What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

"You only need to do one thing," Li Ang's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What?"

"obey."

Li Ang stopped and turned to look at him.

"I tell you who to kill, and you kill them. I tell you what to do, and you do it."

"I've remembered your bottom line."

"But my orders are non-negotiable."

Jack and Li Ang looked at each other.

He could see no emotion in those calm, black eyes.

There was no threat, no warning, just a pure statement, like a physical law.

"Understood." Jack finally nodded.

The two returned to the bar.

Victor was awake. He was sitting at the bar, chugging strong coffee cup after cup, his face still pale.

He stood up when he saw Li Ang and Jack walk in.

"plum."

"Give him an identity," Li Ang said, pointing at Jack. "The fastest and cleanest one."

Victor glanced at Jack, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He could tell that this homeless man had a completely different aura from the thugs around him.

"No problem." Victor didn't ask any further questions. "Give me a day."

"Derek," Li Ang called out again.

Derek jogged over.

"Boss."

"Are there any small, unruly gangs around here?" Li Ang asked.

Derek paused for a moment, then understood what Li Ang meant.

Is this... a move to continue expanding?

"Yes!" he answered immediately, "There's a gang called 'Vultures' in Block 15, about twenty of them."

"They used to be on the periphery of the Jackal Gang, specializing in dirty work like kidnapping and extortion, and they especially liked to target homeless women and children."

"After the Jackal Gang was destroyed, they not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more rampant."

Derek paused, then added, "The Scorpions tried to recruit them, but they were driven back, and we lost two of our brothers."

"Very good." Li Ang nodded.

He looked at Jack.

"Your first job."

Jack didn't speak, he just looked at Li Ang and waited for orders.

"Derek, compile their information, their activity patterns, everything."

"Yes, boss!"

Derek turned and left, a hint of excitement on his face.

The boss is standing up for them and establishing his authority.

"Victor."

"I am here."

"Prepare a sniper rifle, equipped with a suppressor, and while you're at it, find me a suppressor that's compatible with the Beretta 92FS."

Victor frowned: "You want to..."

"Just get ready," Li Ang interrupted him.

Victor stopped talking, took out his phone, and began contacting the arms dealers.

Inside the bar, everyone felt the impending storm.

An hour later.

Derek placed a document in front of Li Ang.

It contained photos of several leaders of the Vulture Gang, as well as a simple map of the abandoned cannery they occupied.

"Their leader is called Butch, and he's very cunning," Derek explained. "During the day, they'll split up to find targets, and at night most of them will return to the cannery."

Li Ang picked up the documents and quickly glanced through them.

"Jack".

"Where do you think we should start?" Li Ang pushed the map in front of Jack.

Jack was somewhat surprised.

He didn't expect that Li Ang would ask for his opinion.

He picked up the map and began to examine it carefully.

His gaze lingered for a long time on several high points surrounding the cannery.

"Here, and here," he pointed to two abandoned residential buildings on the map, "these are the best sniping spots."

"The cannery only has one front gate and one back gate, but here," he pointed to a gap in the wall on the side of the map, "there should be another passage that they made themselves."

"For nighttime operations, they will deploy both visible and hidden sentries."

"The visible sentry is at the entrance, and the hidden sentries should be in..." He drew several circles on the map with his finger, "...these places."

His analysis was accurate and professional.

This is an instinct that a veteran has gained through countless life-or-death experiences.

"If it were me, I would take out the sentries first," Jack said in a deep voice, "and then use sniper rifles to control the front and back gates, forming an encirclement."

"Send another small team to break in from the side gap and wipe them out completely."

This is a standard, textbook tactic.

After listening, Li Ang nodded.

"A good plan."

Then, he crumpled the map into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Jack was stunned.

"We don't need that plan," Li Ang said calmly, looking at him. "We only need two people."

"You and me."

Jack's pupils contracted.

Two people?

Go and deal with an armed gang of more than twenty people?

This is not madness, it's suicide.

"You're in charge outside." Li Ang pointed to the highest sniping spot Jack had chosen on the map. "Use this to take out anyone trying to escape through the door."

Li Ang pushed a case containing a Remington M700 sniper rifle, which he had just gotten from Victor, in front of Jack.

Jack opened the box and his breathing quickened as he looked at the menacing heavy sniper rifle inside.

"And what about you?" he asked.

"I?"

Li Ang smiled.

"I'll go in, you cover me from the outside."

......

In the 15th block, Butch was embracing a girl he'd grabbed off the street, drinking cheap whiskey.

Several of his men gathered around the fire, boasting about their "achievements" during the day.

"The girl I caught today was really something, but she wasn't very obedient. She quieted down after I slapped her a few times."

"Haha, Crab Bro stole more than 300 yuan, and he actually tried to resist, but I broke his leg with a stick."

Foul language and the sound of women crying.

Li Ang's figure appeared silently at the window on the second floor of the cannery.

He climbed straight up the smooth outer wall of the cannery.

Below him, Jack was already lying prone on the roof of a residential building a kilometer away, his sniper rifle set up.

Through the scope, the sentry with a cigarette dangling from the gate of the cannery was clearly visible.

Li Ang put on the single-sided headset that Victor had given him.

"Are you ready?"

"Anytime is fine," Jack's voice came through the headset.

Li Ang's gaze fell upon the revelers below.

[Kill threshold: Low]

......

He did not act immediately.

He was waiting, waiting for the most opportune moment.

He was observing everyone, noting their location, their weapons, and their habits.

After his mental attribute broke through 30 points, his brain was like a supercomputer.

The entire three-dimensional structure of the cannery and the movements of all the people there were gathered in his mind.

Ultimately, a perfect sand table model was constructed.

"Boss Butch, it's my turn!" A fat man with a face full of scars rubbed his hands together and walked towards Butch with a lewd grin.

Frustrated, Butch pushed away the numb girl in his arms.

"Get out, you useless thing."

The girl stumbled and was dragged by the fat man into the shadows of a corner.

Right now.

Li Ang leaped from the second-floor window.

He landed without making a loud noise.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the exciting show that was about to unfold in the corner.

Li Ang made a move.

Instead of heading towards the fire, he walked towards the edge of the cannery.

There were several dilapidated cars parked there, which were the vehicles of the Vulture Gang and also where they stored their surplus weapons.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Several gunshots rang out, and the sentries at the cannery gate were instantly killed.

The Beretta equipped with a muffler did not make a loud noise, but the muffler was not completely silent.

The nearby sentries seemed to have heard some noise.

Li Ang picked up a walkie-talkie from the ground.

"Hey? Lucas? What happened? What's that sound coming from your end?"

Li Ang did not answer.

He turned off the walkie-talkie and casually tossed it into the nearby bushes.

The revelry continued around the bonfire.

No one noticed that several of their companions had disappeared by the door.

No one noticed that a dark figure had silently infiltrated their hideout.