The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 152: Very Insulting

It was late at night and the warehouse was brightly lit.

AKs, ARs and shotguns were placed on the shelves, and everyone was choosing the most suitable weapon.

Ayala stood in front of the whiteboard and drew a simple building floor plan based on the information provided by Ramirez.

Camilla, who had changed into a black combat uniform, drew the saber from her waist, pointed at the floor plan, and said to her men, "Brothers, there are only two targets, a man and a woman, but don't underestimate them, this pair of dogs and bitches are both top gun masters."

She didn't find a photo of Hawke Osment, so she pinned a poster of Erica Ferguson from the newspaper to the side of the whiteboard. "This is one of the goals. I don't ask to capture her alive, just kill her."

A bearded man said, "This chick is so hot."

"Her shooting skills are even hotter than her body!" Camilla reminded, boosting morale: "Kill either Erica Ferguson or Hawke Osment, and you'll get a bonus of $200 million in addition to your basic salary."

As soon as these words were spoken, more than a dozen strong men began to breathe rapidly.

In a place like Mexico, a few thousand dollars is enough to make you desperate.

Camilla Sabre pointed to the back door on the floor plan and said to the bearded man, "Quevas, you take seven people to attack from the back to prevent them from escaping. The others follow me in through the front door."

She looked at a bald man and said, "Cesco, you lead a team to attack the garage from this side, and the rest of you follow me to attack the main entrance of the villa."

"Yes!" These people responded in unison.

All the people Camilla brought with her this time are elite soldiers. Before joining the Mule Gang, they had a common identity: Mexican drug enforcement police.

As Campos told Hawke, many people do this business in Mexico in order to have the capital to switch careers and become traffickers.

Everyone had already chosen their weapons. Camilla picked up her AR and emphasized again: "Remember, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Ayala added: "After you succeed, follow Plan 2 and disperse. If anyone is caught by the LAPD, remember what to say. Your family will live a prosperous life."

The group of desperadoes got into several cars, including two tall trucks.

Ayala drove to the entrance security booth with someone, and walked in with the help of his money and a fake reporter badge.

Just when Anbao was counting the money, the two men suddenly attacked and sent Anbao to God to count the money.

Several cars drove into the Yinhu community and arrived near the target villa under the cover of night. Two tall trucks leaned against the wall.

On the second floor of the villa, the lights were on in the master bedroom.

Hawke, who had just finished practicing his marksmanship, took a shower and put on his shorts. He came up behind Erica, who was drying her hair, and said, "Your mother came to see me a few days ago."

Erica glanced back and said, "I heard from my mother that she plans to invest in your new company."

Hawke suddenly heard a vibration. It was a warning from the security system that the villa was being invaded.

He tapped the computer keyboard in the room, and the surveillance footage appeared on the screen.

Under the hidden surveillance cameras, there were many cars parked in front and behind the villa wall, including two trucks, which were parked in front of the wall. Several gunmen climbed into the yard from the trucks.

In this short period of time, Erica turned off the hair dryer, took off the leather band on her wrist, and tied her hair.

Hawke opened the cupboard near the computer, took out a tactical vest and threw it to Erica. He put on another one as quickly as possible, and took out an AR15 from one side of the drawer. He gave one to Erica first, and then took out another one.

There were three AR magazines, a Glock pistol, headsets, sabers and simple gas masks on the tactical vests of the two men.

In a moment, Hawke and Erica were fully armed and had even installed flash hiders on their rifles.

"There are more than 20 targets, attack them from the front and back." Hawke reminded: "You are at the back and I am at the front."

Erica left the room without saying a word, holding the gun.

As she ran quickly, she had already dialed 911: "I am Erica Ferguson, the chief of detectives. My number is... 10 residences in the Silver Lake community have been attacked by more than 20 heavily armed bandits. Requesting support! Please send SWAT support as quickly as possible!"

LAPD Parker Center was immediately alerted, and the Air Support Division and SWAT(D), part of the Special Operations Bureau, sounded the alarm.

But it will take time for them to get here, and Hawke and Erica have to hold on.

Erica opened the north-facing multi-window house and rushed in quickly. She came to a window and tapped the keyboard with her fingers. The surveillance screen appeared on the computer screen, and the infrared thermal imaging was activated. The figures of 8 people were clearly visible.

She put on the headset and said, "I have eight here."

Hawke said, "There are 13 people in the front yard."

Two ladders were lowered near the front yard wall, and 13 fully armed men in black, including Camilla, entered one after another.

It was very quiet inside the villa, and the light in the largest window on the second floor was always on.

Camilla pointed left and right, and Cesco and a few others moved quickly to the front and side.

Ayala leaned against a lamp post and waved his hand: "Fernando, stun grenades!"

The couple were skilled in shooting and had great skills, and they had prepared a big gift.

A 1.9-meter-tall burly man walked forward with two people.

Fernando was holding a large-caliber shotgun that was large enough to blast through ordinary bulletproof glass.

The other two took off the expensive stun grenades from their waists.

On the second floor, Hawke said, "Pay attention, I'm going to turn on the lights."

Erica responded: "Got it."

Hawke pressed the remote control, and the lights in the bedroom on the second floor went out. At the same time, dazzling lights came on in the front and back yards, as if it was noon in broad daylight.

The security system was also fully activated.

