Chapter 2, 3, 4

Li Ang swiftly cleared the floors, his feet stepping in pools of flowing blood, striding over severed limbs, advancing along the fifth-floor corridor.

Behind him followed a group of special operations team members, most of whom were injured or sick, supporting each other, dragging their qiangs, closely following Li Ang's footsteps.

These S.W.A.T. team members were truly in a dilemma.

Outside the apartment building, there were hidden enemy snipers. Anyone leaving the building would be immediately sniped, making escape impossible.

Moreover, more gang reinforcements could arrive from outside at any moment, making the first and second floors unsafe as well.

They happened to run into Li Ang clearing the floors, so they followed behind him, obeying his commands.

After clearing most of the rooms on the floor, Li Ang stopped and listened carefully for a while.

He turned to the team leader, Manny Pacquiao, and said, "Captain, let's take a break and regroup."

Pacquiao, who had been shot in the calf, looked pale. He leaned on a companion, standing with a limp, and asked hesitantly, "Won't they rush down?"

"Not for now."

Li Ang shook his head. "Those drug addicts aren't that stupid. They're probably waiting for us at the sixth-floor stairwell."

The gang members scattered on each floor weren't fools. As communication on the radio channel was lost one after another, they began to consciously retreat, gathering towards the sixth floor.

They had received basic military training. Although not elite, they knew how to allocate light and heavy weapons and weave a crossfire network.

The "匚" shaped building wasn't too big, nor was it too small. As long as ambushes were set up at each stairwell and elevator entrance on the sixth floor, it would be difficult for the special operations team to charge up.

The situation had now reached a stalemate. The longer it dragged on, the more likely other strongmen in Marawi City would send reinforcements.

The S.W.A.T. team members watched Li Ang push open a wooden door and followed him into the room.

The room had already been cleared, with the corpse of a drug addict lying on the floor. Li Ang kicked it aside, pulled the room's curtains closed, and worked with his companions to move the refrigerator, sofa, tables, and chairs to block the door.

Temporarily safe, the officers breathed a sigh of relief. Those with minor injuries bandaged the wounds of the seriously injured.

The officers who still had strength squatted on the ground with Li Ang, comparing notes on the apartment building's blueprints.

"The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous the situation becomes for us."

Li Ang said, "Enemy reinforcements could arrive at any time. If we just go up the stairs like this, I'm afraid we'll be shredded by all kinds of qiangs the moment we show our heads.

Now we have to reorganize our available forces and find a way to tupofengsuo (break through)."

"D-Do we have to continue the mission?"

A young, baby-faced officer stammered, "We can hide here and wait for reinforcements from the department..."

Captain Manny Pacquiao glanced at him and shook his head bitterly, saying, "We don't have any. I already contacted the department just now, but didn't get any response.

品 (Drugs) are rampant in Marawi City. From the low-level officers to the high-level executives in the department, all of them are profiting from the drug supply chain. They're hoping we die; there's no way they'll come to support us."

Manny Pacquiao paused, looked around at his companions' pale faces, and said quietly, "Santos Aquino is the most beloved younger brother of Cruz Aquino, the rebel leader.

The rebels are outside the city and could attack at any time.

The department is even less likely to come to support us at this time.

If they weren't afraid of going too far and attracting future reckoning, I'm afraid the department would have already driven over to help Tama Riyadi '剿灭' (exterminate) us.”

The atmosphere in the living room was heavy. The officers, who were already in low spirits, became even more desperate. Li Ang looked at Manny Pacquiao, speechless.

Hey, brother, are you sure you weren't sent by the enemy to undermine our morale?

"Ahem,"

Li Ang cleared his throat and said to his companions, "Now we can only rely on ourselves. Let's take stock of our equipment and personnel who can still move."

There were a total of twelve officers still alive in the living room, six of whom were seriously injured, four were slightly injured, and only five were still able to move freely and had combat capabilities.

They didn't lack qiang械dànyào (firearms and ammunition). There were SCAR-H assault rifles, HK-MP5A2 submachine guns, xiàndànqiang (shotgun) M4 Super 90s, handheld light bulletproof shields, and two FN40GL under-barrel grenade launchers that could be attached to the SCAR-H rifles.

After a little discussion, Li Ang formed the five able-bodied men into a five-man squad.

At the front was the shield-bearer, holding a riot shield and a suppressed pistol, responsible for resisting enemy fire.

The second man held a submachine gun, responsible for medium- and close-range firepower suppression.

The third was Li Ang, holding a SCAR rifle with a grenade launcher, responsible for medium- and long-range shooting.

The fourth man held the xiàndànqiang (shotgun), responsible for forced entry and close combat.

The fifth man also held a SCAR rifle, responsible for guarding against enemies from behind.

The temporary five-man combat squad was quickly formed. The next thing to do was to find a way to eliminate the enemy's high-ground snipers.

Now the enemy had their eyes on the fifth-floor stairwell. It would be easy to be locked onto by jujiqiang (sniper rifles) when moving through the stairwell.

Li Ang took out the walkie-talkie and contacted the special operations team's sniper. After a brief conversation, he confirmed the enemy sniper information.

"At least four people, all using SVD sniper rifles. One is on the left side of the '匚' building's 层 (floor), one is on the right side's seventh 层 (floor), one is on the top floor of a distant building, and the remaining one's location is unknown."

Li Ang muttered to himself, took out three DJI Mavic Pro Platinum drones from his backpack,

On each drone, he tied a shouliudàn (hand grenade) with silk thread.

The silk thread was connected to the grenade's pull ring. As long as there was a sudden jolt, the shouliudàn (hand grenade) would be thrown to the ground, detonating it.

Li Ang took out three smartphones, placed them in front of him, and connected them to the drones respectively.

The smartphone screens displayed the images from the drone cameras. Li Ang had his companions slightly open the curtains. His ten fingers were like playing the piano, pressing on the smartphone screens.

Three drones, like flying birds, flew out of the window lightly and quickly, each flying in a different direction.

Thanks to his high agility and intelligence attributes, Li Ang's ten fingers didn't interfere at all. Each finger seemed to have its own life, smoothly manipulating the drones to advance, retreat, dive, and climb.

The enemy snipers hiding in the building saw the drones brazenly fly through the open space in the middle of the "匚" shaped apartment building, charging straight towards them.

WTF? What the hell is that?

These snipers threw their jujiqiang (sniper rifles) on the ground, pulled out their qiangs (pistols), and fired at the drones in mid-air.

However, the drones suddenly climbed, suddenly descended, suddenly turned a corner, suddenly flipped over in the air, with extremely coquettish movements. The qiang (pistol) dànjia (magazine) was emptied without hitting a single shot.

The snipers were so frightened that their souls almost left their bodies. They turned and rushed towards the door, but the drones swiftly rushed into the open window, crashing into them together with the shouliudàn (hand grenades).

You have a special delivery, the kind that self-destructs.

Boom, boom, boom.

The three explosions overlapped, and Li Ang

looked at the smartphone screens, all of which had turned completely black, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Controlling three drones at once consumed a lot of mental and physical energy. It was really tiring.

He wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, looked back at his astonished, dumbfounded companions, and said casually, "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

Player Fierce