Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Next, the thirteen suicide soldiers began to put on bulletproof vests, each equipped with a grenade, and all three magazines were placed in the pockets of the vests.

Anton inspected the weapons, while Karl was already fully prepared, gripping the M249 light machine gun with both hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement!

The thirteen assassins proceeded in an orderly fashion, quickly completing their preparations and awaiting Chen An's orders to launch an attack at any moment.

The remaining seven assassins followed behind, ready to pick up guns and use them at any time.

Chen An witnessed the entire scene through a shared perspective, issued the action order, and then remotely transmitted the locations of all security personnel around the gathering to each of the assassins, giving them a natural God's-eye view. After that, Chen An began to wait quietly.

......

At this time.

The assassin who had been sitting next to Shen Ling slowly stood up and walked towards a security guard not far away.

"Where are you going?" Shen Ling asked, but the assassins ignored her, which made her increasingly uneasy.

The assassin gradually approached the security guard, who was focused on Creek in the banquet hall and completely unaware of the assassin behind him.

Mislin frowned, feeling uneasy for some reason. His eyes caught the assassin's movements, and he immediately became alert.

"Is something going on with young master Creek?"

Creek was chatting with someone when he heard this and turned around. "What's wrong with Mislin?"

boom--!

Before Mislin could reply, the assassin had already snatched the pistol from the man's waist and pulled the trigger at lightning speed, so fast that even Mislin didn't have time to react.

As soon as he raised his gun, the other man's gun was already pointed at him. Seeing this, he quickly pressed Creek down and bent over, feeling the bullets whizzing around him!

"Fire! Fire now!" Creek shouted, surprised that someone would actually dare to make a move in the banquet hall.

The three mole-like figures lurking in the shadows, along with the nearby security guards, quickly raised their guns to retaliate. However, the assassins had already acquired the "Divine Speed" perk and took cover behind cover at top speed.

But the bullets kept raining down, and it wouldn't last long.

Just when Mislin, Creek, and the others thought it was all going to end like this, screams began to echo from all around!

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out continuously, and assassins emerged one after another, as if they already knew the location of these people. With precise strikes, four people died instantly.

The mole's pupils contracted, and he immediately pulled the trigger of his M4A1 carbine to provide suppressive fire. "Boss, quickly take young master Creek to a safe place!"

Upon hearing this, Mislin quickly pulled Creek toward the second floor to coordinate with the white goose in suppressing the firepower. The entire banquet hall was in chaos, with countless people crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, their bodies trembling.

At this moment, Karl raised the machine gun and pulled the trigger towards the mole's position. The muzzle kept spitting out flames, and bullets shot out like raindrops, forcing the mole to hide behind cover. During this time, there were continuous casualties. The dense and precise firepower of the suicide squad made it impossible for the three to fight back.

The remaining suicide bombers began picking up the pistols and the few AK-47s that the security personnel had, and used these weapons to fight back again!

The assassins, combined with the speed buff, were like tigers with wings, roaming between various buildings.

"Wow! Are these people all sprinters? They run so fast!" The members in the monitoring room watched this scene in shock, and then quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to report.

"Boss, there are twenty-two men in total, and they're all formidable. They're all at least veterans, highly skilled in using firearms, and their speed is frightening!"

"We must find a way to evacuate; we can't fight here!"

At that moment, Mislin, who was leading Creek and several others into the suite, looked extremely grim upon hearing the news.

"Fuck! Young Master Creek, who have you offended to send such elite men to kill you!"

Creek, having lost his composure, said frantically, "I don't know either, but you have to get me out of here!"

"Boss! The kangaroo has been killed, and we're on our way!"

"I can't breathe," the mole said anxiously.

"Don't panic, I'll think of something else!" Mislin said.

The first floor of the banquet hall was in a mess, with the bodies of security personnel scattered everywhere. Anton and his assassins had already reached the second floor, and those who were injured were given simple first aid. Fortunately, none of the assassins were completely incapacitated.

"Forehead!"

Upon hearing the sound, Anton immediately became alert. Looking over, he saw one of the five mercenaries lying weakly on the ground not far away, unable to move, with a pained expression on his face.

Seeing this, Anton quickly approached. The kangaroo watched as the other man raised his gun without hesitation, his eyes filled with despair.

boom!

A bullet pierced his forehead, and Anton immediately began to put on the mercenary's equipment: an M4A1 carbine, two magazines, a tactical belt, a military knife, and a Glock 17!

Chen An watched this scene and thought to himself that it was fortunate that the equipment of these mercenaries was not top-notch, but was similar to that of suicide soldiers, except that they had an extra rifle.

As for whether it was too cruel to treat this mercenary, it can only be said that it was necessary. This is not child's play; it is a matter of life and death.

He believed that if the other party had the chance, they would pull the trigger without hesitation. Mercenaries are hired for money and their lives are not worth expecting.

The twenty-one assassins, whose equipment was mostly brand new compared to when they arrived, gripped their rifles and slowly approached the suite.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a grenade rolled out!

Upon seeing this, all the assassins activated their speed buffs and fled at top speed.

boom--!

Smoke filled the air, and debris scattered everywhere, leaving a large crater in the ground!

At this moment, the mole and his crew, who were watching everything from the surveillance footage inside the suite, showed expressions of shock!

"Fuck fuck! These people's reaction speed is too fast, have they been running since they were little?"

They didn't expect that the grenade wouldn't kill anyone.

"Boss, what do we do now? If we stay here, we'll get bogged down sooner or later. Even if the police arrive, it will take some time."

Just as Mislin was pondering, in return, a series of gunshots rang out outside the door, and a gap was blasted through the wooden door, through which a grenade slowly rolled in!

"Get down!"

Mislin yelled, then, ignoring everyone else, forced Creek to lie face down, "Open your mouth!"

Creek was completely distracted, listening to whatever Mislin said. He was filled with regret; if he could have escaped this time, he would have stayed in the villa and not gone anywhere else.

It is terrible!

He had never seen anything like this before.

After the thunder subsided, everyone quickly raised their rifles and frantically pulled the triggers. The others did the same, and with such firepower, the assassins outside the door dared not approach for the time being.

Upon seeing this, Chen An's expression darkened.

Mercenaries are indeed mercenaries; they are somewhat troublesome to deal with.