Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 241 - 228 Speculation

Chapter 241: Chapter 228 Speculation

The French are quite flexible, a fact that the Germans can testify to; however, the French are also very tough, with the Germans again as witnesses.

Do not look solely at World War II; you must start from the era of Louis XIV to understand an interesting phenomenon about France.

In terms of cunning and deceit, France is not on par with the UK.

In terms of militarism, France definitely does not compare to Russia.

Yet, opportunism, deceit, and combativeness—all these qualities are present in France. They are not outstanding, but sufficient.

The colonial territories might not be as vast as those of the UK, but France managed to conquer half of Africa. It has never been a world hegemon, but it has always been one of the strongest nations.

France always swings between being a first-rate and a second-rate power, looking like it is falling behind but somehow emerging again, looking like it is rising but then somehow being suppressed.

Its strategy is to be strong at times and weak at others; when strong, it seizes the opportunity to expand, and when weak, it hastens to raise the white flag to preserve its last bit of territory.

Some might think Italy is the most opportunistic country, but it is not; in fact, the French are the most adept and cunning at seizing opportunities.

When external assistance is available, the French rely on it. Without external support, they dig deep into their own resources. If there are no resources left to exploit, they revolutionize themselves, destroying old forms to regenerate anew.

They possess a tenacity unlike other nations; although they typically take things slowly, they always manage to make the right decisions at critical moments to maximize their benefits. More importantly, they manage to muster the necessary strength and means while making these decisions.

Although France fared poorly in World War II, essentially waving the white flag to enemies and cheering on allies, its ability to secure a position among the Five permanent members after the war is a testament to its knack for seizing opportunities.

Take George, for example; he is about to retire, having never fought for his life in his career as a police officer, content to be a low-level officer all his life.

In France, the salaries of a local officer and a chief are not all that different; of course, it is different at the very top, a level unreachable for George, so naturally, he chose the least demanding position.

But now, things are different.

With the overall situation seemingly settled, and dozens of people taken down, wouldn’t adding four more to the count be smooth? At this moment, wouldn’t firing two distant shots be purely beneficial without any harm?

Whether or not achievements are acknowledged is secondary; promotion is meaningless, but One Hundred Thousand Euros is not a small sum, and what if Gao Yi really pays it?

Firing two shots, officially, is his duty; privately, it helps his financial backer significantly; emotionally, it provides his comrade Aliza with a chance to be a hero; logically, what could be wrong with a police officer shooting terrorists?

Officially, privately, emotionally, logically, there are only benefits and no drawbacks to firing two shots. Why wouldn’t George shoot?

Thus, George picked up a rifle from the ground, flipped open the night-vision scope, lay prone at the police station entrance, using his left hand as a support, aimed through the scope at the target at the forefront, and fired.

The gun sounded, a person fell.

George exhaled and re-aimed; as the remaining three people hurriedly dropped to avoid being hit, he fired again, a headshot, the second shot doomingly accurate.

George put away the rifle and exhaled.

Say firing two shots meant firing two shots; as to whether those two shots resulted in two lost lives, that was a matter of luck, an unexpected outcome.

With his rifle put away, George knew the remaining two wouldn’t show themselves again.

He leaned the rifle against the wall, took out a cigarette pack from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and comfortably took a drag.

Pretending to be a police officer in France without firing shots meant there was no need for shooting.

But if needed, George was more than willing to showcase his gun skills.

A former colleague, now merely in the same profession, looked at George with a complex expression and said quietly, "You... you... you..."

"I am a lifelong member of the French Hunting Association. I’m a part-time hunting skills instructor, and I rely on this for extra income. Why do I like staying at this police station and not want to be transferred? Because this location near Paris has the most wild boars."

After speaking softly, George took another deep drag and said, "Shooting people and shooting wild boars are not so different. If a running boar can be hit with one shot, then shooting people would not be harder."

"Do you... do you know who those outside are? Do you really think they are terrorists? If... you know what I mean."

Leaning against the wall, George slowly said, "If the people outside shouldn’t be shot, then they must’ve done it. If they can be shot, then it must be us who did it. Buddy, we’ve known each other for many years. Trust me, I think shooting twice is beneficial."

"Should I also shoot twice?"

George looked at the bodies on the ground, nodded towards them, and said, "There are many guns here, rifles included. Why use a handgun, right?"

The old police officer silently picked up a rifle from the ground, looked at Gao Yi squatting by the wall in the police yard, and after a moment of thought and a slight hesitation, raised his rifle and aimed at where the target had just hit the ground.

George remained motionless, and the old police officer, after seriously aiming but not finding a target to shoot, said softly, "I can’t see anyone..."

"Don’t rush; this is like hunting. You need to be patient. Clearly, the people outside are the ones in a hurry; otherwise, they wouldn’t have rushed here so quickly. Since they are in a hurry, you don’t need to be."

George was confident.

And at this moment, Gao Yi was full of doubts.

The four people had charged fiercely, but how come after two shots were fired inside, there was no more movement from them?

