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Chapter 201 Commander Wayne

Chapter 201 Commander Wayne (Seeking monthly votes)

The so-called Washington-wide ICE Alert Stopping Campaign is part of the nationwide ICE Alert Stopping Campaign.

Simply put, it's the KMT supporters who oppose the deportation of illegal immigrants, each carrying their own whistle.

If ICE agents are spotted in any location carrying out an operation to arrest illegal immigrants, immediately blow a whistle to warn nearby illegal immigrants to run.

Because if someone shouts "ICE search!" on the spot and causes those illegal immigrants to escape, it constitutes obstruction of law enforcement and resistance to law enforcement, which is a criminal act and will result in being arrested by ICE.

Since you won't let me shout, then I can blow the whistle, right?

I didn't shout anything like "ICE is coming, illegal immigrants run!" I was just whistling and practicing a musical instrument. It has nothing to do with ICE. What reason do you have to arrest me?

This is also the most troublesome thing for ICE agents.

Their arrest operations are often carried out with prior intelligence or reconnaissance, which reveals the exact work, living, and even hiding locations of illegal immigrants before they are apprehended.

These were all extremely secretive operations.

Once undocumented immigrants living nearby are tipped off, they will almost certainly flee or hide in the homes of predominantly left-leaning Blue Party voters.

This rendered ICE's operation futile.

Today, the ICE agents in Seattle's field office encountered just such a liberal woman living in the nearby community.

Hunter's blood pressure spiked instantly. After giving the order to storm in, he immediately yelled at the woman who was frantically blowing her whistle, "You fucking fat pig, a hybrid of illegal immigrants! Do you know your actions could cause serious casualties among ICE agents?!"

What was originally a nighttime raid has now turned into a hard assault, and there will definitely be fierce fighting.

The woman in front of him had a cold expression, looking at the ICE agents as if they were mortal enemies. She didn't answer Hunter's question at all, but continued to blow her whistle frantically.

Seeing the ICE agents ramming the door, the woman rushed to the door and stood in front of them, blocking their further actions!

At this moment, the commotion outside finally alerted the people inside the villa.

In a corner of the courtyard, a small firefight broke out; it was CJNG's armed drug traffickers opening fire.

With a "whoosh," the female liberal who was blocking the ICE agent was shot through the chest.

The bullet pierced her from behind, creating a large hole in her chest, and she rolled to the ground on the spot.

"Someone fired a shot!"

"Break in immediately!"

"Break down the door!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"ICE!"

The villa's iron gate was smashed open on the spot, and a group of ICE agents, forming more than a dozen tactical squads and armed with riot guns, instantly stormed inside.

Gunfire erupted immediately inside the villa.

The body of that female liberal lay at the doorway, her eyes wide open, the whistle still hanging around her neck.

She died without understanding why the illegal immigrant she was protecting would shoot her in the back.

Wayne watched coldly from the sidelines, nodding slightly.

This is a country where madmen hate the mentally ill.

A country where paranoia and schizophrenia mutually harm each other.

A country on the verge of destruction.

Moreover, many people's obsessions and fanaticism have little to do with their own circumstances.

It's simply that the parents inhaled too many enhancers before the child was born, or that the child themselves inhaled too many enhancers, which damaged their brains.

In a country where even leaves aren't considered drugs, people's IQs will only decrease generation after generation, and their personalities will only become more paranoid and extreme.

"Pah! That damn bitch!" Hunter spat, then began to observe the situation from inside the command vehicle.

Agents at the Seattle field office are equipped with radios and positioning devices.

Hunter sat in the command vehicle with a gloomy face, making overall arrangements via radio and location images.

The gunfire inside the villa suddenly stopped at some point.

All the lights in the building were turned off, making it pitch black.

"All teams report their findings. Over."

"1B has made a frontal assault, eliminating two targets by the swimming pool and reaching the designated location outside the lobby on the first floor. Targets inside the building are unknown. Over."

"1A has reached the window in the lobby and eliminated one target. Over."

"1C has arrived at the designated location. Complete."

"3C has reached the left corridor entrance, eliminated one target, and is preparing to storm in. Over."

"3B has observed two armed targets in the second-floor bedroom. Over."

"5A has arrived at the right-hand corridor door, completed."

"5B has reached its designated position, locked onto one target, and is now in control."

"7A has arrived at the back door and is preparing to storm in. Over."

"5C————"

"7B————"

Hunter looked at the small red dots on the screen, which were being transmitted back by the locators, and quickly said, "Very good, prepare to storm in on my orders."

Wayne, who was standing nearby, frowned as he listened.

This ICE is way too reckless!

The target building was quiet and pitch black. We had no idea what was inside, yet we were about to storm in with all our forces?

