Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 244 - 231: It Really Is True

Chapter 244: Chapter 231: It Really Is True

Assassins who don’t seem like assassins, mercenaries who don’t resemble mercenaries, a bunch of bastards!

Gao Yi was furious but refused to consider that a group of assassins had been forced into doing a mercenary’s job, all because he had cornered them.

Usually, the assassin circle and the mercenary circle stayed out of each other’s way, each conducting their own business and maintaining their unique characteristics. But now, after a mercenary group had been wiped out by him, it was inevitable that the assassins would continue the unfinished work of the mercenaries.

"What’s the big deal inside?"

Outside the wall, a middle-aged man in his fifties showed a face filled with anger and confusion. The reason was simple: they had just thrown five hand grenades, failing to hit the target, and instead someone had thrown a hand grenade that exploded in mid-air, injuring two of them.

It was fortunate that they had moved immediately after throwing the grenades, otherwise at least three of them would have died.

"The assassin organization called ’Sky Garden’ has just been established not long ago. Boss, we can’t attack head-on. Let Revenge Blade go first. They brought three consumables."

The quality of Revenge Blade’s consumables was well known in the industry to be high.

The key was to let the consumables draw fire, and while the people inside were distracted, seize the opportunity for a fierce attack. It wasn’t a bad strategy.

The assassin organization was small in number, and Revenge Blade had four people in total; an assassin leading three consumables. Even if all the consumables died, Revenge Blade likely wouldn’t care, given that two hundred million dollars was at stake—fifty million each to split.

Three assassin organizations accounted for three slots. Two registered assassins together counted as one slot. This division method was established under the recommendation of the Andic Group on the Dark Web, with an escrow guarantee that as long as they killed those inside, they would not worry about getting their money.

The Magician Alliance was also a long-established assassin organization with renown. Not many members, just four, but each possessed their own unique skills. In the assassin circle, they were known for using guns more than other organizations.

But now, the Magician Alliance felt that guns might not suffice to solve the problem.

"Revenge Blade won’t easily abandon their consumables, and relying on others to move first for an easy pick is unlikely, tell them!"

The boss of the Magician Alliance sighed and picked up the walkie-talkie, whispering, "Everyone understands that if the deadline passes, no one gets the money. No one is willing to move first, everyone wants an easy win, but let me make it clear, no one will get that!"

No one spoke. Assassins rarely cooperated with others, and today was a very special exception; thus, this group truly didn’t know how to work together.

"Now, I propose that we all act at the same time. When the time comes, everyone moves at once. If you get killed, that’s bad luck; if you manage to take out the target, that’s good fortune. No matter who kills the target, we split the money equally. So, this time it’s down to luck. If you agree, listen for my command to act. If you don’t agree, withdraw now."

"Revenge Blade agrees."

"AT agrees."

"We agree."

"Okay, the drone is watching from above. It can capture who moves and who doesn’t. Since the Andic Group has taken the role as the host of this operation, I trust they will make a fair judgment. If no one objects, then on the count of three, we attack."

"Wait a moment."

After a brief pause, just a few seconds, someone said through the walkie-talkie, "Just received notification from the Andic Group, the French Police will arrive in twelve minutes. We have ten minutes to complete the operation and retreat. We can proceed now."

"Okay, we’ll start by throwing smoke grenades and shock bombs. Prepare to count down, three, two, one, attack!"

At that command, action commenced from all directions.

But nobody went through the front door.

Nobody was foolish; dozens from Oak Mercenary Group had died, and to enter through the front would be asking for death.

The wall was only two meters tall, climbing over was easy.

Hand grenades were thrown first, followed by four shock bombs. With the help of the flash, the Magician Alliance split into two teams: one person crouched at the base of the wall, another stepped on their comrade’s shoulders and rose up, extending their gun over the top of the wall and opening fire.

Submachine guns, the compact Uzbek, provided a fierce burst of fire at that moment, sealing off the entrance of the police station.

A policeman fired a shot but was immediately suppressed by the intense gunfire.

The person who was crouched stood up, the one standing on shoulders fired one-handed while grasping the wall edge, and with a swing of their legs, they were atop the wall.

Lying on the wall, one hand reached down to pull up the partner, while the other hand continued firing.

It was more effort and risk to climb the wall than to enter through the front door.

Climbing the wall, if you could suppress the defensive fire, you might successfully enter the premises, but entering through the front would just lead to a faster death.

The person who had been at the base of the wall leaped up, grabbing the partner’s hand, then grasped the wall, and flipped over into the yard.

Just like that, they were in.

As soon as their feet hit the ground, they raised their gun towards the entrance, then the person who had jumped down from the wall also used up most of their bullets.

At this moment, instead of hurrying to reload, first, they threw two hand grenades inside.

Paired in twos, their cooperation was seamless.

But just then, sudden gunfire erupted from the entrance of the police station.

