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Chapter 174 No matter who it is, kill them on sight!
[Damage received: Recovery +1]

[Damage received: Blood coagulation speed +1]

The concrete bricks and rubble from the explosion had scraped Roy's shoulder, and blood oozed out. The blood quickly coagulated when it came into contact with the air, stopping the wound from bleeding further.

With the help of the recovery property, the wound heals much faster than that of ordinary people. Last time, he was pierced by a rusty iron nail, and the wound healed completely in just 3 days, without even leaving a scar.

In the smoke and dust, Roy pulled the rope tied to his body. After it was stretched straight, there was a lot of resistance, which meant that there was still something connected on the other side.

Following the rope, Roy found little Guzman, half of whose body was buried in rubble. He grabbed the strap of his bulletproof vest and pulled him out of the rubble.

"Are you hurt?" Roy asked.

Little Guzman shook his head excitedly: "Hahaha, this is so exciting. You actually used an RPG to blow up the wall at such a close distance. You are even crazier than me!!"

"I asked you, are you hurt?"

"do not know……"

There was no time to check on this mentally unstable idiot. Roy removed the magazine from the M4 and threw it to Pierre, who had run out of bullets. The M4 without bullets was like a fire stick, so he just threw it away and took out the Glock pistol.

Pierre caught the magazine Roy threw over, quickly replaced it, stood up and fired, killing two gangsters who rushed up from downstairs:

"You take him over first, I'll cover your retreat..."

"Follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Roy walked through the smoke and dust and came to the cave entrance. He knelt on one knee to check the situation on the other side. A headless corpse lying at the other side of the cave entrance came into view.

Taking advantage of the cover of smoke and dust, Roy crawled over, and little Guzman followed closely behind him and crawled over.

Seeing the headless body in tatters, Guzman Jr. shouted excitedly: "Wow, wow, this guy must have been shot in the head by an RPG!"

This bastard is talking a lot of nonsense...

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Roy saw two masked gangsters lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Without any hesitation, he aimed at the head and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang-

Four consecutive gunshots were heard.

The two gangsters who had not yet fully stood up had their heads blown off in an instant, and two slanting streams of blood spurted out onto the wall behind them.

Roy walked over the headless corpse and picked up the Uzi submachine gun on the ground. He pulled out the magazine to check the ammunition level, inserted it back, pulled the bolt, and casually inserted the Glock into the holster on his tactical belt.

Roy quickly came to the body of the gangster he had just killed and picked up the gangster's weapon, a Russian-made semi-automatic shotgun Saiga-20. He checked the magazine and found that it was loaded with 10 rounds of 20-caliber shotgun shells.

He then found two shotgun magazines and a grenade on the body and inserted the magazines into the body armor.

Pierre's voice came from behind:
"I'm out of bullets!"

Roy looked back at the cave entrance. Pierre had just crawled in, and the M4 in his hand had disappeared, replaced by a Glock.

Roy quickly came to another corpse, hung the Uzi submachine gun on his tactical belt, picked up the AK47 on the ground and threw it to Pierre.

Pierre took the AK47 and pulled the bolt again.

Roy collected two AK47 magazines from the body and threw them all to Pierre.

Catching the AK magazine, Pierre quickly inserted it into his bulletproof vest.

At the same time, dense footsteps were heard from the other side of the cave. With the help of his hearing ability, Roy could hear them clearly.

"Step aside!"

Pierre quickly raised the AK47 in his hand and aimed at the hole, while retreating about two meters.

Roy pulled the ring of the grenade and threw it into the hole accurately. Two seconds later, a huge explosion was heard from the other side of the hole...

[Precision Throwing: Throwing Proficiency +1]

"Let's go!" When they reached the door, Roy's head flashed out and quickly retracted, "Safe!"

After leaving the room, Roy entered the office area of ​​a company. The office area was full of workstations. Roy was leading the way with a shotgun, Little Guzman followed behind Roy, and Pierre was at the back, responsible for covering their retreat.

Arriving at the corridor of the office area, Roy looked to the right and saw five or six men and women who looked like civilians, huddled in a corner and sitting on the ground, trembling with fear on their faces.

