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

With the huge carrot of embezzling the spoils hanging in the air, and with the absolute strength Leon had just displayed as a big stick, these troublemakers from ACU were now acting with an outrageous level of efficiency.

"Quick, quick, stop touching them! Those are dead people's shoes, they're worthless!"

"You three come with me to block off the road!"

"Jacob, stop lying there groaning. As long as your intestines aren't spilling out, get up and come with me to push that smoking SUV across the road!"

The team members, who had just been looting the corpses like a flock of vultures, instantly transformed from bandits into elite soldiers at Leon's command.

They swiftly kicked aside the bodies that hadn't been completely looted, and in pairs, chanting in unison, they forcefully pushed the two wrecked Blood Gang SUVs to the narrowest part of the intersection.

Bright yellow warning tape was quickly put up, and even a few traffic cones that seemed to have been smuggled from somewhere were placed there.

In just one minute.

A temporary checkpoint that looked impregnable and even had a bit of a battlefield feel was thus formed.

Lyon stood in the rain, watching these guys' fluid movements, and even had a strange feeling.

Am I really the group leader at ACU?

Did he actually become the commander of some mercenary group?

They're the kind of people who, if paid enough and given the right orders, would tear down the Pentagon's doors and sell them for scrap metal.

"call……"

Leon exhaled a breath of stale air, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Mia beside him.

Since the end of the battle, Mia had been keeping a half-step behind him, still holding a gun in her hand, but she was clearly still recovering from the bloody and violent impact.

Feeling Leon's gaze, Mia shuddered and her movements visibly stiffened.

She looked around at her busy colleagues, then at Leon's still bleeding side, and stammered, "..."

"Boss? Should I...do something?"

She gestured with the gun in her hand, then pointed to Leon's waist:

"Do you need me to help you move the roadblocks? Or... should I support you? You've lost a lot of blood and look like you might faint at any moment..."

"We don't need it for now."

Lyon waved his hand and forced himself to straighten his back.

"Your task now is very simple."

He pointed to the spot next to him:

"Stay right next to me and watch how I flirt with Hayes next, then you can improvise."

"I'm going to meet our Federation friend who's come all the way from afar."

The voice just fell.

A long line of black Chevrolets, accompanied by piercing sirens, stormed up to the intersection.

"Squeak—!!!"

The sound of brakes slamming together filled the air.

Dozens of fully armed federal task force members wearing bulletproof vests with the word "FBI" printed on them jumped out of the vehicle, raising their M4 carbines and their tactical flashlight beams swaying wildly in the rainy night, heading straight for the cordon.

"FBI, get out of the way!"

"This is a major crime scene under federal jurisdiction. Lift the cordon immediately!"

The team members at ACU are no pushovers either.

Harrison and a few men positioned themselves behind the police line, their guns not directly pointed at the other side, but in a dangerously low-profile, alert position.

"Step back, this is Seattle Police Department controlled area!"

Harrison yelled at the top of his lungs, spitting all over the face of the first agent:

"No one is allowed to pass without Chief Sterling's orders, not even if you were sent by God!"

"Who the hell are you pushing? Believe me or not, I'll report you for assaulting a police officer!"

"There are unexploded ordnance here. For your safety, please step back!"

The two sides were huddled together on either side of the cordon, pushing, shoving, and shouting, their shoulders bumping against each other. Although everyone was still relatively restrained and didn't actually raise their guns to point at their own men, the tension was so high it was about to explode.

Amid the chaos, Perkins lowered his head, silently walked through the crowd, returned to the FBI's camp, and quickly disappeared behind the group of men in black.

Hayes, with a dark expression, strode through the crowd toward Lyon, who was standing at the front.

Upon getting closer, he pointed at Leon's nose through the yellow police tape and began to roar, spitting more densely than raindrops:

"Vanse, you damn cowboy!!"

"What are you doing?! This is surveillance, surveillance! Do you even know how to spell this word? Surveillance!"

"The plan! What we need is the damn surveillance plan, a long-term strategy to catch a big fish! Who gave you permission to act? Who gave you the authority to turn this place into a Syrian battlefield on your very first day?!"

"This is a major federal case, you brainless brute!"

Despite Hayes's sonic attack, Leon showed no remorse whatsoever.

He leaned against the sieve-like truck, even picking his ear with his little finger, then innocently roared back, louder than Hayes:

"Huh?! What did you say?! The rain is too heavy, I can't hear you!"

"What do you mean I ruined the plan?! Hayes, your intelligence is nothing but a steaming pile of dog shit!"

Lyon took a step forward, his imposing presence instantly overshadowing Hayes:

"Roughly in an industrial area? Within a possible three-mile radius? You call that intelligence? My grandma's coordinates from a crystal ball are more accurate than yours!"

"And your secrecy was like a sieve; we'd only parked the car for less than ten minutes when the other side set up sniper rifles!"

"My brothers almost all died here. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you'd be seeing a pile of police corpses right now! Would you be writing a report saying we failed in our mission?!"

"you……"

Hayes was speechless for a moment.

He knew, of course, that his intelligence network might indeed be a little too broad, and that the drug dealers might have been aware of it beforehand, but how could he possibly admit it?

Federal agents never make mistakes; the only ones who make mistakes are the local police officers who enforce the law.

So he stubbornly decided to abandon logic and simply have a shouting contest; whoever shouts the loudest is right.

"That was a federal decision. You didn't have the right to fire. You should have retreated! Instead of playing the hero!"

"Look at all these corpses! How do you explain this? Where are the survivors?! You didn't leave a single one alive?!"

"They resisted arrest, and they had guns; they wanted to kill us!"

Lyon spread his hands, a look of utter helplessness on his face, but his voice remained loud and clear:

"We were acting in self-defense. Were we just going to stand there and let them kill us, so you could have material for your report?!"

"Bullshit! You're doing this on purpose!"

"You're the one talking nonsense! You're just trying to steal the credit. What? Now that everyone's dead, you're getting desperate? Where was your task force during the gunfight? Were you pumping up tires two kilometers away?!"

The two men, separated by a police cordon, exchanged heated words, their faces flushed and necks red, creating a rather comical scene.

On one side are federal elites dressed in expensive suits, soaked to the bone, and on the other side are street patrol officers covered in mud and blood, righteous and self-righteous.

The ACU team members and FBI agents around them were initially pushing and shoving each other, but now they gradually calmed down and looked at each other, wanting to mediate but unable to get a word in edgewise. They could only awkwardly watch their leaders argue like two middle-aged women fighting over discounted eggs at a market.