Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 234 - 222: The Strongest Voice After World War II

Chapter 234: Chapter 222: The Strongest Voice After World War II

"We’ve reached the incident location, but found no sign of the target!"

"The last information received from the scene indicated that the target fled backward, running away in a direction away from Paris."

After a considerable time.

"Is the intelligence really accurate? We’ve searched far behind and haven’t seen anyone resembling the target."

"The intelligence is accurate!"

A short time later.

"Calling Oak, you can disregard the intelligence and find the target’s whereabouts on your own, over."

"What the hell is going on? Disregard the intelligence? Find it ourselves?"

"There’s a mole, and the target can always change direction in time. The preset traps won’t work. If you find anything, there’s no need to report back; just deal with it yourself. Our goal is to completely take down Sky Garden. Capturing them alive would be ideal, but if that’s not possible, bringing back six bodies will suffice."

Finally, someone on the helicopter, wearing a Bullet-Proof Vest and holding a rifle in one hand, began to swear profusely.

"F**k, these f**king f**kers, they’re all f**king f**king f**king f**k..."

A string of censored expletives had to be blocked out, and then a burly, bearded, and irritable man, his face obscured by sunglasses, yelled furiously, "Land! The intelligence is unreliable, and there’s a mole; we’ll figure it out ourselves!"

The helicopter landed.

Landing by the road.

The bearded man put down his gun but still wore his Bullet-Proof Vest and helmet. After jumping out of the helicopter, he went straight to the middle of the road, where a body still lay.

The road was blocked, and the police hadn’t arrived yet, though a few bold people still remained in their cars.

"Do you know what happened?"

"Gunfight, they opened fire... and then the shooters hijacked a police car and left."

The Oak Mercenary Group felt a rush of anger boiling up to their heads, as their blood pressure likely skyrocketed.

Should they call again for information?

Pfft, screw that. Circling around like idiots in the sky for too long, if they still believed the intel from Andic Group, they’d be the real fools.

What to do?

Find out by asking around.

Which way did the police car go, when did it leave the road? The Oak Mercenary Group, relying on neither intelligence nor GPS nor any surveillance cameras, resorted to the old-fashioned method of verbal inquiry to deduce the direction the police car went.

Eventually, the Oak Mercenary Group found several police cars and a Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Physically and mentally exhausted, without an ounce of joy for not finding their target.

And there it was, a police station.

Regardless of whether the target was arrested or went into the station of their own volition, it was still a police station. What were they to do, storm into it?

"He f**king f**king f**k..."

The leader of the Oak Mercenary Group cursed at length until he finally shut up, and then his subordinate tentatively asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

The leader, who cursed for so long, grew even angrier.

"The target is right there; definitely right there. Let’s go in and finish them!"

"This is a police station. Are we attacking a police station? Boss, we’ll be done for..."

"Two hundred million dollars! Even if we can’t stay in France, so what! I only want ten million; the rest is all for you. With that much money, why would we stay in France? Screw it, let’s take them down!"

"Boss, should we confirm it first?"

"Fine, you go!"

Four helicopters landed one after another, and the Oak Mercenary Group dispersed from two landing points, closing in on the police station with an encircling tactic.

On the other hand, the cunning and far-sighted person had to take off the Bullet-Proof Vest, stow away the weapons, and, alone and nervous, cautiously approached the police station to scout.

If the target really entered this police station, then that would indeed be troublesome.

Upon entering the door, which looked no different from most police stations in France, there was a young and beautiful female officer.

"What is it?"

The female officer had a standard uniform, which was fortunate since there actually was a female officer in the station, and even better, she had taken off her uniform and left it in the locker before going home.

So Lucy could now impersonate the female officer.

And truth be told, Lucy looked even more beautiful in a police uniform; she suited the uniform well.

"Uh, I’m here to report a crime!"

There were no signs of a fight or gunfire in the station; just a female officer on duty, pretty but stern-faced, her words not at all gentle, as if someone owed her a lot of money.

The smart person in charge of scouting heaved a sigh of relief from deep within. Everything appeared normal; hopefully, there was no risk of being shot.

If the female officer turned out to be lively, cute, gentle, caring, and stunning, that would spell trouble, big trouble.

"Report what?"

"My car was stolen; there were six robbers in total. They took my car, it’s the one in the yard."

Pointing towards the yard, the reconnaissance expert earnestly asked, "Why is my car in your yard?"

"No comment; fill out this form and explain your situation. Someone will get back to you after work tomorrow."

A form was tossed out—not exactly tossed, but slapped onto the desk.

The reconnaissance soldier thought everything was still quite normal, he picked up the form and took the pen from the table, but he didn’t really want to fill out the form.

Holding the pen, he put on a thoughtful look and turned his head to glance at the policewoman.

Her clothes were a bit too large, well-fitting, but her figure and face didn’t match, as if an S-sized head was on an XL-sized body.

