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Chapter 202 Code Name: Saint (Seeking monthly votes)

Through the broken window on the second floor, an armed man picked up an RPG and suddenly pressed the fire button.

The rocket, trailing a wake, flew out instantly!

RPGs have a muzzle velocity of approximately 100-300 meters per second, while rifle bullets have a muzzle velocity of approximately 950 meters per second. Furthermore, RPG bullet casings are mostly made of aluminum alloy or thin steel plates, making them easily penetrated.

Theoretically, firing a gun the instant a rocket is launched could directly hit the warhead fuse or propellant, causing an in-flight explosion.

But only in theory.

Wayne felt as if time itself had slowed down, as if the rifle in his hand had suddenly tilted his hand at an angle, and he instinctively pulled the trigger.

The next instant, the rocket was hit by its fuse and exploded in mid-air above the yard!

Wayne's pupils contracted involuntarily.

This is master-level firearms use, even turning theory into practice —

The ICE agents around him were all stunned.

The moment the RPG's call rang out, Hunter, along with the other agents present, especially the ICE agents in the armored vehicle, were plunged into deep despair.

The RPG that suddenly appeared in the hand of the militant on the second floor was clearly aimed at the armored vehicle.

The armored vehicles equipped by the ICE are police armored vehicles. Although they can protect against large-caliber bullets, they are obviously not enough against RPGs.

Hunter was even somewhat dazed.

Where the hell did I put this?

Is this still in China?

When did illegal immigrants start being able to equip themselves with RPGs?

Why does this feel like a street battle in the Middle East?

First came a flash of fire, then a rocket flew out, and Hunter stared wide-eyed in despair.

He could already imagine the rockets wiping out the agents inside the armored vehicle, and then, without the heavy firepower of the armored vehicle, the remaining ICE agents suffering heavy casualties.

This includes the scene where he was fired by ICE due to poor command.

Just then, the rocket exploded with a loud "boom" in the courtyard, turning into a fireball!

A cheer erupted over the communication channel: "My God! Manager Wayne blew up the RPG!"

"This...this is beyond human marksmanship!"

"Long live!"

"God bless!"

"Wayne!"

Immediately afterward, Wayne's voice rang out: "Armored vehicles, heavy machine gun suppression!"

The crew of the armored vehicle who had almost seen the grandmother immediately turned their guns and focused their fire on the room from which the RPGs were being fired.

A dense hail of bullets lashed the second floor of the building like a long, fiery serpent in the darkness.

Wayne stepped into the left corridor and immediately saw several agents huddled in a corner, one of whom had been shot in the thigh and was bleeding profusely.

He is an agent named Matthew.

Upon seeing Wayne appear, the ICE agents seemed to have been given a second chance, their faces lighting up with joy as they shouted, "Manager Wayne!"

"Mr. Wayne!"

Although they couldn't see what was happening outside, they heard about Wayne's impressive record on the public channel.

The idea of ​​a rifle blowing up an RPG mid-air is something that only happens in games or movies.

Is this even human?

Wayne immediately placed his hand on Matthew's wound and said, "Matthew, my son, you'll be alright, God bless you."

As he spoke, he instantly activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor (Master)].

The power from the Basic Healer quickly eased Matthew's bleeding. Although it couldn't cure him immediately, it was enough to keep him going until the ambulance arrived.

Matthew felt a tingling sensation in his wound the instant Wayne's hand touched it, and he recovered considerably from the fear and pain.

He burst into tears and said, "Oh, Manager Wayne, thank you for your blessing! You are my battlefield angel! Once I recover, I will definitely apply to join your squad!"

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Wayne gently patted Matthew on the shoulder, his gaze sharp as he looked into the dark corridor before him.

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 11.5% + 0.1%).

[Experience points +1]

Wayne spoke in a low voice into his headset: "Chief Hunter, I'm about to storm the villa. Please issue cover and support orders to all squads. Over."

Hunter, who was anxiously waiting by the command vehicle, finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wayne's voice.

He then immediately announced over the command channel: "Superintendent Wayne is about to launch an assault mission. All squads, prepare for cover and coordination. Superintendent Wayne, codename—Saint!"

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Wayne instantly raised his rifle.

Just then, a dark shadow flashed by. It was Wick the dog, who crossed the yard and came up behind Wayne, wagging his tail excitedly.

Wayne made a trilled "r" sound and led the dog Wick into the darkness before him.

He soon arrived outside a room where a firefight was taking place. Several ICE agents were guarding the door, constantly exchanging fire with the criminals inside.

However, due to the blind spots in the shooting, neither side could gain the upper hand for the time being.

The leader was Ian, the acting captain of the fifth squad. Seeing Wayne standing there so casually, he was startled and said anxiously, "Manager Wayne—no, Saint, there are two bandits inside, resisting fiercely! Please take cover!"

"Huff! Huff!"

Two more gunshots rang out from inside the room, hitting the pillar by the door.

Wayne glanced at the bullet holes, strode to a spot on the wall of the room, pressed the muzzle of his gun against the wall, and pulled the trigger instantly.

"Whoosh!" The first shot pierced through the wooden wall.