What's the difference between this and sending someone to their death?

Clearly, these ICE agents are used to winning battles when things are going their way.

Within the United States, naturally no powerful armed group would dare to confront ICE head-on.

Moreover, judging from Hunter's command style, he is clearly more suited to small team operations.

Now, the fifty people have been divided into more than a dozen teams, and there's simply not enough room to allocate them.

Seeing Wayne frown, Hunter grinned and said, "We have infrared night vision goggles; the advantage is in the dark."

Before Wayne could object, Hunter had already given the order: "Charge!"

Immediately, a series of sounds of shattering glass and broken doors and windows came from the villa next door, along with shouts of "ICE".

They're going all out, ramming the door with their blast shields!

Then sporadic gunshots rang out.

Hunter looked at the red dots on the screen and exclaimed excitedly, "We're in!"

Their arrival was so sudden that these CJNG thugs couldn't possibly have been prepared.

The goal is to catch the opponent off guard!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from inside the villa, and scorching flames burst out of the windows on the east side of the first floor, causing a violent explosion!

Then came a barrage of gunfire!

"It's a trap! There are explosives!"

"Someone has fallen! Someone has fallen!"

"Suspected grenade! Backup needed! Backup needed in the left-hand corridor on the first floor!"

"Enemy fire on the second floor! The front hall is under suppressive fire! Requesting backup!"

"There's a man-portable mine at the back door! An agent has been wounded!"

"I'm injured! Quick, I need medical help!"

"First aid kit! First aid kit!"

"Call 911 immediately!"

The command system was in complete chaos, clearly indicating that the agents who had just broken in were in dire straits!

Hunter panicked completely, his face turning deathly pale. He had clearly never encountered such a situation before and was at a loss for what to do.

As a department head, he got to his position entirely because of his connections within the MAGA organization.

They rarely go directly to the front lines to participate in operations.

Even if they were to participate, they would at most lead two or three small teams to those immigrant communities to arrest illegal immigrants.

Basically, as soon as a gun is drawn, the other party immediately covers their head and kneels down.

Even illegal immigrant gangs are no exception.

He never expected the other side to resist so fiercely, even bringing grenades.

These kinds of challenging missions are usually carried out by SRT Special Response Tactical Teams!

"Quickly, go save them! We must hold on!"

Hunter's mind went completely blank, and he could only shout meaningless things into the radio.

Just as he was at a loss and in despair, a steady and strong hand took the radio pager from his hand.

Hunter paused, then turned to look.

It's Wayne.

Wayne seemed like a different person at this moment. Looking at the red dots on the screen indicating the location of the agents, he quickly said, "1C3B, immediately proceed to the left porch, use the shields to build a defense, and cover the wounded 3C personnel."

"1A sets up a firing point outside the front hall to cover 1B's withdrawal from the building."

"7B set up a firing point in the back hall to suppress targets on the stairs."

"7A, withdraw immediately!"

"5B————"

"Armored vehicle mounted long-range weapon station, load up with grenades, and fire single shots into all the windows on the second floor!"

Wayne's methodical command left Hunter, who was standing nearby, completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, Wayne didn't seem like a saint; he seemed more like a police commander.

On the contrary, he, the Hunter supervisor of the ICE arrest operations department, was made to look like a green recruit.

With the issuance of orders, especially the addition of long-range weapons from armored vehicles, the situation inside the villa immediately reversed once again.

The CJNG militants hiding in the shadows were immediately and temporarily suppressed.

However, the opposing side was clearly also elite, and for a time they were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, with gunfire erupting everywhere.

Wayne shoved the radio back into Hunter's hand, and under the other's shocked gaze, casually picked up an automatic rifle, pulled up his mask, and strode towards the villa under the cover of night.

Upon reaching the villa's entrance, Wayne immediately made a tactical maneuver, crouching low and quickly rushing into the yard, making his way to the poolside in the darkness.

Sure enough, there were two bodies of CJNG militants here.

Wayne went over and closed their eyes.

You have acquired the skill: Automatic Rifle Use (Specialization)

Wayne nodded slightly, acknowledging that they were indeed CJNG's elite.

He then lowered his body, rolled over, and rushed towards the villa in front of him, reaching the left porch in one swift step.

There was also the body of an armed militant lying here.

Wayne stepped forward and closed the other person's eyes; the words flashed before their eyes again:

You have acquired the skill: Automatic Rifle Use (Specialization)

This is it!

Without hesitation, Wayne kept his gun at bay while placing three [Automatic Rifle Usage (Specialization)] items into the sacrificial slot.

Then he put the [Automatic Rifle Usage (Specialization)] skill he already had into the enhancement slot.

Sacrifice!