You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

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"boom--"

The deafening roar, accompanied by a powerful shockwave, swept across the surrounding streets.

The police SUVs that were being used as cover shook violently, their windows creaking under the strain.

Dust and gravel filled the air and instantly obscured the street.

The ACU team members hiding behind the car were all stunned.

Actually, they watch a lot of Hollywood popcorn action movies regularly.

But in reality, witnessing a six-story reinforced concrete building crumble and collapse before your eyes is a shock that strikes your retina and eardrums in a way that cannot be experienced through a screen.

The massive building debris crashed heavily to the ground, and the dust it kicked up even hit their faces directly.

These tough guys, who fight gangsters on the streets every day, were all gaping, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

What on earth were the boss and that new blonde girl doing in there?! Why were they making such a racket?!

Simon and Ward, the two newcomers hiding on the outermost edge, exchanged a glance amidst the swirling dust.

Simon reached out and brushed the dust off his trench coat, then straightened his black-rimmed glasses.

He had just suggested using the sound of a baby crying to break down the opponent's psychological defenses, but now, looking at the still-smoking ruins, the shock in his eyes quickly turned into admiration.

Simple, brutal, and leaving no survivors.

His boss turned out to be a genius who was even more unconventional than himself.

Simply dumping thousands of tons of concrete on the enemy's head is more artistic than any of his methods of mental torture.

Ward, who was standing to the side, had changed into civilian clothes and was gripping his patrol rifle tightly, completely stunned.

He was an old-school patrolman who usually dealt with pistols and batons, and maybe rifles and shotguns at most.

He had no idea about blasting engineering, nor did he know that leveling a building required calculating shear force and tens of kilograms of C4.

All he knew was that a few dozen minutes earlier, an old man named Old Pete had come over with a bomb-proof box and given Chloe some ACU-issued explosives.

Could it be that the breaching patches that ACU randomly distributes are so powerful that they can flatten an entire building?

Ward swallowed hard. Although he couldn't understand the underlying principles at all, his awe of the ACU department instantly reached its peak.

"Stop watching, you idiots!"

Harrison was the first to recover from the shock.

He forcefully spat out the cement dust he had swallowed, abruptly stood up, and roared at the communicator and the stunned team members around him:

"Where's the ambulance?! Call the dispatch center immediately to send an ambulance and fire department!"

"Medic! Go check on Bulldozer and Jacob! Put them in splints, don't let the broken ribs pierce their lungs!"

"Everyone else check each other's wounds and stop the bleeding immediately!"

With the deputy team leader's roar, the stunned ACU team members finally snapped out of their daze, and the scene immediately erupted into chaos.

Some people tore open the packaging of the first aid kit, some pressed the walkie-talkie and shouted for help, and others went to the car to get a high-powered flashlight.

……

On the other side of the building ruins.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Chloe stood frozen in place.

She was still holding the detonator in her hand, her head tilted back, her bright blue eyes fixed on the pile of concrete fragments and twisted steel bars that were more than ten meters high in front of her, her eyes filled with fascination and blankness.

Although she was a combat engineer, this was the first time she had ever used dozens of kilograms of pure C4 to flatten a building without any scruples.

The extremely destructive feedback from the explosion left her mind reeling.

"Smack."

A large hand slammed down on her shoulder.

"Wake up, stop spacing out."

Leon stood beside her, holding an M4 rifle, and brushed the dust off her beret: "The work isn't finished yet. Come with me and inspect this pile of rubble."

Chloe snapped back to reality.

"Yes, boss!"

She quickly stuffed the detonator into her tactical vest, picked up the CQBR short-barreled rifle hanging on her chest, skillfully pulled the bolt, and followed closely behind Leon.

The two men, one in front of the other, stepped on the broken bricks scattered on the ground and began to conduct an outer search around the huge collapsed ruins.

Lyon's gun was pointed warily at the huge gaps.

He needed to confirm whether the two assassins had jumped out of the window and escaped the moment the explosion occurred, or if any other accidents had taken place.

The two quickly completed a full circle around the ruins.

Everywhere there were crushed wall panels and twisted steel mesh; not a single intact room structure remained.

No survivors were found, nor were there any traces of blood extending outwards.

Being crushed under thousands of tons of solid concrete rubble, even a Terminator would be turned into a flat iron disc, let alone an ordinary flesh and blood body, which would most likely not survive.