Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 518 - 497: No Chickens or Dogs Left

Chapter 518: Chapter 497: No Chickens or Dogs Left

One man, going up against the elite remnants of a superpower—no one knows how difficult that is, because no one would even think of doing such a thing.

The Soviet Union is gone, but there are still some Soviets left. Yuri knows them well, and that gives him a significant advantage.

Yuri knows where to find his target, and that’s the greatest advantage.

Second, Yuri knows what his target used to do and what skills they might have, which gives him another edge.

The third advantage is that the current powers-that-be understand Yuri’s intentions and are somewhat willing to condone his actions.

But that’s it—these are the only advantages. When it comes to executing his plan, Yuri still has to rely entirely on himself. He won’t receive assistance from anyone, which means his apparent advantage is actually not that significant.

So why is Yuri able to garner these advantages?

The answer is simple: after the failed plan to save the Soviet Union, Yuri quickly changed his role, becoming both an accomplice and executioner for Russia.

Though he rarely acted directly, plenty of Soviet remnants have died by Yuri’s hand.

Yuri’s value has always been immense, and to this day, he remains indispensable.

But now, Yuri seeks revenge.

Those who died before didn’t matter—that was just Yuri tying up loose ends with them.

But this is different; this is revenge.

Over the years, Yuri has meticulously gathered information; he has compiled a list and mapped out plans in his mind.

The car pulled up in front of a lavish villa.

Some worked for the KGB until retirement; others left the KGB halfway and turned their accumulated advantages into obscene wealth.

The kind of true wealth that earns one the title of oligarch.

Now, Yuri is about to confront such a man.

Seek help?

No way.

But exploiting others? That’s something Yuri not only enjoys but excels at.

This time, however, he’d prefer to handle things alone. Partly because he likes managing his own matters, but more so because this mission carries a special significance.

There are some things Yuri can do that simply cannot be entrusted to others, even to those he might recruit.

Going solo is dangerous. Could he die?

Such things never cross Yuri’s mind.

Yuri never worries because he is unafraid of death.

One word sums it up: just do it.

Yuri parked the car a few hundred meters from the villa.

This oligarch’s house is four stories tall, occupying thousands of square meters.

The good news: the target and his entire family are inside. The bad news: so are the bodyguards.

After drinking a bag of glucose and a bag of saline solution, Yuri definitely wasn’t thirsty, and his stamina was intact.

Standing by the roadside, he took a piss. After shivering in the cold, Yuri adjusted himself to peak condition.

Solevsky, the notorious figure himself—Yuri had been watching him for a long time, studying him closely. The groundwork had long been laid, or rather, had been ongoing for years.

Today, that meticulous preparation would finally pay off.

Yuri walked slowly toward the mansion’s front gate.

Behind the gate was the security room, where four guards were stationed—armed. Russia is a country where guns aren’t banned; with Solevsky’s status and wealth, outfitting his guards with weapons was trivial.

There were also four dogs inside. Dogs are a nuisance, though not a major one.

Everything was under control. Yuri knew how the mansion’s security system operated, knew how to evade or neutralize the guards.

Now, there were two choices: brute force or cunning.

Yuri opted for the simpler route.

He walked to the iron gate, stopping in front of the electronic lock equipped with facial recognition, sensors, and a passcode.

Really, electronic locks are convenient, but in terms of safety, they can’t match a sturdy traditional padlock—of course, the high-grade kind, not the type you can pop open with a single jab.

Yuri keyed in the password, and a small door in the iron gate swung open. He stepped inside.

The gatekeepers were just security guards—armed, but still just armed security personnel.

The guards were diligent. As soon as Yuri entered, two of them approached him.

"And you are..."

No need for conversation; what a hassle.

Yuri pulled a pistol from his waistband, fired a shot, and hit the first guard right in the bridge of his nose. Adjusting his aim slightly, he fired again at the second guard, this time targeting the nasal bridge as well.

Bang, bang—two shots. The pistol was a Makarov PB, known for its quiet discharge. Though now, the sound size didn’t matter.

He used the password to unlock the door, and then immediately began the killing.

Quickening his pace, Yuri sprinted toward the security room at the gate. As one of the guards reached for a rifle in the cabinet, Yuri opened fire, the bullet hitting the center of his nose.

The fourth guard was sitting on a chair, beginning to get up—another bullet to the nose, dropping him instantly.

Yuri wasn’t particularly skilled; he simply relied on the element of surprise and his speed.

Smaller-statured individuals generally tend to be more nimble.

Yuri tossed the pistol aside and grabbed an MP443 Raven handgun from one guard’s hand.