The Magician Alliance had entered by scaling the wall to the left of the police station’s entrance. Opposite them, at the right side of the station’s doorway, was AT.

What that abbreviation stood for was anyone’s guess, perhaps the initials of their two members’ names.

Two people could well represent an assassin organization—nothing unusual about that.

But the moment they landed, AT was down one man.

With a loud "pop," one of the taller members in AT holding a pistol collapsed skyward.

That was because someone had rolled out of the police station’s main hall, waving a gun and shooting one of the assassins straight in the head.

It wasn’t magical; lifting an arm and hitting a target with one shot was quite common.

The head of the Magician Alliance had just tossed a hand grenade when his two companions started firing their guns at targets emerging from the entrance of the police station.

This should have been a battle resolved in an instant, but from the corner of his eye, the leader of the magicians seemed to see a shadowy object.

Before he could open fire, before he could react, the shadowy object exploded mid-air.

Flash of light, thunderous bang.

What’s going on?

A tactical hand grenade, blast wave only, no shrapnel, it detonates in mid-air in an open outdoor area—its lethal range is minimal, and its power isn’t significant.

But even a less powerful grenade is still a grenade, and for the four Magician Alliance members in a diamond formation—two at the front and two at the back—the grenade nearly exploded right in the face of the person at the forefront.

A grenade exploding in one’s face—was this person, the target, the one who had thrown the grenade before opening fire and blowing the head off one of AT’s men?

The leader of the Magician Alliance was stunned for a moment.

He was caught in the blast wave, involuntarily knocked to the ground, his eardrums punctured for sure, vision plunged into darkness, collapsing backward involuntarily. After a spinning sensation, the leader of the Magicians realized he hadn’t died, gone blind, or passed out.

He lay there, taking a glance and seeing the man who came out of the building raise his hand and fire another shot, causing another person atop the right wall to fall to the ground.

Who was this person?

Extraordinary accuracy and speed with the gun, throwing grenades with remarkable precision and swiftness.

The magazine of his Uzi ran empty, and the head of the Magician Alliance threw his submachine gun aside, lying on the ground, and instinctively drew his pistol from his waist, aiming it at the man in the police station’s yard, he pulled the trigger, opened fire.

The moment he fired, the leader of the Magician Alliance regretted it because he saw that his target’s back was toward him, so he chose to aim for the head.

Wearing a bullet-proof vest, shooting at the torso with a pistol is futile; if possible, it’s best to go for a headshot from the back, a bullet to the back of the skull to end all problems instantly.

But as the leader of the Magicians fired, his target suddenly dipped his head, rotating in an unbelievable posture, a move that absolutely did not belong in tactical maneuvers, miraculously turning around and dodging the deadly bullet.

Fire again, this time at the thigh—in a battle within ten meters, he couldn’t miss.

But the Magician’s leader was shocked once more, because he had anticipated the target would move forward or backward, perhaps even drop to the ground or leap up. Either way, he gave up on a headshot; he wasn’t sure it would be fatal, but he was confident the bullet would hit the target’s leg.

But things were crazy today.

The target, who should have been hit, did not move forward or back, he had just twisted around, his upper body still awkwardly contorted, but he unexpectedly used a movie-like move, flipping his body downwards, lying horizontal in mid-air.

No leap forward, no drop to the ground, the target just performed a spin in place.

The leader of the Magician Alliance’s hands were faster than his mind; he fired a third round.

Rapid-succession firing, an extremely fast rate of fire—no one in the world could dodge these three shots!

The third round finally hit.

The first aimed at the head, the second at the leg, this third round was an instinctive shot by the leader of the Magician Alliance; he hadn’t aimed at any specific part.

The bullet struck the target’s abdomen.

But the problem was, the target was wearing a bullet-proof vest.

Why on earth did he perform a spin in place? What was this, a circus act?

There was no chance for a fourth shot.

As the target who flipped and landed tossed something, that’s when the leader of the Magician Alliance finally got a clear view of the gun in the target’s hand.

A huge, complicated, and somewhat laughable IPSC competition gun.

Which one of the things on this target, which skill, belonged here?

To think through it all again, a competition gun in hand, rolling out the door the instant he tossed a hand grenade, then with a shot from the left hand, he took down A, and with another, T. Then he spun in place, and tossed the gun.

What for? Acrobatics?

And then both the Magician Alliance and AT were finished?

The leader of the Magician Alliance was curious as to why his mind was racing so fast, why the scenes he saw were like slow motion, why he could replay the opponent’s moves in his head, and even see the days in the SWAT team, the first time he held hands with a girl, the pride on his father’s face as he applauded for him, and the sight of his mother lifting him off the ground.

The rapidly flashing visuals before his eyes suddenly vanished, falling into darkness.

As the visuals disappeared, the leader of the Magician Alliance came to a realization.

He understood, he’d been shot, he was about to die.

So it’s true, before death, you could see the snippets of your life, as if a movie were playing rapidly in your mind, it was true, definitely true.