I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 203 Patriot Wayne (Seeking monthly votes)

"Help me! Help me!"

"First aid kit! I need a first aid kit!"

"How the hell are there grenades?!"

"At the corner of the stairs, fire! Suppress this bastard!"

"Where are the reinforcements? Calling for reinforcements! Calling for reinforcements!"

At the massive symmetrical staircase in the center of the villa, a group of ICE agents were completely pinned down below the stairs, unable to advance upwards.

The enemies they encountered here were completely different from those they encountered elsewhere on the first floor.

The opponent's combat skills are clearly several levels higher.

Moreover, this group had a geographical advantage, being on higher ground and frequently throwing grenades down, causing the ICE agents a lot of trouble.

Regardless, ICE is theoretically still just a government organization that manages illegal immigrants.

They're not even considered police officers.

The reason why secret agents usually put "POLICE" markings on themselves is more to enhance their image.

If it weren't for the fact that many of the agents present were veterans who could hold the line, the rest would have already collapsed.

Just then, the gunfire from the second floor abruptly stopped, followed by a slightly hoarse Mexican accent: "Damn American police! Listen up! We are the great CJNG! There's C4 in the building, we can blow you to bits anytime!"

Upon hearing this, all the agents present felt a chill run down their spines.

These damn Mexican drug traffickers have always been known for their brutality.

They're capable of anything.

If there really was C4 explosives in the building, then all of these agents would be dead.

"Of course, if you don't want to die, you have a second option: get out of this building right now and leave this fucking community!"

"You can come back in an hour. We'll leave you enough goods and cash to settle your score! How about that?"

"Get one of your fucking managers here! We want to negotiate!"

The hoarse voice from the stairwell continued shouting.

The agents present looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The squad leaders discussed for a few moments and were about to report to their supervisor, Hunter.

Then came the sound of footsteps, and a masked man walked over menacingly, with a hunting dog at his feet.

Behind him were more than a dozen ICE agents.

Upon seeing the man, the agents present were taken aback for a moment, before finally realizing who he was.

Manager Wayne!

Kevin, who was on the scene, immediately went up to Wayne and said, "Saints! The people upstairs said they planted C4 explosives in the building, and that it could blow the whole building to bits!"

"He said he wanted to negotiate, and told us to leave an hour later and come back; they would leave enough—enhancing agents and cash—"

At this point, Kevin realized that Wayne was the one who could truly be the backbone of this battle.

Supervisor Hunter just sits in the command vehicle, staring at the screen and giving orders haphazardly.

Wayne was the one who fought alongside them.

Ignoring Kevin, Wayne quickly went to the four wounded agents and instantly activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor] to heal their injuries.

Thanks to the use of body armor, tactical helmets, bulletproof plates, knee pads, elbow pads, and various other protective gear, coupled with the strength of riot shields, these ICE agents were not seriously injured.

They were all hit in the limbs, but it wasn't fatal.

This is also why the United States strictly controls protective gear, including heavy body armor.

You can buy guns freely, but buying bulletproof vests is a serious crime for someone with a criminal record.

But when have these ICE agents ever suffered such injustice?

Being shot several times felt like the sky was falling, and he was filled with immense fear.

Under Wayne's [Basic Witch Doctor] treatment, the four wounded felt as if they were bathed in the light of God, and were completely freed from their fear.

"Saint, thank you—thank you for your blessing! You are a true saint!"

"God, if it weren't for you, I don't know if I could have survived—waaaaaah—"

"From this day forward, I will follow you to the death!"

The four wounded soldiers were moved to tears and finally understood why Wayne's codename was "Saint".

This scene also touched the other ICE agents present, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Even two lightly wounded agents with broken arms got up on the spot and were ready to go back into the fight.

Wayne shook his head, his expression solemn, and said to Kevin, "Immediately evacuate everyone from this building, as quickly as possible!"

