Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 641 - 615: Hostage Rescue Team

Chapter 641: Chapter 615: Hostage Rescue Team

Everyone is saved, so what’s the trouble?

Gao Yi was slightly puzzled, but without needing Yuri to explain, just a thought and Gao Yi immediately broke into a cold sweat.

One question: who knows if they’re saviors or death-bringers?

His head alone was worth more than six billion US Dollars, even if you exclude the bonds and stocks, there’s still more than a billion US Dollars in cash to take.

The gunfire outside gradually stopped.

Buck had bleeding points on his body, unsure whether it was caused by grenade fragments or glass shards. The former was dangerous, the latter much safer.

Buck waved his hand, shaking off the blood from his palm, then whispered, "Don’t rush to show yourselves, first confirm the identities of these people, damn it, I’ve never encountered such a bizarre situation."

Gao Yi nodded.

There were no footsteps to be heard; after the grenade explosion, there were intense tinnitus and severe hearing loss. It didn’t affect speaking or hearing gunshots, but discerning some very subtle sounds became difficult.

"Friendly!"

Before anyone came in, someone shouted to declare their identity, and after shouting, someone outside loudly said, "I’m coming in, don’t shoot. If you hear me, confirm it."

Yuri shouted, "Come in!"

A person squeezed in sideways through the gap, stepping over the bodies into the cake shop.

Wearing a helmet and a skull mask, with a bullet-proof vest on the upper body, holding a rifle in hands but horizontally.

Taking a glance into the bakery, the person coming in whispered, "Colleague of Grasse."

Grasse was from the Pentagon Secret Action Bureau. This person could mention Grasse’s name, which meant he was at least someone from the Pentagon, and since the NSA is also under the Pentagon, this person was very likely from the NSA, the troupe sent to deal with the Andic Family.

Of course, it was just a guess, but Gao Yi didn’t believe that Grasse had the foresight to timely send someone to rescue him.

Gao Yi whispered, "How are you here?"

"We were heading to the clinic, heard the gunfire, received orders to assist you. I’m just following orders, no matter how much you ask, I don’t know, let’s move quickly!"

Gao Yi immediately said, "Okay, no problem."

Lucy took the lead, and the person holding the rifle froze for a moment upon seeing Lucy, especially noticing Lucy with Dual Guns, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After Yuri came out of the bakery lastly, the armed person whispered, "We’re coming out, vehicle ready, over."

After saying that, the armed person glanced into the bakery, and discovering two remaining shop assistants, suddenly without saying anything, swiveled the gun and shot the two already injured female shop assistants twice.

Gao Yi was shocked, he wanted to say something, but Yuri pulled on his clothes, signaling him not to say anything.

"There will be someone to clean up, just don’t leave witnesses."

The shooter showed no remorse for killing two innocents. He rushed from the end to the front, peeked outside, waved his hand, and said, "Human wall protection, get in the car."

Gao Yi reached the door and saw four or five people by the roadside with rifles, guarding in several directions, and at the cake shop entrance, five people formed a small human wall.

Two people on each side, one person in front, all wearing masks and bullet-proof vests, all holding rifles. Their actions appeared like soldiers but were doing the job of bodyguards.

"One by one, move!"

Gao Yi stepped forward, encircled by the five people, quickly moving toward the car parked by the roadside less than ten meters away.

There lay seven or eight bodies outside the shop, two with East Asian faces, one even in a suit, at least fifty or sixty years old.

Looking at the face, looking at the legs, sure enough, it resembled Ben.

Gao Yi glimpsed through the gaps of the human wall, about to get in the car, but just at that moment, the soldier walking ahead suddenly shouted, "Get down!"

Not the ones escorting Gao Yi who spotted something, but those alerting nearby noticed an anomaly and immediately warned.

With a loud bang, the car in front of Gao Yi exploded, and the person blocking him was blown backward by the blast wave, crashing right into Gao Yi.

A strong force surged, and Gao Yi fell to the ground without any resistance.

All five forming the human wall with Gao Yi fell to the ground, followed immediately by a string of bullets fired at them.

"Three o’clock direction!"

The alert personnel scattered around immediately opened fire, all facing one direction, while Gao Yi, still in a daze, felt the person collapsed on him tremble, then warm blood with a strong metallic scent flowed onto his face.

"Fall back!"

The gunfight wasn’t particularly intense, but it was extremely efficient.

Gao Yi’s daze didn’t last long; he was just stunned briefly, then suddenly reached out, pushing away the body on him, performed a kip-up, and ran back to the cake shop with an unimaginable speed and movement for ordinary people.

The person who had come to assist Gao Yi was about to go out to meet him, but Gao Yi had already returned on his own. Miraculously, bullets shot at Gao Yi’s back only barely missed him by a few centimeters each, but none hit him.

Gao Yi jumped onto the car’s roof, slid into the cake shop on the top full of shattered glass.

Out of the twelve, in just a moment, by the time Gao Yi looked back, only two were trying to flee, but they were immediately shot down on the sidewalk within arm’s reach.

Good news, they’re our people.

Bad news, our people were all wiped out, leaving only one, and Gao Yi trapped in the cake shop.

"Falke!"

The armed person who was assisting was filled with a mix of shock and anger. After cursing uncontrollably, he hurriedly said, "Under attack, under attack! Only I left in Team A, the target is still here, hurry to assist! Over."

After speaking urgently into the radio, the person who came to assist Gao Yi raised his gun but dared not go out, instead, he urgently said to a fellow on the pavement who was not yet dead, "Hold on! I’m coming to get you."

"Three o’clock... FB... special team... bastards..."

Speaking intermittently and vaguely, despite being seriously injured, he was still trying to report his observations about the enemy to his companion.

Before he finished speaking, another bullet came, hitting the injured man’s neck.

"Falke!"

The only survivor wasn’t looking sad, just very angry, then once more frantically into the radio said, "It’s the FBI hostage rescue team, come assist, quickly! Quickly!"