Tokyo Detective

Chapter 291 Death Squad VS SWAT Team

Just as Naoki Hanyu was about to go inside the villa to wrap things up, the sound of police sirens came from afar, and several car headlights could be seen flashing among the trees. It seemed that the Los Angeles police had arrived.

"Lazy, go stop the police. If they don't force their way in, try to kill as few people as possible. Take this megaphone."

The lazy clone reluctantly took the megaphone. He had wanted to stay outside the villa to keep watch, but now the main body was leaving him to hold the line alone. It was really going to be a disaster.

Although laziness is annoying, my body cooperated and walked to the only exit, occupied the high ground, and set up a light machine gun, which I borrowed from the dead gangsters.

The Mk 48 Mod 1 light machine gun is a lightweight medium-caliber machine gun widely used by American special operations forces (such as Navy SEALs and Army Rangers), designed to meet the needs of high-intensity, high-mobility operations.

Its power and practicality have been proven on the Middle East battlefield over the past 20 years. Priced at over 1 million Japanese yen, or around 100 US dollars, it is definitely worth the price.

Actually, Naoki Hanyu really wanted to pick up a few weapons he liked, but unfortunately they weren't system-generated and couldn't be put in his inventory. Only bullets had more room for maneuver.

"Rational, go to the back to prevent anyone from escaping."

"Yes, yes, be careful yourself, no, with your physique, it would be strange if you were in danger."

The rational clone left with an automatic rifle. He wouldn't be foolish enough to block people while carrying a light machine gun, which would leave him with no mobility. After all, their strength was not even as good as that of a healthy adult man.

Naoki Hanyu kicked open the door and walked in openly, activating his Clairvoyance and Hawkeye skills at the same time.

"bang bang bang"

The bullets accurately struck the light bulbs and wires, plunging the entire villa into darkness.

Naoki Hanyu could hear two tense breathing sounds coming from around the corner not far away, so he raised the Mk 48 Mod 1 light machine gun he had picked up in the darkness.

The machine gun fired the next second, and the bullets easily penetrated the not-so-sturdy interior wall of the villa, killing the two people behind it instantly.

Naoki Hanyu continued forward, as if walking into his own home.

Soon, intermittent gunshots and screams could be heard from inside the villa; the killing continued.

Meanwhile, two police cars were on their way to the Hardy family's territory. They didn't really want to come, but the sounds of gunfire and explosions there made it seem like a battlefield, forcing them to come.

However, before they arrived, everyone was fully armed, wearing bulletproof vests, and carrying either shotguns or submachine guns. Even so, they did not dare to make any rash moves, hoping to wait for the SWAT team to arrive before starting.

The window of the police car in front was suddenly smashed. The driver only felt a scrape on his shoulder. The three patrol officers in the car were so frightened that they quickly got out of the car and hid behind the car as cover, pointing their guns in the direction of the gunshot.

Unfortunately, it was pitch black and they couldn't see anyone at all. As for letting them use the prepared flashlights, they didn't want to die.

"What do we do? What kind of gun are they using?"

A veteran police officer provided the answer.

"Judging from the gunshots, it should be a light machine gun. Judging from the angle, they are in advantageous terrain ahead. If the enemy has night vision goggles, we will be like lambs to the slaughter."

"."

Yes, they were training so hard they didn't even know where the enemy was.

All six police officers were stunned, and just as they hesitated whether to attack, a loudspeaker blared.

"Officers, please calm down. We are only dealing with a gang of scum in society. You don't need to risk your lives to save some gangsters."

"."

A young policeman wiped the sweat from his face.

“I think they’re right. We don’t need to risk our lives for those gangsters.”

An older policeman patted his junior on the head.

"Shut up, the body camera is still on."

The squad leader, a police superintendent, wanted to peek out, but a bullet grazed his ear and he quickly ducked back inside. The voice of his clone rang out again.

"Please don't do anything that could be misunderstood, or next time it won't be a mere brush past you, but a blow to the head."

The superintendent was covered in cold sweat; he had almost died just now, and judging from the situation, the other party was probably wearing night vision goggles and was a sharpshooter.

"We are waiting for support."

The six police officers waited quietly behind the car, fearing that an armed assailant might jump out from the fields.

The Los Angeles SWAT team arrived quickly. The advance team consisted of a 12-person squad, including a commander, assault team members, snipers, observers, tactical medics, and negotiators.

This is a city SWAT team with equipment and quality comparable to the state SWAT team. It is worthy of being called LAPD SWAT, one of the largest local police departments in America, with 60 SWAT officers and 5 teams.

America's SWAT teams can be divided into three levels. The first level is the federal SWAT team, which can operate nationwide, receive the most funding, use the best weapons, and fight the toughest battles.

For example, the FBI HRT (Hostage Rescue Team), a branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

DEA FAS (Department of Drug Enforcement Administration Tactical Team) is a division of the DEA.

BORTAC (Border Patrol Tactical Group), a division of Customs and Border Protection.
Secondly, there are the state SWAT teams, but there is a significant gap between wealthy and poor states.

The third tier consists of the city and county special police teams. They operate only within their own limited territory, so their equipment is the worst.