Suddenly, the night turned into day. The people in the courtyard found it difficult to adapt for a moment and subconsciously closed their eyes.

Others fired in self-defense forward.

Gunshots rang out, hitting the walls and glass on the first and second floors. The bulletproof glass blocked the attack.

Hawke had already set up an AR15 in front of the window. Within a distance of 50 meters, the armed men in black were no different from the fixed targets on the shooting range.

He barely needed to aim, relying on the feeling gained from long-term shooting practice, he pointed the gun at the tallest strong man. Bang, bang, bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out, and three blood flowers exploded on Fernando's broad chest and abdomen.

He fell to the ground without even a scream.

The two people following him wanted to lie down, and one of them felt something under his feet. A not-so-obvious electric shock sounded, and smoke came out above his head.

The last time I was conscious, I found that my companion's head not far away had exploded like a rotten watermelon.

The muzzle of the gun moved, and Hawke fired repeatedly. The poor man with smoke coming out of his head was shot in the chest and fell straight down.

The rest of the group sought cover, some hiding behind trees, some behind decorative stone sculptures, and some simply lay prone on the ground.

After this brief adjustment, their eyes were almost accustomed to the light. They raised their guns one by one and fired at the place where the gunshots came from on the second floor and the lights on on the top floor.

The bullet flew over and hit the window, making crackling sounds.

Large spider-web-like cracks appeared on the glass, but none of them shattered immediately.

Hawke had already ducked behind the masonry and concrete wall and dodged to another window.

"Lights, take out those lights." Camilla commanded loudly and raised her gun to shoot. The bullets from the AR hit the lampshade on the top floor, but the lights did not go out.

She cursed inwardly, "All the bastards living here are perverts!"

Ayala hid behind a thick tree and used the light to see what was happening on the glass. That couple was really perverted. They actually used bulletproof glass!

Then he realized something was wrong; the gunshots were too sparse.

Some people didn't shoot!
It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Someone screamed from behind a stone sculpture.

This guy had very high military literacy. At the moment the gunshot rang out, even though his eyes were irritated by the bright light and he couldn't see clearly for a moment, he still relied on his memory to jump behind the stone sculpture.

He was lying on the ground, raising his gun to shoot, when he suddenly felt something vibrate under him.

The metal crown on top of the stone sculpture shook slightly, and a ball inlaid on it fell down and exploded in mid-air.

The sound is not loud, the power is average, but it is very insulting.

The ball is filled with ultra-high concentrations of capsaicin and capsaicin, similar to those used in pepper spray.

The liquid exploded and landed on the Mexican's body, hands, face, and flew into his eyes.

That feeling is worse than being sprayed in the face by the police.

The man screamed and subconsciously tried to wipe his eyes, but the liquid on his hand got on his eyes again, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He lost control of his body and his head emerged from behind the statue.

As Ayala watched, the man was shot in the head, ending all the suffering.

Almost at the same time, another person tried to rush behind the stone platform, but after running a few steps, he fell into a pit that suddenly appeared.

At the bottom of the pit, sharp steel drills were flashing cold light.

This person suddenly became more cautious.

Ayala was confused about the situation for a moment and pressed his body against the tree trunk.

On the branch above, a package was opened, and a soft net with metal wires and weighted balls fell down, covering an area of ​​more than ten square meters.

There was a deadly gunman on the second floor. Ayala heard the sound of wind above his head. He had no time to dodge, nor did he dare to hide away. He put his hands on his head.

The net fell down and touched Ayala's skin. Electric sparks flashed and crackled. Ayala turned his head hard to look at Camilla, but did not see his beloved, and fell to the ground with a thud.

bang bang bang-

The fatal AR went off three times in succession, two shots hit Ayala in the chest and one hit his neck.

Five or six meters away, Camilla, who was hiding behind the base of a lamp pole, stared at Ayala's head, with only a small part of his neck attached to his body, her eyes wide open.

She raised her gun, pointed it at the second-floor window, and fired repeatedly.

But the other party is hiding in the dark, and even the glass is bulletproof. How can we fight them?
Gunshots and screams were also heard from the backyard of the villa.

Her people were being slaughtered!

This is totally different from what I expected.

The plan was to sneak in secretly and launch a thundering attack. Even if they were discovered, they could use their advantage in numbers and firepower to kill the couple.

Just as this thought came to Camilla's mind, Cesco's left leg caught fire on the other side, and he rolled out to try to put out the fire.

Under the bright light, even if the target with flames was rolling, it was just a small dish for Hawke hiding in the dark.

He moved the muzzle quickly, using the sound of the gunshot to name the target while helping to eliminate the pain.

After three shots, the target could no longer feel the burning of the flames and let the flames burn onto his torso.

He nodded twitchingly, as if expressing silent thanks.

The few people who were still alive in the front yard raised their guns and fired wildly at the second floor.

But there are many windows on the second floor, all of which are equipped with bulletproof glass. Hawke is in the dark, high above, and in control of the situation.

He changed his position, aimed at the place where the gun flash appeared, and emptied the magazine in one breath.

A Mexican guy holding an AR fell to the ground.

Hawke changed the magazine and frowned slightly.

The handiwork was not perfect; some security mechanisms were not triggered or did not activate after being triggered.

There is still a lot of room for improvement.

(End of this chapter)