Was she an imposter?

She probably wasn’t. The way she acted, the look on her face, these weren’t things a fake policewoman could pull off. If someone was impersonating a police officer, they should at least act more affable.

The reconnaissance soldier thought for a moment, then put the form back on the table, and said with a dissatisfied face, "I want to file a complaint against you!"

"That’s your right!"

Indeed, but also not quite right.

The reconnaissance soldier finally spotted the problem.

That attitude was what you would expect in a big city, but in a small, remote police station like this, where the officers were familiar with the local residents, they would be more polite. She wouldn’t say "that’s your right," she would probably point at the door and tell him to get out.

The reconnaissance soldier put down the form and walked out of the police station angrily.

Lucy watched him leave, then she swiftly got up and turned back behind the door.

"That guy who just came in was looking for us. He didn’t hide it at all, he directly asked why his car was in the yard."

Gao Yi was drinking coffee, he set down his cup and stood up.

Li Jie frowned and said, "They must have come in a helicopter, otherwise, they couldn’t have gotten here so quickly."

Lin Xianghua immediately said, "Let the cops out and let them stay up front; I don’t believe they would dare to shoot."

Luca shook his head and said, "No, it’s not cops who are coming, so they definitely dare to shoot. Guys, French cops are friendly, but that doesn’t mean everyone is."

Gao Yi took a bite of his pizza and said, "Evacuate."

Feng Biao exhaled lightly and said, "We’re surrounded. Not just surrounded, the enemy wouldn’t dare to pull this off otherwise."

Gao Yi put down his pizza, wiped his hands with a napkin, and said, "Fire!"

"Fire!"

The one who also said "fire" was the leader of the Oak Mercenary Group.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, although he couldn’t guarantee one hundred percent that the target was indeed inside the police station, they would know once they broke in.

The Andic Group had told them to decide for themselves what to do.

What else could the mercenaries do but fight.

"Split into five teams, surround the police station. Teams one and two go first, and after entering, control everyone. If you spot the target, you’re free to fire. Remember, at least three Asians are among the targets, open fire when you spot them, and try not to hurt the cops."

Consequences?

To hell with the consequences, this is a two hundred million dollar deal, a once-in-a-lifetime chance, just do it and talk later.

The leader of the Oak Mercenary Group distributed his orders, forty men, sending eight in first to take a look, capturing them alive would be best, but if not, then just kill them, he was set to make this money.

Eight men, two teams of four, the ones in front holding guns, approached the police station’s door, sticking against the wall, with those behind placing their hands on the shoulders of those in front.

They moved quickly towards the door, stopping when they arrived at each side of the entrance.

Ready, attack.

The men in front stretched out one arm each, they pushed open the doors of the police station and the ones behind flooded in.

"Don’t move..."

This was standard procedure for indoor combat, two assault teams move in first to breach, and if the situation opens up, the rest follow in. If they can’t make an opening, then they switch to throwing hand grenades through windows and doors, after a round of grenade blasts, throw in a shock bomb, and attack once more.

The same tactics apply for indoor combat all over the world. There’s not much flourish, it’s about who reacts fastest, whose gun skills are the best, who has better protection, and who has the most firepower.

The door swung open, wide enough for two people to enter at once.

Then, two gunshots rang out.

Followed by a hand grenade landing precisely at the entrance, its placement incredibly accurate, right among the crowd, inescapable, detonating upon impact.

A thunderous explosion tore through the entryway, and eight men fell at the doorstep, and clearly, it was a defensive hand grenade with shrapnel flying wildly, those who were hit at close range were torn apart.

This start to indoor combat defied logic; the Oak Mercenary Group’s initiation turned into a total annihilation.

Ultimately, it was because they were attacking a police station that the Oak Mercenary Group didn’t dare to start off with the proper assault tactics.

If they had thrown a dozen grenades inside first, followed by a spray of gunfire, then launched their attack, things would have gone much more smoothly.

In the end, they were tricked by the police station, and tricked brutally, with heavy casualties.

But with this fight, the target’s presence inside the police station was confirmed.

No matter, the battle would continue, this time with everything they had.

The leader of the Oak Mercenary Group roared, "Full assault!"

The scale of the Oak Mercenary Group was slightly larger than a platoon, but their firepower was nowhere near that of an infantry platoon because they lacked the assault weapons that infantry could use.

The intelligence indicated six assassins; what use were anti-tank missiles or carrying large caliber rocket launchers?

Besides, the Andic Group didn’t provide any.

This was France, not Somalia, not Syria.

If they were to engage, they could only use basic weaponry, machine guns, rifles, hand grenades; four M72 portable rocket launchers were all the Oak Mercenary Group could muster.

Now, it didn’t matter, it was time to use them.

Bombarding a French police station, the largest and most intense battle on French soil since World War II had begun.