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"Bang!"

The deafening gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night.

The fragile brass lock was instantly vaporized by the bombardment of the 12-gauge slug, and most of the door frame was blown into a pile of flying wood chips and twisted metal fragments.

According to standard CQB (close-quarters combat) procedures, at this point, Leon, as the breacher, should step back, kick the door open, and throw in a stun grenade.

But before Leon could even sheathe his gun and kick, Carlos behind him completely abandoned his usual slick style, disregarding any tactical coordination. With red eyes, he bypassed Leon and kicked the rickety door hard.

"Bang!"

The door was wide open.

"Seattle police! Go to hell, you human trafficker!"

Carlos roared as he charged in, unleashing a barrage of suppressive fire from his MP5 submachine gun into the room.

"Da da da da da!!!"

"Damn! This lunatic!"

Lyon cursed under his breath.

This guy is so reckless! Is he going to rescue hostages or go to his death?

Although I wanted to curse in my heart, my body was completely honest.

As the team leader, he had to provide backup for the brothers who were at the forefront.

Without pausing, Leon followed Carlos into the room, his shotgun pointed at a blind spot on the other side, yelling, "Mia! Guard the door!"

The room was dark, with only the faint light from the streetlights shining through the window and the flashing gun barrels.

The kidnapper was clearly a desperate criminal.

He had already overturned the double bed and used it as cover in the middle of the room.

When the police rushed in, instead of surrendering, the guy hid behind the mattress, holding a short-barreled revolver that he didn't know where it came from, and frantically pulled the trigger at the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullets flew wildly in the confined space, shattering mirrors and exploding lamps.

Carlos's suppressive fire was impressive, and several bullets did indeed penetrate the mattress and hit the guy's shoulder, causing him to scream.

But the cost of such a reckless charge is also enormous.

"Ugh!"

Carlos, who was firing, suddenly swayed, a cloud of blood erupting from his left knee. The intense pain caused his left leg to lose its support, and he fell heavily to his knees on the floor.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to stop firing. His MP5 continued to spew fire, relentlessly suppressing the dark figure behind the bed and preventing the other from raising his head to finish him off.

"Now."

Lyon's eyes were cold.

Taking advantage of the moment when Carlos used his knee to suppress the fire, he quickly moved two steps to the side, bypassing the frontal cover of the double bed.

The black suspect was about to stick his head out and try to take down the shot policeman on the ground.

His head had barely poked out from the edge of the mattress when it collided head-on with the dark muzzle of Lyon's shotgun.

The two were less than a meter apart.

Lyon could even see the whites of the other person's eyes, which widened instantly in fear.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the enclosed room.

At this distance, a 12-gauge buckshot bullet possesses the kinetic energy to destroy everything.

The black suspect's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Skull fragments, brain matter, and dark red blood splattered in a fan shape, covering the cheap wallpaper and shattered mirror behind them.

The headless corpse twitched and slumped limply behind the bed.

The threat has been completely eliminated.

The only sounds left in the room were Carlos's painful groans as he clutched his knees and the hissing sound of blood gushing from the black corpse.

"Mia! Come in! Keep an eye on Carlos! Put a tourniquet on him!"

Leon roared without turning his head, quickly stepping over the mess on the ground, his gun still pointed ahead, as he began searching the rest of the room.

"Damn it...damn it...it hurts so much..." Carlos rolled on the ground.

Mia rushed in, her face pale. She almost vomited when she saw the blood all over the floor, but she still gritted her teeth and knelt down. She frantically pulled out the hemostatic gauze from the first aid kit and pressed it firmly against Carlos's wound.

"Bathroom safety!"

"The wardrobe is safe!"

After confirming that there were no other accomplices, Leon's gaze finally fell behind an old sofa in the corner of the room.

There was a tiny figure huddled there.

The abducted little girl was now huddled in the shadows behind the sofa, her mouth taped shut and her hands tied behind her back. She stared wide-eyed in fear, trembling.

She saw everything that had just happened.

Including how the bad guy who tried to take her away lost his head in an instant.

Leon took a deep breath, put away his shotgun, and strode over.

Instead of immediately untying the ropes, he first took off his jacket and covered the little girl's head with it, blocking her view and also the blood and corpses filling the room.