Ultimate Firepower -
Chapter 660 - 634 Flying
Chapter 660: Chapter 634 Flying
If the vehicles coming are from law enforcement, that’s fine. But if they’re unmarked civilian vehicles, then there’s nothing to say, get ready for battle.
Taking action is far simpler than thinking, Gao Yi was not afraid; instead, he started to get excited.
Outside, there were police, Special Service Bureau agents, and even CIA agents, but all these people just watched with their eyes wide open as a convoy suddenly rushed over, stopped in front of the Compaq Building, and then blatantly began to assemble at the entrance.
Joelson pointed at those people and shouted, "Stop them!"
No one paid attention to Joelson. The Special Service Bureau agents who came with Joelson lowered their heads silently, pretending not to see what was happening before their eyes.
Joelson took a deep breath, retreated a couple of steps, gritted his teeth, and said tremblingly, "Since you guys are like this, don’t blame me for being rude! I don’t care anymore!"
No one paid attention to Joelson. Joelson took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and yelled into it, "Everyone come! Come! Open fire unrestricted, unrestricted!"
Joelson was shouting and screaming with all his might, looking more like he was in a helpless rage.
About forty people came, some aimed their guns at the Compaq Building, some lazily posed as experts holding their guns without moving. The forty or so people were divided into at least five groups, which could be seen from their positions.
They didn’t rush to complete the encirclement of the Compaq Building or start an assault; instead, once assembled at the entrance, they all looked at a middle-aged man in his fifties.
"The bounty is divided into three parts: whoever catches Little Andic gets twenty-five percent, whoever kills the Gardener gets twenty percent, the remaining fifty-five percent is split among everyone, but those who do nothing from start to finish are not eligible for distribution. Begin!"
Someone took the lead and completed the distribution of the bounty.
The leader said to start, but no one moved.
The leader was stunned for a moment, raised his right hand, swung it abruptly, and shouted, "Start the attack!"
An awkward scene unfolded, still no one moved.
A group looked very impressive, just five people, wearing tactical armor and boots, all with helmets and heavy bullet-proof vests. One of the leaders had a cigar in his mouth, holding an HK416 rifle, with an attitude of looking down on everyone.
But after the leader waved his arm and shouted to start the attack, the cigar-chewing man turned his head away, avoiding the leader’s gaze.
"Whoever attacks first gets an additional five percent of the bounty!"
Joelson had finished calling, and he yelled at the leader from afar, "I know you, McCarthy! I know you! You’re done for, I guarantee, you’re dead!"
Coughing lightly twice, the leader swallowed and said in a low voice, "Everyone, we have at most five minutes. If you all want to wait for someone else to go first, then we’ll all die here."
No one spoke, no one moved.
McCarthy got anxious and shouted, "The first to launch an attack gets fifteen percent of the bounty alone!"
Sixty percent of the bounty had already been allocated, and if they didn’t catch Little Andic, didn’t catch or kill Gao Yi, or weren’t the first to attack, they would be risking their lives just for a share of the remaining forty percent bounty.
But even with the offer of fifteen percent for the first attack, no one moved.
"The Gardener is inside there."
Someone murmured softly.
The reputation precedes them, knowing why they’re here means they naturally know about the Gardener.
This is a high-level operation, ordinary people can’t participate, and those involved are not ordinary people.
That’s the problem, a novice group with no understanding might rush in recklessly, but they’re all veterans and won’t foolishly risk their lives for someone else’s benefit.
McCarthy visibly appeared somewhat desperate; over a minute had passed, and they still hadn’t begun the operation.
"Thirty percent! Whoever breaks in first takes thirty percent alone! Any objections?"
McCarthy shouted, and after he raised the offer to thirty percent, some people clearly started to get tempted.
"Forty percent! Falke! You bunch of cowardly bastards! If you don’t move, I’ll keep increasing until there’s nothing left for you!"
McCarthy’s words seemed somewhat contradictory, but after he shouted forty percent, the group of five posers suddenly moved.
"We’re going up!"
With a loud shout, after declaring they would take the first attack’s bonus, the man dropped his cigar to the ground, crushed it with his foot, raised his hand, and the five of them immediately charged towards the Compaq Building.
The first to launch an attack could gain forty percent of the total bounty, just by breaking in, regardless of whether they captured or killed the target, just entering the door could get them a forty percent share, definitely a worthwhile deal.
Some on the side started to regret it.
