A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

At the entrance to the residential area, Nick stepped on the foot brake, and the Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex slowed down, waiting for the barrier to rise.

In the distance, two security guards watched all this indifferently, making no attempt to stop it.

The access control is there; if it can be opened, it means the resident has returned home.

A team of security guards returned from patrolling in the distance. When they saw the car, one of them quickly ran over, politely approached the driver's side window, and waved to Nick, signaling him to roll down the window.

"Mr. Thomson, we apologize for bothering you. Your friend came to water your plants. We registered him as usual and allowed him to enter. We also went to your house to confirm his visit. We're just letting you know..."

Nick waved his hand impatiently: "If anything like this happens again, remember to call me! It's your job!"

The Dodge pickup truck roared to life as it stepped on the gas, leaving the security guards looking at each other with helpless expressions.

"You shouldn't have told him!"

"I'm just afraid of getting a complaint! After all, according to regulations, we should call the homeowner to confirm."

"What a joke! It's not like we haven't called before. He either doesn't answer or he hurls insults at you on the phone, just because he has a few bucks..."

"Alright, be professional, stop complaining! You guys keep on guard duty, and after midnight, we'll all go for a drink together..."

Nick paid no attention to the guards' curses and complaints; what mattered most to him now was his secret.

Nick parked his pickup truck on the side of the road in front of his neighbor's house, arranged his guns and ammunition, covered his clothes with his left hand, and held the gun in his right hand, hiding it in his pocket. He then quickly crossed the lawn.

"Oh, Mr. Thomson, you're back!"

Nick smiled and nodded, then made a shushing gesture: "My girlfriend is inside; I'm going to surprise her."

The neighbor woman, who had been wondering why he was acting so suspiciously, immediately understood after hearing this.

In the afternoon, an overly flamboyant woman did come here. She was suspicious at the time and reported it to the patrolling security guard.

When the neighbor learned that the woman was transgender, she wisely gave up on pursuing the matter further.

This world is too crazy; she's starting to struggle to keep up.

Nick glanced at the red Chevrolet Impala at the driveway entrance, took out his key, unlocked the padlock on the driveway gate, and tiptoed into the backyard.

Upon opening the back door, sure enough, someone had broken in.

There were still dishes in the kitchen that hadn't been washed after cooking the steak.

There was a pile of leaves and scattered dirt on the ground...

Nick sensed that this was no ordinary thief. To be able to disguise himself so meticulously to break through security and then calmly have dinner, he was clearly well-prepared and no ordinary person.

Was it a colleague from his HSI (Homeland Security Investigations) office, the FBI, or the LAPD?

……

……

After the gunshot rang out, the six women were terrified, but they also realized how serious Li Qi was.

The enormous recoil was quite unexpected. Li Qi's thin arms could barely hold the gun steady. Luckily, he tried it out; otherwise, if he had fired rashly, he would have been in a very passive position.

Li Qi took out a bullet, refilled the magazine, and told the six women to wait where they were. He then took the U-lock and walked around the depths of the room, but still failed to complete the mission.

They had to leave immediately, otherwise the homeowner, who could control these women to make money through live streaming, might be some kind of evil force. If a bunch of armed thugs stormed in, they would have no chance of winning with only ten bullets in their hands.

Not to mention this enclosed space; once the water, electricity, and ventilation are cut off, you'll be trapped like a turtle in a jar, left only to wait to die.

From the moment he got off the plane, Li Qi kept track of the time. He didn't have a watch, but instead carried a small alarm clock that he had taken from the kitchen in his pocket.

Twenty-two minutes passed after I successfully unlocked the door and entered the secret passage.

Considering that the six women's "master" only comes once every three or four days, this should not be a live broadcast room of the evil forces.

Criminal gangs don't need to be so secretive; they can just traffic people directly. There are plenty of unscrupulous factories to choose from, so there's no need to go to such lengths to do this in wealthy areas.

It's too costly and too inconvenient.

Li Qi led the way, glanced back to make sure the six women were following behind, and then went into the passage.

There was nothing unusual in the passage, and Li Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

After exiting the hidden door and confirming that the basement was safe, Li Qi finally relaxed completely.

The basement has two entrances, one in the room and one in the garage. Once you get here, you won't be trapped in a gloomy situation.

Li Qi beckoned the six women out and adjusted the muzzle of his gun, signaling them to follow him upstairs.

Pushing open the wooden door leading to the kitchen on the first floor, Li Qi listened carefully for a moment before stepping out.

He had just lifted his leg when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The leaves and debris left by the security guards who had just carried away the withered sapling on the living room floor were gone.

It wasn't his own house, so Li Qi didn't feel any guilt at all about making it dirty and messy.

Even in his own house, Li Qi wouldn't rush to clean it up. It's just a few leaves; they don't eat food or burn gasoline.

Who would be so bored as to sweep up the leaves before ambushing themselves?

Imagine the neatly arranged room, the layers of steak, potato chips, and milk piled up like stacks of bricks...

Li Qi relaxed and took a deep breath.

With his sharp mind and the logical thinking of an accountant, Li Qi imagined how he would lay an ambush if he were the homeowner...

The basement door opens to the left on the right and is pushed outwards. The living room is the first thing you see. The best ambush position is in the living room. As soon as you leave the basement and peek out, you will be exposed to the line of fire and have nowhere to retreat, making it easy to kill.

but……

Could the other party be an ordinary person, a normal person, capable of making such a big show of things?

Is it possible to judge someone with such severe obsessive-compulsive disorder that they would sweep away even the leaves on the ground before continuing to lie in wait for themselves?

Li Qi shook his head slightly, then waved behind him, grabbed the Latina woman, kissed her hard, and pushed her out of the wooden door leading to the basement with great reluctance.

"Ah!" The Latina woman exclaimed in surprise, not understanding why her master had to wait until now to take liberties with her, and why he had pushed her out. She staggered out of the basement, losing her balance, her face full of confusion and bewilderment.

"Pfft!" A muffled thud, clearly from a pistol fitted with a silencer, rang out, followed by a spray of hazy blood mist.

"Ah!" The Latina woman screamed, instantly realizing why Li Qi had pushed her out.

The Latina woman's long, brown hair fluttered in the air, mingling with the blood mist. In the dim light of the basement, Li Qi could even see the dynamic changes of a few strands of brown hair colliding with the blood droplets.

Li Qi could see clearly that the bullet was indeed coming from the opposite direction he had predicted. The homeowner had anticipated his own prediction, but he hadn't expected that he had also anticipated the homeowner's prediction of his own!

The opponent was very confident. Instead of having more options for shooting, they chose to ambush behind the basement door, gambling on the less than one-meter shooting width and their own carelessness!

Without daring to delay for a moment, Li Qi immediately fell to the ground and rolled forward, as swift as a cheetah, instantly reaching the corner of the stairwell opposite the basement entrance.

In the blink of an eye, another muffled sound rang out, and with a "poof," a cloud of blood mist burst from the chest of the Latina woman once again!

Mozambique shooting method? The next shot will be a headshot, right?

Looking at the stunning figure of the Latina woman, Li Qi felt a pang of regret. Such a beautiful woman, and he hadn't even had a chance to taste her before she was about to die?