America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Night falls.

All the lights in Titan Manor were turned off.

Only the snow reflected the faint starlight.

The entire manor fell into a deathly silence.

But in the darkness, a dozen pairs of eyes wearing night vision goggles were vigilantly watching their surroundings.

On the roof, Tie Tou was lying prone behind a heavy machine gun, his finger on the trigger, even his breathing had slowed down.

The living room of the main house.

Chen An sat on the leather sofa, a Barrett rifle on the coffee table in front of him, and a glass of red wine still in his hand.

Jessica was lying on the carpet beside his legs, holding an MP5 submachine gun in her hand.

This was also a "local specialty" given by the colonel, and I was so nervous that my palms were sweating.

Sarah sat in a rocking chair by the window, the hunting rifle across her lap, her gaze calmly fixed on the shadowy figures in the backyard.

"Boss, the radar shows a convoy approaching."

A report came through the walkie-talkie from the outpost: "Five vehicles. No headlights. Gliding with engines off."

"distance?"

Two kilometers.

Chen An put down his wine glass.

"Everyone, listen to my command!"

His voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the headset.

"Place it within one kilometer. Wait until the first vehicle runs over the induction mine we buried in the middle of the road... then fire."

"Remember, don't hit the driver. Hit the gas tank."

"receive."

Time passed by, second by second.

The wind outside the window seemed to be getting stronger.

far away.

Five modified bulletproof off-road vehicles, like a pack of hungry wolves, silently approached the seemingly undefended wooden door.

inside the car.

The "Butcher," with a muscular face and skull tattoos, was chewing gum and holding a gold-plated AK-47.

"This is the Chinese fortress? It looks like a dilapidated chicken coop."

The butcher sneered and said to his men, "Quickly finish this. Charge in, kill everyone alive, leave the pretty secretary and those two women alive. The rest... burn them to the ground."

"Yes, boss."

The convoy accelerated.

500 meters.

Three hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted at the front of the convoy.

Those were directional anti-vehicle mines buried in the middle of the road, and also legally modified versions of "mining blasting equipment".

The first SUV was blown two meters into the air, overturned heavily on its side, and burst into flames instantly.

"Enemy attack!!!" the butcher roared.

But it was too late.

"Da da da da da—!"

On the roof, the M2 heavy machine gun spewed out a tongue of fire that was a meter long.

That was a 12.7 mm caliber Death Storm.

Bullets rained down on the convoy, and even the bulletproof glass was as fragile as paper under the close-range fire of the heavy machine gun.

"This is the welcome gift."

Chen An stood in the living room, looking out at the sea of ​​fire through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

He picked up the Barrett rifle and aimed it at one of the cars that was trying to turn around and run away.

"The party has started."

………………

The night was torn to shreds by the trajectory of the tracer bullets.

The M2 Browning heavy machine gun on the roof was roaring, its unique, dull, rhythmic "thump-thump-thump" sound like the knocking of death.

"Ah! My leg!"

"There's a heavy machine gun up there! It's a trap!"

Outside on the snow, the elites of the Mexican cartel looked like a swarm of headless flies.

The first vehicle was blown into a fireball by a landmine, illuminating their terrified faces.

Several cars behind tried to reverse, but the dense 12.7mm bullets pierced their doors and hoods as easily as hitting tofu.

"boom!"

The fuel tank of a Chevrolet Suburban was blown up, and the huge shockwave knocked several gunmen who had just jumped out of the car to the ground.

"Get down! Use the rocket launcher!"

The Butcher, as expected of a special forces soldier, maintained his beast-like instincts even in the chaos.

After rolling down a reverse slope, he yelled at his men.

A gunman carrying an RPG-7 peeked out from the flank and aimed at the roof that was spewing fire.

"That's where Iron Head is."

In the living room, Chen An saw this scene through the bulletproof glass.

He remained calm, and not a single drop of wine was spilled from the glass of red wine on his lap.

He adjusted the muzzle of the Barrett M82A1 in his hand.

300 meters away.

Target: RPG shooter.

This is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito when it comes to anti-materiel rifles.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion, even more deafening than the one outside, rang out in the living room.

The immense recoil made Chen An's shoulder jolt.

Outside the window, the gunman who had just shouldered the rocket launcher instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist from his upper body.

The RPG fell to the ground, and the out-of-control rocket shot into the sky with a "whoosh," exploding into a dazzling firework in mid-air.

"Damn it...it's a sniper! Inside the house!"

The butcher's eyes turned red. He realized he had kicked a real steel plate.

This isn't a farm, it's practically a frontline outpost for mold!

"Spread out! Encircle them from both sides! Burn them!"

………………

The back door of the main house leads to the kitchen.

Sarah sat behind an overturned oak dining table, clutching an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun tightly in her hand.

Her palms were sweaty, and she was breathing rapidly.

The gunshots outside terrified her, but whenever she turned around and saw the back of that steady man, her fear transformed into a determination to protect him.

"Click."

The handle on the back door suddenly turned.

someone!

Sarah's heart skipped a beat.

Those cunning drug dealers actually tried to flank and ambush them from behind.

"I can do it too... I can do it too..."

Sarah silently recited it in her mind.

"Bang!"

The glass of the back door was smashed by the butt of a gun.

A hand wearing a tactical glove reached in, attempting to unlock the door.

At that moment, Sarah had no other thoughts in her mind.

She remembered Tom's weakness and the despair of almost losing her house.

She also recalled the night Chen An pulled her out of the mud.

"Get out!"

Sarah yelled and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The No. 12 shotgun shells are extremely powerful at close range.

That hand, along with the door lock, was blasted away.

A piercing scream came from outside the door, followed by the dull thud of a body falling onto the snow.

Sarah's hands trembled as she pried open the barrel of the gun, and two still-steaming spent cartridges ejected, clattering as they hit the ground.

She grabbed the spare bullets and, though clumsy, reloaded them with unusual determination.

"No one...no one can come into my house."

On the front lines, the situation has become a one-sided massacre.

Under the suppressive fire of Tie Tou and the targeted sniping by Chen An, the 30-man assault team has lost more than half of its members.

The remaining dozen or so people hid behind two still-working vehicles, caught in a dilemma.

"Boss! We can't hold on any longer! This house is bulletproof!" the subordinate shouted in despair.

The butcher looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and wanted to grind his teeth to dust.

"Get out! Get on the bus! Get out of here quickly!"

The two remaining armored SUVs started their engines and spun wildly on the snow, trying to turn around and escape.