I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 171 How can your criminal group be so obsessed with foreign things?
When the European heroes finally arrived at the outskirts of the target area, they found that the intelligence provided by the Prohibition Bureau was indeed correct; the area was truly easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The warehouse is located in a naturally formed small valley, which is pocket-shaped, with a dirt road that can barely accommodate two vehicles side by side winding its way into the valley.

Although the slopes on both sides are not steep, they are enough to give the defenders an absolutely advantageous position. As long as there are enough men and weapons and ammunition, they can make any frontal assault force pay a heavy price.

However, the European heroes did not back down.

Not to mention the media closely watching their every move, even before they came to America, the "European Heroes Agency" had already made it clear:
This is a life-or-death journey, a trade of life for wealth. If you're afraid of death, don't get on this pirate ship, or rather, this get-rich-quick ship!

However, not being afraid of death doesn't mean you have to rush to die.

Of these European heroes, about one-third were veterans who had experienced the baptism of trench warfare, charges, and sniping on the European battlefield.

They had long ago chosen a veteran commander with the most experience in command, and under his command, they began a well-organized attack.

The feint attack team, consisting of about ten seasoned veterans, slowly advanced from the front of the road to draw the defenders' firepower and test their strength.

The main attack group, personally led by "Old Dog," was concealed on the flank of the feint attack group. Once the defenders' firing positions were exposed, they would seize the opportunity to break in through the weak points at the valley entrance.

The infiltration team consisted of heroes who had never been on the battlefield and were used to working alone. They split into two groups, infiltrating from the east and west slopes to occupy advantageous positions and look for opportunities to take out the enemy's firing points from a high vantage point.

At the command, everyone took their positions.

Before the feinting attack team even reached the valley entrance, gunfire erupted from inside, and the battle began!

The media reporters, who were far away at a safe distance, were instantly excited upon hearing the gunshots coming from the valley entrance, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"They've started fighting! They've finally started fighting!"

"Good, good, good! Where are the heavy machine guns? Where are the cannons? Bring them out and fire hard!"

These days, I've witnessed several gang wars where heavy machine guns and even cannons were used in the fighting. Now, when I see gunfights without heavy weapons, everyone feels uneasy.

In particular, for reasons unknown, the Prohibition Board neither warned the European heroes that their opponents might have heavy weapons, nor did it equip them with heavy weapons.

As for the European heroes themselves, they had no concept of "law enforcement" requiring the use of heavy weapons.

Although they had heard of American gangs using artillery and tanks in fights, it felt too far removed from their own experience—in Europe, even a submachine gun was considered outrageous in underground conflicts.

Besides, what level are the New York gangs at? It's impossible for all criminal organizations in America to be comparable to the New York gangs, constantly pulling out heavy weapons.

American journalists, however, clearly knew more; for example, this "criminal group" used military-grade explosives in the first two bombings...

If they pull out heavy weapons when facing European heroes who are completely unprepared, that would be incredibly exciting!
However, there were no heavy machine guns or cannons.

The feint attack attracted most of the attention of the defenders in the valley, and the gunfire inside was quite intense at one point.

But as the heroes who had infiltrated the hillsides on the east and west sides took their positions and began firing at the firing points in the valley from the flanks and rear, the gunfire in the valley began to become sparse, and even obvious chaos ensued.

The main assault team charged forward again and, with almost no resistance, successfully crossed the valley entrance and broke into the outer perimeter of the warehouse area.

The only sound throughout was the firing of rifles; there wasn't even the sound of grenade explosions.

"What? You broke through so easily?"

This was far from the bloody, back-and-forth battle they had envisioned.

But a reporter immediately said calmly, "Don't rush, don't rush! The best is yet to come!"

"Don't forget what this criminal group's specialty is." Specialty?

Everyone was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was going on, and their eyes lit up again!
What's your specialty? It's definitely setting off giant fireworks!
"Yes! It must be a trap to lure the enemy in!"

"When all those Europeans rush in and get all crammed together..."

The reporters exchanged knowing glances, their hearts filled with anticipation that "explosions are art."

They followed far behind the heroes, adjusting their equipment, holding their breath, waiting for the magnificent yet deadly flames to soar into the sky.

Well, don't say that the Prohibition Board doesn't care about the supplies at all; after all, they paid a referral fee to bring them in.

They had warned the European heroes beforehand to be wary of bomb traps.

So the heroes who stormed into the warehouse district were excited, but they were not blinded by victory.

The "veteran" arranged for the team to spread out, with some people specifically responsible for bomb disposal, and then they carefully advanced forward.

The reporters followed cautiously.

Time ticked by, and the heroes checked the bombs and confirmed it was safe. They continued their assault, accepting the surrender of the remaining defenders. They opened the warehouse and seized the remaining half of the warehouse's bootlegging...

Ok? ? ?
Surprisingly, nothing unexpected happened!

The violent hail of bullets did not materialize, and the anticipated "grand fireworks" were nowhere to be seen.

The reporters waited and waited... until the gunfire in the valley completely subsided, until the European heroes began to move their spoils, but nothing happened.

The wind still gently rustles through the treetops; birds occasionally chirp.

Everything was calm and peaceful.

The reporters were completely dumbfounded!
"Shit! What the hell!" one reporter couldn't help but curse, slamming his binoculars onto the grass.

"That's... all?" A reporter looked bewildered, as if he had gathered all his strength only to punch empty air.

“My explosion footage…” A cinematographer carrying a heavy film camera was on the verge of tears. He had even prepared the film, waiting to record the “explosion art,” but it turned out he had no use for it.

Even Logan looked completely taken aback!
He personally led the team, mobilized the best equipment, practically went all out, and this is what he got in return?

A low-intensity brawl between heroes, which could hardly be described as serious resistance?

Child of Darkness, what are you doing!

After a brief silence, one of the reporters, whose voice was almost universally acknowledged, uttered a cry of indignation that resonated with everyone in the media present:

"Damn it! You're a criminal organization, how dare you be so sycophantic and discriminatory towards foreigners?!"

you do not say!

They cracked down hard on legitimate law enforcement officers in the United States, with things like the wine cellar explosion and the money mountain trap, playing a ruthless and decisive game!
When you were replaced by a bunch of European desperados, you all became so timid and submissive, offering no respect whatsoever and surrendering outright?!

"Are you still an American crime syndicate?!"

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(End of this chapter)