He then spoke to Hunter through the wireless microphone in his collar: "Manager Hunter, they say there's C4 explosives planted inside the building, enough to kill us all at any moment. I demand that you evacuate everyone immediately!"

Hunter, who was assessing the situation from inside the command vehicle, paused for a moment, then instinctively replied, "Yes, sir!"

Without even a moment to think, he immediately began issuing orders through the command channel: "All units, immediately evacuate the target building and establish an encirclement around the compound!"

The group of ICE agents did not act immediately, but instead all looked at Wayne.

Wayne immediately waved his hand and said, "Evacuate!"

The ICE agents present then began to act, setting up a perimeter, helping the wounded, and quietly evacuating the building.

After all, while some people were inspired to fight bravely, most people still wanted to survive first.

In a building riddled with bombs that could explode at any moment, they had no will to fight.

Under the cover of darkness, the group of ICE agents quickly withdrew, and Kevin also left the front hall at a fast pace, running wildly to a large tree in the yard.

But when he looked towards the front hall of the villa not far away, his heart tightened.

Wayne did not leave; with him were the dog, and the three agents Rhodes, Jett, and Taylor.

Kevin immediately reported to Hunter via radio: "Chief Hunter, the Saints haven't left the building!"

Hunter was terrified. Without thinking, he immediately switched to the public channel so everyone could hear their conversation and urgently asked, "Saint, are you still in the target building? What are you planning to do?! Get out of here!"

Then, everyone heard Wayne's calm yet firm voice: "I cannot allow these devils from hell to poison America. I will destroy them alone."

Hunter was in a panic and quickly said into the comms, "That building is too dangerous! Saint, I know you're a true patriot, but please leave immediately! I've already called SRT backup!"

A building that could very well be filled with CT explosives; those drug dealers, cornered and desperate, might detonate it at any moment.

If Wayne were to actually die in this operation, it would be something Hunter could not accept, neither morally nor logically.

Not to mention that all the agents present had received Wayne's favor!

Wayne's voice came again, reaching the ears of every agent: "My mind is made up. Let God decide. For America."

At this moment, all the ICE agents were filled with excitement.

A thought flashed through many people's minds:

This is a true patriot!

In the villa's foyer, Wayne took off his headset and looked up at a spot on the ceiling.

That's where the person who just shouted was located.

A line of text appeared before his eyes:

[Augusto Hoffman, a two-headed cannibalistic drug dealer from the CJNG tribe in Mexico, a specially trained elite militant, a former member of the Colombian left-wing guerrillas, and the head of Pepe Cervantes' bodyguard team, falsely claimed that there were explosives planted in the villa in order to buy time and conceal the fact that his team had suffered heavy casualties, allowing Pepe Cervantes to escape.]

There was no C4 explosive.

It was all just a bluff by the other side.

Moreover, the enemy has already suffered heavy casualties in a real sense.

It makes sense. Even if the twelve militants Pepe brought were elite, they couldn't escape the barrage of grenades and heavy machine gun fire from the armored vehicle in such a confined space.

The second floor is probably a complete mess.

After all, these outsiders don't have bulletproof protective gear.

Wayne used this opportunity to distract the ICE agents, making it the perfect time to make a clean sweep.

Whether it's skills, reputation, or anything else.

He then said to Rhodes and the other two, "Provide cover below. That's an order."

Before Rhodes and the others could argue, Wayne raised his gun and suddenly fired at the spot where the entry appeared, hitting the center of the entry.

A bullet pierced the floor, a scream rang out, and the entry disappeared.

Wayne immediately rushed up the stairs and saw a fresh corpse of a bearded Latino man lying at the top of the stairs.

His eyes were wide open, and he died without understanding how the other person had discovered him.

Crouching down, Wayne took the rifle from the other man's hand, then stopped trying to conceal it, holding it with both hands and walking forward.

The entire second floor had been transformed into a hellish inferno!

You have acquired the skill: Guerrilla Warfare (Beginner)

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 11.6% + 0.4%).

[Experience points +4]