Gao Yi hadn’t seen George’s masterpiece. In his eyes, George was just an old slicker, and he really didn’t believe that George could solve any problems.

The people outside didn’t move, so Gao Yi stayed still, and if Gao Yi didn’t move, the people outside wouldn’t take any action.

George finished his cigarette, and the people outside showed no further intention of rushing in.

George took the cigarette butt in his hand and quickly pinched it out with two fingers. The cigarette butt went out, but his hand wasn’t burned—an easy trick that just required quick action.

George put the extinguished cigarette butt in his pocket and then picked up the rifle leaning against the wall. Afterward, he said to his old colleague, "I’ll drive the game out, you’re responsible for taking them down. Any problems?"

"George! I’ve never killed anyone! I’ve never shot at a person, I can’t do it!"

The old policeman’s face was filled with bitterness, but George shook his head and said softly, "No, no, no, this isn’t law enforcement; it’s hunting. We’re retiring, and you don’t want to die here, right? Listen, that guy outside, he’s connected!"

The old policeman’s eyes widened.

George continued in a low voice, "I’ve dealt with criminals all my life, I know too well what those criminals are like. The guy outside is different; he’s not some boastful liar or low-end thug. Look here, dozens of bodies are lying around, what do you think they could be?"

"Who?"

George sighed resignedly and said softly, "Definitely not ordinary people. So I trust what he says. I think now is a good time to act, and we will reap a lot later."

George didn’t want to say more because he felt it was pointless. So after revealing some secrets to his former old colleague, he turned around and once again aimed the rifle at the place where someone had recently lain down.

The difference between people and wild boars is that wild boars don’t know how to lay low, but people do.

But where people fall short compared to wild boars is that boars are faster, while people are slower.

George knew this police station too well; he knew where the enemy had taken cover after lying down. He also knew that outside the station there was an open area with no suitable walls, pits, or stones for cover.

The spots where those people had parked their cars were wrong, and the spots where they hid after getting out were even worse. With just bushes and weeds, they could only block the view, not stop bullets.

George scoped the area back and forth a few times. He observed for a moment; now the target’s position must have changed, not where it had originally lain down. But it didn’t matter; when people crawl around in the bushes, they really resemble wild boars.

The bushes move, the grass moves; most people wouldn’t notice, but an experienced hunter can spot it right away.

George watched carefully for a long time, then suddenly fired a shot at a long row of bushes.

There was no response to the shot, so George held the trigger and continuously fired a burst. Suddenly someone leaped from the bushes, frantically running back.

The old policeman opened fire, firing four shots in quick succession. Just as the person who jumped out was about to reach the car, George finally fired.

Forced to open fire, he shot from behind, hitting the target, who fell beside the car door.

The old policeman exclaimed, "Nice shooting!"

"No, it was your good shooting."

George felt somewhat disheartened; he took his rifle and walked over to his former colleague, handed over his own rifle, and took the other’s gun, saying softly, "I don’t need to kill everyone, nor do I want to. Listen, just like before, I’ll drive the game out, you shoot. It doesn’t matter if you miss; I’ll cover you. But both of us need to gain something, understood?"

"Understood, George, thank you."

George gave a faint smile, then said softly, "My biggest hobby in life actually came in handy today, I really am..."

They searched again and opened fire; this time no one jumped out, but after George fired continuously, finally, someone limping rushed out of the bushes.

Less than one hundred meters away, actually about seventy meters, at this distance, it was really hard for George to miss.

The old policeman opened fire, pulling the trigger and firing three shots in a burst from his FAMAS automatic rifle.

The bullets accurately hit the target from the side; the target fell down, motionless.

George was stunned, looking at his companion and asking, "Why was it accurate this time?"

"I’ve also practiced shooting..."

George sighed deeply and said, "Now all four are killed by the same rifle, buddy, how should we divide it? Should we take turns with one gun? That’s not reasonable!"

The old policeman was dumbstruck.

Gao Yi turned his head and said softly to George inside the building, "What’s going on, why do they keep shooting, and the enemies don’t dare to come in!"

Gao Yi was somewhat annoyed, and after George sighed, he raised his voice slightly and said, "No one will come now, they’re all dead."

Now Gao Yi was somewhat surprised.

George motioned with his hand, and then he didn’t wait for Gao Yi to come in; instead, he simply ran out with his rifle, crouched next to Gao Yi, and seriously said, "There’s a bit of trouble; we shouldn’t have killed all four outside. Um, I mean, do you think it’s possible that more people will come?"

Gao Yi gasped in shock, George continued softly, "We are three people; Aliza is still young, he needs an accomplishment for promotion. Frankly, I’m more interested in the one hundred thousand euros you offered, and my former colleague, my old friend, I can’t let him gain nothing, especially since bringing you here today has caused him a lot of trouble. So all three of us need to gain something."

Gao Yi nodded.

George continued, "So just shooting twice definitely won’t work. If more people come, don’t move, let me handle it, okay?"