When these civilians saw that Roy was wearing a special forces uniform, they immediately shouted, "Officer, officer, please take us out!!"

Roy immediately made a "hush" gesture, signaling them not to speak. Roy did not see any weapons on these people, and then whispered: "Don't move here, someone will take you out later."

After saying that, Roy walked straight forward.

Not only would it be a burden to bring these people along, his mission was not to save them. As for life or death, and whether they could survive, that all depended on God's will.

"Follow me! There was an explosion over there!"

The voices of the gangsters reached Roy's ears, and through the gap between the desks, he saw three people push the door and enter the office hall.

He stood up suddenly and aimed at one of them's head.

boom--

A 20-gauge shotgun is no joke.

The power of deer bullets is even more terrifying.

The huge recoil caused the muzzle to jump upward greatly.

Several deer bullets escaped from the muzzle and hit the head of the gangster running in front directly, tearing him into pieces beyond recognition.

The watermelon burst and the juice splattered everywhere, including on the bodies and faces of the other two gangsters.

While the juice blocked their vision, Roy aimed again and pulled the trigger for the second time.

boom--

The fairy scattered flowers, and the sky was full of watermelon rinds.

At the same time, three consecutive gunshots were heard behind Roy, and three 7.62mm bullets cut through the air and hit the chest of the remaining gangster.

keep going……

Roy was the first to pass the three bodies.

Pierre followed closely behind, licking a lot of ammunition on the three bodies.

He walked through the corridor and came to the elevator room. He looked around and found no one there. He entered with a gun in hand, opened a gap in the fire door leading to the stairs, and looked inside.

Nothing at all……

Roy used tactical sign language to signal Pierre to follow.

Walk downstairs and go straight to the underground parking lot.

The three of them arrived at the parking lot, and Pierre asked:
"Why? Want to drive?"

"No, go through the underground drainage channel..."

Roy naturally wouldn't choose to drive. He didn't know what was happening outside, and his goal was to rescue little Guzman. If he ran into his own people outside, the rescue would fail...

Pierre was a little surprised by Roy's decision, but he didn't say anything. The situation was extremely chaotic now and no one knew where was safe. All they could do was to quickly escape from the encirclement.

Outside, the sound of gunfire continues...

Roy walked quickly through the parking lot. He saw the pump house through the sign. In New York, the pump house of a tall building usually has access to the underground sewer. Keep going.

Just as Roy was about to reach the pump house, a young woman squatting between two cars, crying, came into view.

The young woman also saw the PD in a special forces uniform. She also saw two people following behind him, one also in a special forces uniform and the other in an orange prison uniform.

"Officer! Please take me away from here..." the young woman shouted at Roy.

Without waiting for Roy to respond, the young woman crawled over here. Halfway through, she changed her posture to bending over.

The young woman stopped in front of Roy. As soon as she raised her head, she saw the huge muzzle of a gun pointing at her.

Young woman: “???”

boom--

Roy pulled the trigger.

Snapped--

Brains are overflowing.

The headless corpse fell to the ground instantly.

"Mother Fucker!! So cool!! Ahhhhh! Execution-style headshot, so fucking satisfying, I love you, boy!!" Little Guzman had an extremely excited look on his face and shouted excitedly.

Pierre stepped forward and took a look. He was silent for a moment, with a look of shock on his face. He had also seen the woman crawling over just now, but he never expected that Roy would actually shoot this woman, and...

"What are you doing?" Pierre asked in astonishment.

Roy kicked the female corpse over with his foot and adjusted her posture, exposing her back with a pistol on her waist.

Seeing this scene, Pierre sighed and took a breath of cold air. If Roy hadn't discovered that this woman was armed, it would have been the end of him.

[Use Shotgun: Shotgun Proficiency +1]

"GO!"

Crossing the driveway, the three entered the pump house.

The sound of a huge water pump running reached my ears.

The three of them arrived in front of a metal door and looked at the metal chain tied to the door handle. Roy removed the buckshot magazine and replaced it with a slug magazine.

"Back off!"

Raise the shotgun and aim at the lock.

boom--

Opening the metal door, entering the stone staircase leading to the drainage channel, the cold, damp and smelly air hits your nose.