Immense wealth was still unattainable; the bravery was lacking after all.
McCarthy let out a slight sigh of relief.
This is the situation now. As long as someone takes the lead, then the rest will be manageable. Everyone is staking their future careers, intending to make one last hit, lured by the chance to earn a retirement fund in one go, and aware of the possibility of dying here for this job. Once the fight begins, everything else ceases to be a problem.
"The first assault is by the Red Wing Mercenary Corps!"
McCarthy immediately shouted out. He had to say it. Though saying it would expose his identity, at this point, hiding it was almost impossible. Therefore, confirming the identity of the first attacker was more important; everyone had to acknowledge it.
The Red Wing Mercenary Corps had only five people. Their tactical moves were very skilled, but honestly, tactics are mostly similar across many battles. There’s a fixed process and actions formed over time, and not much can be discerned just from the movements.
The key is the momentum, the kind of momentum that is fearless of death and moves courageously forward.
Four people provided cover on the flanks, while one person charged under heavy fire. At this moment, a slow and steady approach was impossible. Normal tactics, like suppressing inside fire with flanking fire cover first, then someone forcefully breaking through, risking casualties to complete the critical step of breaking the door.
Flank shots and middle penetration; when met, it’s basically about the first encounter. The outcome is often decided at the beginning of this engagement.
At the moment of breaking through the glass doors, a huge explosion was heard inside the Compaq Building. The glass doors shattered, and the spearhead of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps staggered back and fell to the ground.
The entire face was shattered—not just bloody, but gone from its position.
No screams, no shouts. Just when the shots rang out inside the Compaq Building, people on both sides simultaneously turned and began shooting into the lobby.
The gunfire on both sides roared intensively, aiming to ensure precision while achieving maximum fire rate. Two turned and fired less than ten bullets before falling in unison outside the automatic glass doors of the Compaq Building.
The glass shattered, yet the threshold wasn’t crossed.
Five people, three were dead upon initial engagement.
The two remaining had already crossed the threshold, and the others knew they couldn’t miss this opportunity; more were prepared for the following breach.
They’re not one group, but everyone knew that if they didn’t seize this moment, another attempt to charge inside would cost several more lives. Since the Red Wing Mercenary Corps sacrificed three lives to open the door, even without getting the first strike, they had to follow up.
At least there’s still the reward equity for capturing Little Andic and taking down the Gardener.
Then, with the crackling sound of gunfire, the fourth member of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps fell at the moment of turning. In the end, he failed to cross the threshold.
Yet, the man with a cigar dashed across, rushing through the threshold and entering the Compaq Building.
Then, a silhouette flew out backward.
Limbs forward, body back, the gun dropped, and the huge figure flew out.
He truly flew out; it wasn’t a metaphor but a literal action.
The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps flew back at least four meters, a man weighing around 160 to 170 pounds plus bullet-proof vest and weaponry, over 200 pounds—all crashed backward like this.
Then he landed heavily on the ground.
Eyes dulled, face contorted, after crashing to the ground, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps writhed painfully twice. Left hand supporting, right hand laboriously pointed towards the now glassless door of the Compaq Building, opened his mouth to speak, but blood mixed with flesh fragments and bubbles began splattering out.
The bullet-proof panel temporarily saved his life, but it was only temporary.
No one moved; everyone stared at the one lying on the ground in horror, McCarthy with his mouth wide open, wanting to say something but throat choked as if stuffed, unable to make any sound.
People blown away by bombs are seen before, so are shots filled with bullets, but inside, there were no explosions, not even a hand grenade’s blast.
Common knowledge tells us that a hand grenade’s blast isn’t enough to blow someone away.
So the question is, how did a person manage to fly backward then?
After all, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps didn’t really have a pair of wings.
"Ah... guh... uh..."
Pointing at the entrance of the Compaq Building, the leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps desperately wanted to say something. He tried hard but couldn’t utter even one complete syllable.
McCarthy, barely discernible even to himself, whispered in a faint voice, "What are you trying to say?"
"Uh-er... guh-er... guh..."
The supporting hand gave way, the hand pointing at the door dropped, and the head struggled to lift fell to the ground. The leader of the Red Wing Mercenary Corps left without saying what he wanted to, utterly silent.
The ones who were courageously charging in backed off far, now standing at least five meters from the door.
McCarthy glanced at the door, and without hesitation, declared resolutely, "Whoever can break in gets half!"
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