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The cold wind howled through the pitch-black night, and large snowflakes fell in a flurry. More than ten figures huddled together in a patch of snow, scanning the area with night vision scopes mounted on their firearms. Xu Li furrowed his brow; there were still Caucasians in the yard, which complicated matters.
This kind of situation was straightforward. Alexei also lowered his scope and brushed off the snow accumulating on his gear. "Our equipment isn't specialized for this kind of infiltration, and it's been years since we had proper training. Let's go for a strong assault."
Professional tasks should be left to professionals, so Xu Li fell silent, considering himself just an ordinary assault soldier. Alexei signaled to four snipers: "You choose your vantage points. Report back once you're set."
The four men nodded and turned to leave, while the remaining ten returned to the vehicle. They opened the trunk, hoisted their gear onto their shoulders, activated their phones' camera functions, and tucked them into the compartments of their bulletproof vests, exposing the lenses before closing the trunk and braving the wind and snow toward the three villas.
It was uncertain whether something had gone wrong on Makarov's end that alerted them, but it was clear that all three villas were crawling with armed men. Some scoundrels were dragging young girls from the basement, laughing sinisterly as they forced them.
After about ten minutes, all four snipers were ready. Their mission was to secure Villa One and Villa Two; no one was to escape or provide support before the assault team cleared Villa One.
Boom!
The heavy iron gate was blown off its hinges. Alexei stepped aside with the launcher while Xu Li fired another shot at the villa's front door: whoosh—boom!
"Enemies! Enemies!"
A chorus of girls' screams echoed from within the villa, accompanied by shouts from men. Alexei gestured with his right hand, and ten men crouched as they entered the yard. Two burly men flanked each side and fired a three-round burst into a doghouse where a Caucasian was hiding; there was a whimper before silence fell.
The stout Yuri rushed toward the villa's electrical box and unleashed a volley of bullets into the metal casing. Sparks flew as darkness enveloped the villa. In panic, three flashbangs were tossed through the shattered windows and front door: bang! bang! bang!
"Ah! My eyes!"
Alexei led the charge inside, equipped with a fresh magazine. Through his night vision scope, he fired rapidly—two shots to the chest and one to the head. Even Yama would shake his head at such precision compared to others; Xu Li wielded a shotgun, taking down targets one by one with headshots.
Underneath night vision goggles, watermelon-sized splatters erupted everywhere.
"Don't worry, Mr. Irfan; a heart that's only years old will surely keep you lively."
A plump middle-aged man smiled at another middle-aged man lying on a gurney before wheeling him into the operating room. On another surgical table inside, a young man lay peacefully asleep while three doctors in white coats nodded at the middle-aged man before beginning pre-surgery disinfection.
Just as the plump man intended to leave, all lights in the underground operating room went out, causing him to blink in surprise. He pulled out his phone and turned on its flashlight. As he hurriedly exited the basement, he realized that the entire villa had plunged into darkness, with gunfire erupting from the neighboring villa.
"Popov is taking people to check on the situation."
In the dark hall, a burly man's voice rang out: "Boss is gone; all five are dead. There are snipers outside."
The overweight middle-aged man was Sergei, grumbling as he pulled out his phone. "Director Igor, I'm in trouble over here. Can you send someone to assist me?"
In the office, Igor frowned slightly, his expression troubled. "You're having trouble too? That's strange. I..."
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