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"Fuck, man, do you know what you're doing?"

"We're just going to take care of a low-level, small-time criminal gang, nothing more!"

"Damn it, don't go that way. You'll scare the guests like that, and I don't want to be on the New York Daily tomorrow."

"We'll go through the back door; I've already had vehicles prepared for the operation..."

Forty minutes later.

Near a villa in Brooklyn, close to the Hudson River.

A small van was parked on the side of the road.

Inside the carriage, in two rows of specially modified seats, seven or eight gunmen were all cautiously watching Frank, who was resting with his eyes closed.

Finally, Irving spoke up, saying, "Buddy, we've reached the target location. Tonight, you're in charge..."

Just as Irving was saying something...

Frank suddenly opened his eyes, causing Irving to shut up instantly as if he had choked on something.

Frank checked his equipment and said coldly:

"I'll lead the attack. The seven of you will form a squad and provide support firepower from the outside. I'll take care of the people inside."

"In twenty minutes, let the cleaners clean up the mess."

"We will evacuate within thirty minutes."

"Complete all operations within one hour."

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Chapter 9 Frank's Ultimate Killing

As a former top CIA agent and a retired Marine Corps instructor.

Frank had earned the Medal of Honor, Navy Cross, Silver Star three times, and Purple Heart four times through his combat career.

Even Nick Fury, that old fox, called Frank a 'Level 10 Agent,' the highest level of human individual combat capability.

Frank might not be good at making money.

At the very least, if Frank hadn't had a large retirement bonus, he probably wouldn't have been able to take care of his wife and children.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought his wife and children to play in an abandoned park.

But when it comes to fighting and killing, Frank can say with certainty that he is definitely an expert, no, he should be called a master.

A villa with approximately 800 square meters of land, three stories high, and possibly a basement.

After Irving produced the architectural plans for the villa.

Frank glanced at it casually and then assigned positions and tasks to the seven gunmen.

Frank casually pulled four or five offensive grenades from his bag and threw them into the villa's yard without even looking at them.

Amidst a distant roar and flashes of fire.

Frank charged into the villa courtyard like a leopard.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Without any hesitation, Frank entered the villa's courtyard and began firing his M249 squad automatic weapon wildly.

This type of firepower, which requires conventional soldiers to use while crawling, has extremely formidable destructive power.

Amidst the furious roar of machine guns.

Those Cent family gunmen who weren't killed by the grenades fled the villa's yard in a panic, like chicks caught in a weasel's trap.

Four hand grenades, plus a squad automatic weapon.

They had almost completely blocked most of the escape routes, and the remaining breaches were guarded by seven gunmen outside.

The seven gunmen watched their old adversary flee like chicks.

Without any need for dodging or defense, they instinctively opened fire along the pre-arranged breach.

Then all those little chicks fell into pools of blood.

The entire operation went incredibly smoothly, even more smoothly than the BOSS's crane-feather robe.

The first half of the operation took less than two minutes.

The most formidable and dangerous front yard guards of the Cent family have been completely neutralized.

Wait until the gunfire in the courtyard stops.

The seven gunmen lying in ambush were still in a daze.

Frank's cold and rough voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Owen, the guards in the front yard have been cleared. We're ready to enter the villa and begin the second phase of the plan."

With a slight buzzing sound, the walkie-talkie quickly stopped.

After a moment of shock, Irving quickly came to his senses and roared at the seven gunmen, "What the hell are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what Minister Frank said? Head to the second ambush point immediately!"

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Frank now belongs to the kind of guy who's all high and mighty.

Owen was able to become a minor leader under the Sullivan family because of his cleverness. After witnessing Frank's strength, the "buddy" he used to call him instantly became the "minister".

However, Frank was unaware of these things.

After clearing out the guards and gunmen in the villa's yard.

Frank casually tossed aside the squad automatic weapon, picked up an M4 carbine, and quickly looked inside the villa.

Cut off the power, bullets burst through the door, grenades are thrown in, take cover behind the wall, and use tactical rolls to break in.

Frank's series of military assault tactics were textbook perfect.

Upon entering the villa, another burst of gunfire rang out.

Those so-called "experts" are actually just charlatans, their words are empty promises, and their actions are nothing but lies. They are merely empty words, their words are meaningless.

After about three minutes of carbine fire, the hall quickly fell silent.

At the top of the stairs, Frank casually used a dagger to calm a seriously wounded gunman down completely, then tucked the dagger back into the side of his military boot and reached behind him to pull out a Remington shotgun.

With Frank's precise movements, the flashbang grenade bounced off the corner of the wall and rolled smoothly down to the second floor.

What followed was a series of screams.

At this moment, Frank, who had somehow already put on ENVG night vision goggles, stepped into the second floor as if he were coming home.

A dagger to the throat, a gun butt to the head, a twisted neck with one hand.

Frank's series of murders were as effortless as a fishmonger who had been killing fish for ten years at RT-Mart.

When someone's blurred vision gradually returns and they want to fight back...

What came towards them was a shotgun bullet thicker than a thumb.

The sound of a shotgun is more brutal than that of a carbine, but its lethality is also strong.

In addition, Frank's dangerous instincts, honed over years on the battlefield, meant that if anyone attempted a sneak attack, he would draw his pistol and fire a lightning-fast counterattack.

The battle on the second floor ended in five minutes.

Frank swiftly and gracefully rushed into the third floor.

The third floor was where the head of the Cent family rested, and there were no longer any gunmen guarding it.

But to everyone's surprise, none of the bedrooms were occupied.

One and a half minutes later.

Frank discovered an elevator that led directly to the underground from behind a bookcase in the master bedroom on the third floor.

After thinking it over, Frank didn't take the elevator down directly. Instead, he planted two time bombs inside the elevator, which would explode after thirty seconds.

Frank then casually pressed the down button on the elevator.

Standing next to the elevator entrance on the third floor.

Frank closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his fingers flying as he loaded bullet after bullet into Remington's magazine.

Rumble!

After a violent tremor and explosion, a wail came from below the elevator shaft.

Frank turned around and used his nail gun to fire a sturdy rope. He then pulled himself down rapidly, passing through intense heat and thick smoke, before arriving at a solid underground chamber.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?!"

Chapter 10 Monsters, Extraordinary Beings, Frank's Shock

Upon entering the underground chamber, what appeared in Frank's sight was not the corpses of Howard Cent's family, but a terrifying monster.