha, Jax, I really want to see the expression on his old face.

With the situation having escalated to this point and so many officers dead, someone must be held responsible, either Klauer or Tonks, but definitely not me.”

“Boss, but the kidnappers started their kidnapping in our Niangniang Temple subdivision…”

Jax still had concerns.

“Heh, didn’t we send people in pursuit?

Aren’t we setting up an ambush here as well?”

Gru folded his arms, watching ABC’s helicopter hover again above the library.

“These reporters really aren’t afraid of death!”

Jax didn’t echo Gru’s words but instead looked worriedly at the sunset on the horizon.

—————–

Seeing the police retreating, Father Andrei breathed a sigh of relief.

Before carrying out this revenge mission, he had found his current partners online.

None of them knew each other’s identities to this point, but each was related in some way to ex-military personnel.

For instance, Father Andrei’s adopted son had died in the war.

For example, Wasp Woman, who had suffered countless sexual harassments in the Navy.

For the kidnapping, they had planned for a long time, studying countless cases of kidnapping and preparing seven or eight backup plans.

All to ensure foolproof success!

Now it seemed, their plan had no major flaws; the police couldn’t touch the library.

The only thing troubling Father Andrei was that the police showed no signs of concern after he made his demands.

Although they delivered dinner, they also launched an attack during dinner.

Fortunately, they had managed to fend off this attack beautifully, inflicting enough casualties among the officers to make the police proceed with caution.

Maybe now they could start negotiating terms, right?

Not enough; not enough hostages had died.

The police’s willingness to attack indicated that the death of one hostage didn’t exert enough pressure on them!

“Miss Reporter, point the camera at me.

Thor, Wasp Woman, drag those other two vermin over here!”

Cheng Daqi’s predictions were spot on!

Father Andrei decided to kill two more hostages to add to the excitement!