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

"Fuck!"

Viper's scarred face contorted with rage as he watched the machine gunner fall from the skylight.

Those were his old brothers, whom he had brought along, and they too had perished at an unknown intersection.

"Something's fishy about these cops!"

Viper pushed open the door, quickly crouched down at the back of the car, and bent over, rainwater sliding down his combat uniform.

According to intelligence, all the special police and heavy armored units in the West District should have been drawn away by the firefight in the North District.

But this squad in front of us, with its precise sniping and that big guy who just took down the machine gunner, means that the enemy has more than one sniper. The whole team is extraordinary.

"These must be private soldiers from the West District Police Station; they're trying to steal this shipment!"

If we can't break through, then we'll fight our way out.

"Everyone get off the bus! Spread out!"

Viper pulled off the smoke grenade from his waist, unzipped it, and flung it out.

"laugh--!!!"

Thick white smoke burst open at the railway crossing, mixing with the damp, cold rain and mist, quickly forming a barrier that could not be penetrated by the naked eye.

"Number Two, Number Three! Put on your thermal imaging devices and prioritize taking out the enemy's firing positions!"

Viper coldly ordered through his single earpiece, "Those black bastards, let them charge ahead and block the bullets!"

In Viper's eyes, the dozen or so so-called gunmen of the Blood Gang were nothing more than mobile meat shields.

In the smoke, the already chaotic battlefield instantly transformed into a horror movie set.

Amid Darius's shouts and curses, the Blood Gang's henchmen, armed with a jumble of semi-automatic and fully automatic weapons, charged toward the police's cover.

"Da da da! Da da da!"

"Ah!! Help!"

Jacob was the first to suffer a severe blow.

He just took out the machine gunner, and his position has been completely exposed.

The moment the group of frenzied tanks rushed forward to distract him, mercenary "Number Three," hiding deep in the smoke, locked onto him using a thermal imager.

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced directly through the side of Jacob's bulletproof vest, and the huge impact threw him to the ground, rolling him into the mud.

"Jacob got shot! I'm pinned down!"

Carlos hid behind the broken brick wall of the guard post, blindly firing his MP5 into the smoke.

He heard footsteps coming from all directions, their voices shrill with fear:

"Boss, there are at least twenty guys on the other side. They can see us through the smoke. Where's Harrison? Where's the reinforcements?! We can't fight this!"

"Everyone back off!"

Lyon's voice crackled through the channel, "The smoke grenades won't last long. Don't engage them in open fire in open areas. Keep your distance and wait for them to peek out!"

Just as the defensive line formed by the group was about to collapse, the roar of a car finally came from the street corner behind them.

"For the dollars! Kill these bastards!"

Harrison and his remaining seven or eight team members finally arrived.

These troublemakers from ACU are definitely tough nuts to crack; Sterling must have put a lot of effort into setting up this department.

They took an unconventional approach, with two off-road vehicles smashing through the barbed wire on the side and charging into the flank of the battlefield like two mad bulls.

Harrison jumped out of the car, holding an old M1A, and fired a crisp burst at the Blood Gang members who rushed out of the smoke.

"Bang!"

The head of a Blood Gang thug exploded like a rotten watermelon.

ACU's combat power erupted instantly. These rough men, who were not highly educated but had extremely accurate marksmanship, displayed the ruthlessness of street predators.

They worked in perfect harmony, using the firepower of long-barreled rifles and their even more ruthless fighting spirit to quickly eliminate these gang members who lacked any tactical skills.

In an instant, the Blood Gang's meat shields fell in droves, their screams drowning out the sound of the rain.

However, the real danger lurks behind these small fry.

Just as one of Harrison's crew members was excitedly reloading his rifle, a retired soldier who had been hiding at the edge of the smoke and remained still suddenly stood up.

Like a ghost, he made no extra sounds or movements.

"Pfft, pfft."

The HK416, equipped with a silencer, emitted only two soft screechs before the bullet pierced the neck and forehead of the ACU crew member.

Immediately afterward, just as the ACU crew member behind another cover was about to peek out to look for the target, another sniper shot rang out.

In less than five seconds, the two team members who were cheering were turned into cold corpses.

Harrison's expression instantly turned serious and anxious, and the advantage that his team members had just established vanished.

"Stay hidden!! Besides the sniper, the other side has skilled players, not gang members, but professionals!!"

Just as Harrison's team members took cover again, the white smoke screen began to thin out. The torrential rain washed over the earth, and although the smoke grenade that Viper threw was of excellent quality, it still couldn't last long in the face of Seattle's unreasonable downpour.

Those figures, which had been hidden at the edge of the smoke and were originally like ghosts, became clear in the green vision of the Lyon night vision goggles.

"We've found you."

Lyon lay on the slippery, damp slope, his breathing suppressed to a minimum.

He ignored the Blood Gang henchmen who were firing aimlessly, and steadily moved his gun to lock onto two figures at the edge of the smoke who were clearly tactically trained and were taking turns providing cover fire.

Those were the remaining two mercenaries.

"Bang!"

The M24 rifle suddenly jolted.

One of the mercenaries, who was preparing to throw a grenade at the ACU flank, suddenly tilted his head, his helmet was blown off, and he collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

The other companion reacted quickly, instinctively trying to retreat back into cover.

But Leon's second bullet was faster than his movement.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the thin metal sheet at the edge of the bunker and entered his chest cavity.

In just two seconds, two high-value threat targets were eliminated.

"call……"

Leon exhaled a breath of stale air, pressed the intercom, and his voice, transmitted through the electrical current to each team member's ears, still sounded frighteningly calm:

"Took down two more 'professionals.' The rest are just street thugs who only know how to hold a gun horizontally."

"Harrison, don't let them breathe."

He had originally intended to say something like "for justice" or "don't embarrass me," but he swallowed the words back.

Forget it, there's no need.

For these mad dogs who fight for money and excitement, nothing is more motivating than seeing the enemy fall and victory in sight.

Now, only one goal remains.

Lyon's crosshair slowly moved, finally settling on the center of the battlefield, on the man hiding behind the SUV, frantically waving his arms to direct the remaining henchmen to fight back.

It was obvious at a glance that he was the commander of this mercenary squad.

"If we take him down, this rabble will collapse instantly."