However, the SWAT teams in major cities like Los Angeles and New York are no worse than those in ordinary states. As for some cities and counties, the standards are quite low, with ordinary police officers even serving as SWAT team members. Their weapons and physical condition are substandard, making them mere showpieces.

Other city or county SWAT teams might be hesitant in the face of intense gunfire, but this time it was the Los Angeles SWAT team.

When the SWAT team leader learned from the superintendent that the other side wanted them to wait, he immediately gave the order in a cold voice.

"No need to waste words with him, just break through. Snipers and observers, find the best positions."

"Yes."

The sniper waited for an opportunity to run up a small hill, while the observer climbed a large tree.

The SWAT team sprang into action. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Without hesitation, the lazy clone fired at the armored vehicle that the SWAT team had brought.

"Don't move, move again."

Before the clone could finish speaking, the SWAT team had already returned fire based on the sound of gunfire, providing cover for the sniper to climb the hill and advance gradually.

Seeing this, the clone also opened fire in retaliation, instantly killing a special police officer who had just exposed himself, letting everyone know that the other side was a real sharpshooter and that daring to show oneself would be in danger of death.

"Fire."

Bullets flew wildly through the sky in a barrage, but luckily the clone had already grabbed the machine gun and ran away, otherwise it would have been riddled with bullets. Unfortunately, it lacked the strength to run far.

The SWAT commander led his men in two teams to approach the enemy. One team cut through a dense thicket of trees, attempting to infiltrate the vicinity of the enemy. The other team provided cover fire.

With the cover of darkness and bushes, and the concealment of gunfire, and with only one enemy, he had no idea how he could have lost.

The next second, a barrage of light machine gun bullets swept through the bushes, right where the SWAT team was located. In an instant, three teammates were hit by bullets, two of whom died on the spot, while the other fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

"boom."

"Depend on."

The sound of a sniper rifle rang out, and the SWAT commander received a report that the sniper had hit the enemy.

The clone was indeed directly destroyed, lying on the ground like a corpse. However, the clone's corpse suddenly emitted a thick mist, and then scattered as if it had been blown up by a grenade.

Before losing consciousness, the clone was very resentful. If only he had the physique of the original body, he could carry a machine gun and run around, instead of being out of breath after just a few steps. If the sniper rifle could hit him, he would be just like the original body.

The SWAT captain in command also regretted it. He thought there was only one enemy, so he underestimated them. Who knew that the enemy had better vision in the dark than the best night vision goggles they were wearing, and they didn't know how the enemy knew their location.

Damn it, if it were daytime, the casualties would never have been so heavy.

With three dead and one injured, even if I'm not demoted, I'll be sidelined, unless the other support staff also perform poorly.

At the same time, the sound of police helicopters could be heard in the distance, and other armored vehicles approached, indicating that other teams were coming to provide support.

Inside the villa, Naoki Hanyu walked into the dimly lit hall and saw Victor, who had been shot through the abdomen by a machine gun bullet and was sitting in the main seat, barely alive, looking at the masked men.

"You won, or rather, your Kink family won. A mere few people actually managed to crush the main force of my Hardy family. If I had known you were this powerful, I wouldn't have fought you."

Naoki Hanyu ignored the other person and simply raised his pistol to point at the old man.

Victor gave a wry smile.

"Can't you just satisfy the curiosity of a loser?"

"Is your phone recording?"

"."

Victor smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and he gave up resisting, as if resigning himself to his fate.

"You have won. The Hardy family is officially extinct."

Naoki Hanyu raised his gun and shot the other man through the head, then said calmly.

"You think I'll let you get away with this? I swear I'll kill your whole family."

Behind the villa, the rational clone was pointing an automatic rifle at the fleeing grandmother and grandson. The 18-year-old grandson pulled the 70-year-old woman along as they ran, never abandoning her. It was truly touching.

The automatic rifle fired the next second.

"bang bang bang bang"

The old woman was shot to death on the spot, while the young man, who was shot in the lung, was not dead for the time being. He watched in despair as a dark figure approached and then shot him with a pistol, leaving him with an expression of unresolved death.

"mission completed."

The clones suddenly looked towards the intersection. As clones, they could sense that the Sloth clone had been killed, just like the main body.

Before they could even get back, a police helicopter had already flown over the area behind the villa, its searchlights flashing wildly.

Unfortunately, even though the clone was hiding in the bushes, it was still discovered because the thermal imager on the police helicopter captured its silhouette.

A special police officer opened the plane door and fired an automatic rifle at the clone.

"bang bang bang bang"

"damn it."

The clone couldn't dodge in time, was shot and fell, and was then riddled with bullets.

The special police officers in the helicopter reported to the captain who was assisting in command.

"One criminal has been killed, and team members are now surrounding the villa."

Just as the police helicopter was descending to lower itself to drop people off, a rocket-propelled grenade struck the aircraft, creating a spectacular firework. All eight special police officers on board were killed, and body parts could be seen falling from the sky.

The SWAT team leader, who was communicating at the time, panicked.

"Group Two, what's wrong with you? Answer me, answer me!"

Communication has been interrupted.

[Ding! Intentional homicide, accumulating 7 stars of evil.]

(End of this chapter)