He then fired three more shots, and the sound inside the room immediately ceased.

Ian froze, suddenly realizing what had happened. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he raised his hand, shouting, "Shield, charge!"

An agent wielding a riot shield immediately rushed into the room, followed instantly by two other agents who made tactical maneuvers.

There was no resistance whatsoever inside the room.

The two bandits lay dead in the corner, beyond any doubt.

They fell right where Wayne had just shot through!

A sigh came from behind, and Wayne walked in as well.

Then Wayne, the black-haired, black-eyed manager, sighed with a look of pity and said, "I had no intention of killing."

As he spoke, he knelt down and closed the eyes of both corpses.

He then turned and walked out of the room, saying without looking back, "Go and support the other groups immediately! Follow me!"

This scene filled all the agents present with awe.

They all understood that Mr. Wayne, being a church elder, naturally possessed compassion and boundless love for the life God had created.

But for these useless agents, Director Wayne had to take matters into his own hands, even going against his own principles.

How could this not be moving!

Several agents immediately followed Wayne, forming a tactical formation, and quickly moved forward along the corridor.

You have acquired the skill: Leaf Planting (Intermediate)

You have acquired the skill: SM Training (Beginner)

Looking at the panel in front of him, Wayne, who was holding a gun, couldn't help but frown slightly.

It seems that these two are not among the twelve special operations personnel that Pepe brought.

They were just ordinary gang members.

But he's fine with picking things up as long as there's something to pick up; he's not picky.

As the saying goes, if there are no corpses, make your own.

This is much faster than collecting corpses on the street.

"Saint, there are three agents trapped in the restroom ahead of you! Over!"

Hunter's voice came through the communication channel.

Wayne strode over and saw two armed men in black combat uniforms firing into a room at the corner of a corridor, with one of them acting as a lookout.

The armed man on guard duty saw Wayne appear in the corridor and immediately raised his gun to fire.

The puppy, Wick, barked and rushed forward, attracting the other's attention.

In the instant the other party hesitated, Wayne's gun twitched and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The guard's head exploded instantly, his skull blown off by the bullet!

The remaining two militants turned around abruptly and were immediately riddled with bullets by the agents following Wayne.

Wayne clicked his tongue.

The master's rifle handling is truly excellent; shooting has almost become an instinct.

However, there is also a problem: sometimes when you draw your gun too quickly, it becomes muscle memory, and you unconsciously headshot the opponent.

Such a waste.

"ICE! The Saints have arrived!" Ian shouted from behind Wayne, reminding the agents in the room not to accidentally shoot friendly fire.

"Great! Mr. Wayne is here!" The agents inside the room cheered and rushed out immediately.

They originally broke in through the back window, but they were discovered as soon as they entered the room and were immediately pinned down inside, unable to lift their heads.

Wayne approached the three thugs' corpses and saw that two of them had their heads smashed open, while the other one was relatively intact.

Then, with compassion, they closed the other person's eyes and continued on their way.

You have acquired the skill: Vehicle Driving (Beginner)

Wayne raised an eyebrow, surprised to have picked up driving skills again; this was the second time already.

Previously, there were too few skills, and there was no choice but to strengthen other skills.

I'll try to retain this driving skill this time and see if I can upgrade it.

In America, this is considered an essential basic method of pursuit or escape.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure flashing through a room next door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wayne's muscle memory kicked in, and he yanked the trigger.

"call!"

The puppy Wick let out a howl and charged forward as well.

Several agents immediately formed a tactical formation and rushed in, only to find the little dog Wick biting a bandit's neck hard, blood spurting out.

The bandit was shot in the chest and was struggling and convulsing, spitting blood.

He was also holding an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, clearly preparing for a sneak attack.

If it weren't for Wayne's shot, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The ICE agents present were now completely in awe of Wayne.

They hadn't heard a sound or noticed anything unusual at all. If it weren't for Wayne, they might be dead on the spot by now.

A redneck agent then said to Wayne with a look of reverence, "Director Wayne, if I may be so bold, have you ever served in the field?"

"Damn it, even the most skilled lunatics I encountered back in the Middle East—those elites—only barely matched your marksmanship!"

Automatic rifle flick shot, unheard of!

Only seasoned veterans who have fought countless battles possess this skill.

However, there are almost no such people now, because those with this skill often don't survive to become veterans.

Wayne sighed, not answering the other man, but looking at the bandit who was still coughing up blood and struggling, clearly beyond saving, he said, "Rest in peace."

With that, he shot the man in the heart, sending him to meet God.

The puppy Wick stopped biting, licked the blood from its mouth, stared with its big eyes, and wagged its tail frantically at Wayne.

Wayne knelt down and reached out to close the corpse's eyes, saying with a sorrowful expression, "I heard a voice from heaven say, 'Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from this day forward. Amen.'"

(Revelation 14:13)

Seeing this, the ICE agents present felt even more admiration.

Those who are devout believers use killing to stop killing, but this will inevitably cause their own souls to suffer.

So painful, so noble, so magnificent!

You have acquired the skill: Flamenco Guitar Playing (Advanced)