Chapter 1

Inside a second-floor room in a slum's White House.

A curtain was shaking violently, accompanied by the sounds of intense lovemaking and the occasional scream from a woman.

On the sofa opposite the curtain, an officer glanced at his watch, frowned, and said sternly, "Mr. Imre, I must remind you, the money has already been transferred to your account."

The curtain continued to shake, and the person inside ignored the officer. The officer's face darkened, his fingers unconsciously fidgeting. He said nothing more.

After about five or six minutes, the curtain was suddenly thrown open, and a bare-chested, muscular black man emerged, pulling up his pants. This was Imre, the leader of the local Black Hand gang.

Imre walked directly to the sofa opposite the officer, lit a cigar, and said with a smile, "I respect Mr. Gustav, and I am willing to work for him, but I prefer money."

"The price we offered is not low..." the officer began.

"Not enough." Imre interrupted the officer, then held up a finger. "Everyone else is getting the same price, why should my men be the vanguard? If you want my men to charge ahead, you have to add another ten million."

"That's impossible!" the officer immediately shook his head.

"I'm worth the price." Imre stared directly at the officer. "I can take off the head of that Chinese commander's nephew and send it to Gustav as a trophy to hang on the wall. Those dirty yellow-skinned monkeys will also become..."

"Boom!"

Before Imre could finish speaking, a violent explosion suddenly came from upstairs. After a moment of deafness, Imre quickly stood up and roared, "Check upstairs!"

At this moment, the ceiling of the third floor was blown open, and the room was filled with dust and chaos. Two team members lay at the hole, providing cover fire downwards, while four team members rappelled into the room under the cover of the chaos.

"Da-da-da!"

Bullets swept across the bodies of the burly men who couldn't dodge in time, erupting in clouds of blood mist. Playing cards on the nearby gambling table were also swept away by stray bullets, scattering everywhere.

After a dozen seconds, the dust settled, and five team members cautiously cleared the scene, slowly heading towards the door.

At the doorway, the leading Anxi team member made a gesture, then quickly opened the door. The team members behind him immediately threw two grenades into the corridor on either side.

"Boom, boom!"

After two explosions, the team charged into the corridor in a wedge formation, quickly heading towards the stairwell with their automatic rifles.

Just then, a door at the corner of the corridor was suddenly opened, and two or three burly black men rushed out, holding automatic rifles.

Both sides exchanged fire fiercely, sending countless fragments flying. A small team used the walls for cover, successfully killing two of the opponents, while another lay motionless in a pool of blood.

The team continued to move forward, firing additional shots at the bodies as they passed.

Suddenly, the figure in the pool of blood in the corner abruptly stood up, clutching a grenade, and lunged forward. "You sons of bitches, let's die together!"

...

Downstairs, Qiu Ge and the others had reached the front of the White House. He stared intently at the burly men who had heard the commotion and were preparing to rush into the building, and whispered into his headset, "Action."

Qiu Ge cocked his gun and walked up behind a burly man in three or two steps, pressing the muzzle against his head and firing two shots.

The gunshots instantly alerted the men in front. Just as they were about to turn around, Qiu Ge and Xiao Yu and the other three opened fire. Intense gunfire erupted, and all six or seven of the opposing men fell into a pool of blood.

Without even looking, Qiu Ge and the others quickly ran towards the entrance, simultaneously pulling the pins on their grenades and throwing them into the building.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Four grenades exploded simultaneously, shaking the building once again, leaving the floor covered in blood and body parts.

Qiu Ge entered and immediately closed the main door on the first floor, bolting it shut. Xiao Yu glanced down the corridor on the first floor and said, "I'll go see if Imre is on the first floor."

Qiu Ge grabbed him. "No need. Judging from the scattered traces of the body parts on the ground, these people must have been trying to rush upstairs."

Xiao Yu nodded, and Qiu Ge heard the report from the team members upstairs in his earpiece: "Third floor cleared, two casualties, preparing to clear the second floor."

"Okay, we're heading to the second floor to regroup." Qiu Ge reached down, picked up an automatic rifle that hadn't been destroyed in the explosion, cocked it, and led Xiao Yu and the others upstairs.

"Da-da-da!" As soon as they reached the second floor, a barrage of bullets swept over. Qiu Ge ducked behind the wall and calmly said, "Cut the power!"

Two team members simultaneously raised their guns and shot out the electrical box in the stairwell. With a burst of sparks, the entire White House went dark. Qiu Ge took out a flashlight, raised his gun, and led the others in.

"Da-da-da!"

A burst of intense gunfire echoed through the building. After their eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, they discovered that the hall was full of corpses, with only one officer left, squatting on the ground against the wall, raising his hands and shivering.

Qiu Ge looked around and saw Imre pushing open a window, preparing to jump out and escape.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced Imre's right arm. He lost his balance and collapsed on the windowsill.

Qiu Ge strode over, grabbed Imre, pulled him down, and pinned him to the ground.

Imre clutched his thigh and howled hysterically, "You sons of bitches!! Who are you working for...!"

"Bang, bang!"

Two Anxi intelligence team members used the butts of their guns to strike Imre's head in a simple and brutal manner, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

After Imre shut up, Qiu Ge looked out the window that Imre had pushed open. Outside the White House, hundreds of Black Hand members had gathered, densely packed, all holding guns, surrounding the White House.

"Da-da-da!"

A barrage of bullets swept across the window. Qiu Ge pulled his head back and ordered into his headset with a blank expression, "Third team, change positions, prepare to extract us."

After speaking, Qiu Ge waved his hand, instructing two team members to escort Imre away.

"Take him too." Qiu Ge glanced at the officer in military uniform squatting beside him and said concisely.

Just as they were about to go downstairs, a door next to them was suddenly kicked open, and a black man rushed out with a machete, aiming for Qiu Ge's stomach.

Qiu Ge sidestepped, and the knife cut a large gash in his waist, instantly spraying blood. The team member next to him immediately opened fire, riddling the black man with bullets.

Qiu Ge took off his shirt and directly tied it around his waist to stop the bleeding, then continued to lead his team members downstairs, holding his automatic rifle.

At this moment, a "bang" came from the front door. The door was kicked open, and dozens of armed black men rushed in, surrounding Qiu Ge and the others.

"Get out of here!" Qiu Ge pointed the gun at Imre's head and cursed at the Black Hand members, but they didn't budge.

Imre grinned. "My God, what are you thinking? Do you really think you can take me away with just a few of you? Take a good look, these are all my men! Each one of them can turn you into mincemeat with a single shot!"

Hearing this, Qiu Ge threw his automatic rifle to his subordinate. He grabbed the hair of the officer next to him, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed him in the neck, shouting in English as he stabbed, "Get out, get out of here!"

The officer died on the spot, blood spurting from his neck! The men below were somewhat moved and silently took two or three steps back.

"I told you to back off!!!" Qiu Ge's entire upper body was stained red with blood. He pushed the officer's body down the stairs, then grabbed Imre and stabbed him twice in the waist! Then another stab, in Imre's thigh, then he sliced downwards, cutting open a bloody gash.

"Are you backing off or not?" Qiu Ge pointed the blood-stained military dagger at the black men downstairs, his face expressionless, his eyes fierce.

Imre's legs went weak. He endured the pain and hurriedly shouted, "Listen to him! Everyone, get out of here!!"

The crowd then retreated. As soon as they left the White House, Qiu Ge immediately ordered into the microphone, "Second team, move out."

On the street behind them, seven or eight team members hidden in the shadows suddenly pulled triangular scarves over their faces, took out grenades, and threw them at the crowd in front of the White House.