The PB is weak, with limited ammunition.

The Raven is different—a military-grade pistol with a 17-round magazine and much greater power.

Yuri didn’t bother picking up extra magazines; casually tucking the Raven into his waistband, he took a pristine AK74 rifle from the dead guard’s hand.

He now had a rifle.

From the weapons cabinet, Yuri retrieved just one spare magazine, no more.

Pulling the rifle bolt back, Yuri left the security room with the weapon. Stepping outside, he leveled the rifle and fired twice at the two dogs tied up near the security room, silencing their frantic barking.

Two guard dogs—done. The other two, mere pets, were inside the house—not an issue.

The gunfire reverberated loudly in the still night air.

Cradling his rifle, Yuri shot at two inconspicuous security cameras on either side of the mansion, destroying them, before rushing toward the villa’s front entrance.

Reaching the entrance, Yuri did not go inside nor push the door. Instead, he raised his rifle and aimed it at the door.

The door flung open abruptly, but no one emerged. Yuri held his aim steady. After a moment, someone cautiously popped their head out to glimpse his position—Yuri fired, striking the head squarely.

Crouching low, Yuri moved swiftly, his gun darting upward as he fired another shot, taking down a second figure behind the door.

Without entering, Yuri retreated, rifle at the ready, darting immediately for the corner left of the main entrance.

The main door was for the household; the side door was for the bodyguards. Now, the guards should be coming out.

As Yuri rounded the corner, a small side door came into view. The door swung inward as the first bodyguard, clad in a bullet-proof vest, stepped halfway out.

Yuri raised his rifle. As the man stepped out with his weapon, Yuri fired, the bullet burying itself squarely in his nasal bridge.

Yuri methodically shifted his fire; he wasn’t sure how many men were in the room beyond. He did know, however, that this door led to the bodyguards’ quarters.

Two, three—Yuri flipped the rifle to fully automatic fire, spraying about fifteen rounds and eliminating all six bodyguards attempting to exit through the side door.

The farthest target was no more than seven meters away.

Everyone hit in the head or neck.

Quickly switching magazines, Yuri ensured no interruptions. His rifle now held one chambered round and at least twenty more in the magazine.

Occasionally, magazines aren’t fully loaded to maintain spring durability; twenty rounds is a commonly used setting for stored ammo.

With one hand gripping the rifle, Yuri grabbed a second AK74 from the fallen bodyguards and slung it on his shoulder muzzle-down. If he needed to swap weapons quickly, he could simply yank the barrel forward and fire.

Instead of entering through the side door, Yuri began retracing his steps, turning sharply back toward the main entrance.

This time, Yuri moved more slowly as he approached the door, crouching and holding his breath before pausing briefly.

For now, Yuri relied mostly on his hearing.

Moments later, he sprang toward the half-open door.

"He knows all our positions—disrupt everything! Operate freely and find him..."

A voice barked orders urgently, though not particularly loudly.

An expert, quick to assess the situation, but futile nonetheless.

"Shut off the lights! Kill every one of them!"

"Night vision devices!"

"Protect the boss—everyone stay in your rooms and hold still! We’ll quickly..."

The voice could be heard, but its source couldn’t be pinpointed. Yuri suddenly entered, fired toward the second floor, and dropped one person instantly—not the commanding voice, though.

The mansion’s interior was grand. The soaring ceilings emphasized the opulence of a massive crystal chandelier, the carpet was thick, and the layout was distinctly spacious.

The rooms on the ground floor were few but enormous: a kitchen, dining hall, living room, entertainment space, media room, cigar lounge, wine cellar, and game room.

There was no basement—the owner didn’t fancy them.

The servant quarters were located outside in separate buildings, but the bodyguards’ rooms were here—at least ten or more were stationed inside. Yuri had already eliminated six.

It was likely that the remaining bodyguards wouldn’t appear in large groups anymore, though highly trusted individuals might still emerge.

Yuri abandoned tracking sounds; he figured that was someone trying to mislead him.

Yuri trusted his own judgment and wouldn’t be fooled by enemy ploys, so he walked toward the staircase and prepared to head up to the second floor.

The mansion had an elevator, but Yuri had no intention of using it.

Not all lights were extinguished in the house because it was difficult to turn them all off unless the power was cut—but in a mansion of this size, the main breaker wouldn’t be inside.

Yuri knew the layout of this building far better than its owner did, especially the structure and functionality of every room.

The target was on the third floor, but Yuri didn’t head straight there.

Most of the target’s family was on the second floor.

Yuri would clear it room by room, floor by floor.

Yes, Yuri had only one goal: leave no one behind.