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Pristo, accompanied by William, stealthily boarded the ship while the gunfight raged above. Under the bright lights of the bustling port, they observed that the situation was dire for the Cobra Gang; the firepower from the submachine guns far surpassed that of their two small handguns.
The three members of the Cobra Gang seemed to forget about precision shooting, holding down their triggers and unleashing a barrage of gunfire. The smugglers could barely raise their heads, forced to shrink behind a cargo box, fighting and retreating simultaneously. However, with the top deck of the transport ship being so small, retreating too much would leave them with nowhere to go.
They could still hear the furious shouts from the Cobra Gang: "Damn it! Mark still owes me money! If you kill him, who am I supposed to collect from?"
The two smugglers remained silent, waiting for an opportunity to strike back. They fired two shots in quick succession before retreating behind a red cargo box, too wary to move further back. That red cargo box was crucial for them; even facing three submachine guns without any cover, they had to hold their ground in front of it.
The Cobra Gang members laughed exaggeratedly, "Not hiding anymore? My adorable little mice!"
"If you’re not hiding, then I’ll treat you to some delicious brass bullets! Be careful now; they’re brass bullets, not your favorite butter!"
Seeing this, Pristo knew there was no time to hesitate. He signaled William to follow him and prepare for a surprise attack from behind. William didn’t have time to ask his captain why they were ambushing; he suppressed all his doubts and nodded, drawing his gun and aiming, waiting for Pristo’s signal.
Pristo didn’t make William wait long. As the three members of the Cobra Gang were behind cover shooting at two smugglers and spraying bullets everywhere, he shouted, “Fire!”
Bang! Bang!
Pristo's aim was precise; one shot struck a target in the head while he quickly shifted his aim and fired again, hitting another in the back. William was equally skilled, taking down his target with a headshot as well. His excellent marksmanship had earned him a place in the Investigation Bureau; his instructor even claimed that if he joined the military, he would surely become a godly shooter.
In such close-range combat where one could shoot from behind targets, missing would have been humiliating enough for William to consider resigning on the spot. For those living abroad, this might seem ordinary; however, for those who had never seen firearms in their lives, it was quite thrilling.
"Wow! I truly understand now; in front of bullets, all lives are equal—any life can fall with a single shot."
"Wow! Now this is exciting! This is what a real police-and-thief gunfight drama looks like!"
It must be said, the people from the Investigation Bureau have impressive marksmanship, each shot a guaranteed kill.
In the blink of an eye, all five members of the Smuggling and Cobra Gang were wiped out without a single survivor.
William felt a bit dazed, his hand gripping the firearm trembling slightly. Did this mean he had triumphed over evil?
A flicker of joy surged within him.
But he had also taken lives. His heart was conflicted, nauseous, chaotic; he felt like he might vomit.
William fought to suppress the strange feelings that accompanied his first kill, trying to divert his attention by asking, "Captain? Is this really okay?"
Pristo did not respond immediately. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke before finally answering, "No."
The armed assault on the transport ship at the port was met with resistance after we attempted to negotiate their surrender. They refused to comply with our demands, giving us the right to shoot on the spot.
William opened his mouth, wanting to question his captain. They had never even attempted to negotiate! Not to mention the fact that those from the Cobra Gang had resisted arrest with force. From start to finish, they had been lurking in the shadows, firing from cover.
It seemed Pristo could read the rookie's doubts in William's silence. He casually flicked away the ash from his cigarette as if brushing off the garbage of life. "Newbie."
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