Walking down the wet stone steps, the three arrived at the city's underground drainage system, which is the home of the Ninja Turtles.

Turning on the tactical flashlight on his helmet, Roy looked left and right. There were no road signs or directions, and he had no idea where the left and right led to.

"Which way?" asked Pierre.

"right!"

Roy chose a direction based on his intuition.

The three of them walked along the edge of the drainage channel, where sewage with a sour smell was flowing in the opposite direction in the middle waterway.

As they walked, Little Guzman said, "Where are you taking me? I see that both of you are quite skilled. Just rescue me and return to Mexico with me. The $100 million will be yours. If you want to stay, my Guzman family will protect you."

Roy suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Pierre asked.

Roy said: "I feel like someone is following us. You go ahead and I'll cover you..."

Pierre: "..."

There was no other way. The reason why I let Pierre cover our retreat was because we were fighting fiercely with the bandits in the building at that time. It was two against N, and the situation was very dangerous. Even if Pierre wanted to rescue little Guzman, he didn't dare to shoot Roy at that time.

But the situation is different now. The fierce fighting has stopped temporarily. The three of them are in a dark sewer. If you, Pierre, make any small moves behind them, it will be difficult to defend against.

How could Pierre not know Roy's thoughts...

He is not a fool, suspicion is inevitable. That is the temptation of $100 million, and human hearts cannot withstand the test of money, even though the two have participated in actions together many times and even helped each other.

At this time, even my own father cannot be trusted.

Pierre hesitated.

"Hahaha!" Little Guzman saw that the two police officers in front of him were already suspicious of each other, and neither of them wanted to walk in front, so he said, "You don't have to be suspicious of each other. How about this, as long as you work together to rescue me, each of you will get $100 million? If you can reach an agreement, the suspicion will disappear, and we will all be on the same path."

Roy ignored Little Guzman.

Pierre glanced at Little Guzman, then turned his gaze back to Roy without saying anything.

At this moment, the two of them froze here.

Suddenly, there was a sound of dense footsteps coming from the front.

The deadlock was broken by the sound of footsteps. Roy and Pierre looked forward at the same time. In the darkness, the strong flashlight on the opposite side swayed up and down and left and right with their footsteps.

Judging from the number of light sources, Roy judged that there were at least seven or eight people on the other side.

Pierre and Roy raised their weapons at the same time and aimed at the light source. The next moment, the other party shouted:
"NYPD, who are you in front?"

With the help of light resistance, Roy was not dazzled by the opponent's strong flashlight. At the same time, relying on his eyesight, Roy could see clearly that the opponent was wearing a NYPD patrol uniform.

Soon, the eight people on the opposite side ran to a position five meters away from Roy and stopped. At such a close distance, Pierre could also see what they were wearing.

"So they are one of us!" The leading police officer on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief, looked at little Guzman in prison uniform, and said, "So they are from the emergency operations team. We are from the Manhattan branch."

"Where does the front lead to?" Roy asked, observing the other party carefully.

"Fifth Avenue, about 1000 meters further on is Times Square. We just came from there and we are temporarily safe in the sewer," replied the leading police officer.

"Lead the way!" Roy said.

"Oh, okay, that's fine! Pim, Brad, Fatih, Lehman, the four of you follow behind the action team and cover their rear, and the rest of you follow me in front!" the leading police officer gave the order.

"Yes!"

The four officers named raised their legs and walked towards Roy.

Pierre and Roy looked at each other, their eyes conveying a message of distrust...

Just as the police officers passed by Roy, Roy frowned, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the dagger into the neck of one of the police officers with lightning speed.

He pulled out the dagger suddenly, and the sharp dagger cut off the man's carotid artery on the spot. The moment the dagger was pulled out, a huge amount of blood gushed out.

Without giving the others time to react, Roy, holding a dagger, raised his arm and swept across, directly cutting off the other person's trachea.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone present, Roy stepped forward and stabbed the third man's jaw with a dagger. In an instant, the tip of the dagger penetrated the skin and went straight into the man's brain from the jaw.

The whole process takes no more than two seconds.

Roy's sudden move shocked everyone at the scene, including Pierre and Little Guzman...

(End of this chapter)