Law America, the Devil's Agent

Chapter 91: The Ultimate Comeback is About to Take Off!

He grabbed Costello's arms with both hands and pulled him down with all his might.

"Bang bang bang"

The two of them rolled to the ground at the same time, tumbling along the asphalt road before crashing heavily into the back of Link's sports car.

Right where they had just been standing, a series of bullets pierced the ground and the restaurant's exterior wall, sending rubble and cement debris flying through the air.

Then several more gunshots rang out, with bullets flying in from different directions.

Screams and the sound of tables and chairs being knocked over came from inside the restaurant, and customers queuing at the door scattered and fled.

"Holyshit."

Costello lay prone on the asphalt behind the tires, his hands covering his head, his face completely pale.

His glasses fell to the ground during the tumble, and a few drops of muddy water splashed onto the lenses.

Bullets were still whizzing overhead, some hitting the restaurant's exterior wall, and fragments of brick and cement rained down on his back.

Link leaned against the car door, pulled the Glock from its holster under his arm, checked the magazine, and slided it to check the chamber.

His movements were unhurried, each step precise and calm.

[Firearms Shooting - Expert Level] has been triggered!

He lowered the muzzle of his gun and listened intently to pinpoint the direction from which the gunshot was coming:

Judging from the ballistic trajectory and firing frequency, there are at least two firing points, located at the entrance of the dark alley opposite the parking lot and near the garbage dump on the side of the restaurant.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a speed dial number.

"Munkla, someone wants to kill me."

I'll share my location with you right away and bring help.

The number of enemy troops is unknown, but fighting has already begun.

"Have Los bring all the men he can muster. I want them to never return."

After hanging up, he quickly dialed another number.

"Daniel, listen, I'm in trouble and need Anton's support."

I'm sending you the location; bring your people here immediately.

The enemy has opened fire; I need your help.

After hanging up both calls, Link put his phone back in his pocket, changed the magazine with one hand, and stuffed the old magazine into his suit's inner pocket.

"FUCK! Are they going to start a war in the city?"

Costello cursed again, his voice trembling with fear.

"No, this isn't war, this is murder to silence witnesses."

Link's gaze was as cold as ice.

"Ha, they've finally made their move."

"Them? Who are they?"

"Your good colleagues."

Link glanced at him sideways: "Who else knows you're out?"

"This—this was Ferran's arrangement—you mean!"

"Ha, that's not surprising!"

It turns out that the people in the diocese investigation office were indeed in cahoots with those people in the Sacred Heart Church!

It's probably your boss, Ferran, and the people behind him.

Do you think today's field mission was a coincidence?

He sent you out of his office so that you could bring this file to me—and in doing so, bring the killer to me.

"Damn it! How did they know where we were?"

Every time we meet, we —

"They've been investigating us for at least several days now; it couldn't have started today!"

My deduction is that you were already being watched from the day I first went to the parish administration building to find you.

Ferran gave you that field phone not so you could contact me, but to confirm your location.

Before Link could finish speaking, another volley of bullets swept overhead, hitting the person beside him and sending sparks flying.

He crouched down and listened intently.

The gunfire stopped.

It wasn't that the enemy retreated; they were changing magazines and adjusting their positions.

Then he heard footsteps.

At least four men rapidly approached from the dark alley opposite the parking lot, their tactical boots making a dull, rapid thud on the asphalt.

Taking advantage of the brief lull in the previous barrage of fire, they attempted to flank the two men hiding behind the vehicle and surround them in a crossfire!

Upon seeing the enemy, they did not hide but advanced.

Link was overjoyed!

This is exactly the result he wanted!

The opponent is fighting cautiously, caught in a dilemma, and may even have reinforcements.

If the other side acts recklessly, there is still a chance of survival.

He took a deep breath and pressed his back against the car door.

The footsteps grew closer.

He caught a glimpse of the first person's shadow through the crack behind the car door:

Wearing a dark tactical vest and carrying a submachine gun, he was moving quickly along the restaurant's exterior wall, the muzzle lowered and his gait tense.

凑。

The enemy!

As the man turned around from the corner, Link leaned half his body out from behind the car door, his gun already locked on the man's chest.

"Bang"

"Bang"

Two bursts of fire, one hitting the torso and the other the shoulder.

The gun flew out of the man's hand, and he fell backward, crashing into the plastic menu board at the restaurant entrance with a dull thud.

Immediately afterward, a second gunman rushed out of the alleyway. He was startled by the speed at which his first comrade fell and instinctively took a half-step back.

This half-step is fatal.

Link didn't give him time to readjust his stance; the third bullet precisely pierced the hollow above his collarbone on his bulletproof vest.

He let out a short scream, his weapon fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the floor.

A third gunman emerged from behind a van on the other side of the parking lot, attempting to launch a surprise attack on Link from the side.

The moment he raised his gun, Link caught a glimpse of his shadow out of the corner of his eye.

He turned halfway to the side, readjusted his aim, and fired two shots in quick succession, hitting the enemy's gun-wielding arm and right chest.

The gun flew out of the man's hand before the trigger was pulled, and he crashed into the side of the truck and slipped to the ground.

The fourth gunman remained hidden deep within the alley.

He only saw the order in which his companions fell:

One after another, falling every few seconds, the pace so fast it was like a pre-rehearsed tactical exercise.

"FUCK! What the hell is that monster?!"

He was filled with great fear and hesitated for far too long.

When he finally mustered the courage to stand up from behind the cover, Link's gun was already pointed at him. A bullet pierced his thigh, and he screamed as he fell to one knee, the gun in his hand sliding off the ground and hitting the wall.

The parking lot fell silent again.

Link changed the magazine in his gun, stood up from behind the car door, opened the door and pushed Costello into the passenger seat, then went around to the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Link—where are we going now—"

"We'll see where we go later, but we're not going to stay here!"

I believe this is just their advance force; we must leave this place as soon as possible.

"Okay—okay."

Costello nodded repeatedly.

"Believe me, you will survive!"

Link slammed on the gas, and the Aston Martin's engine roared hoarsely!

[Vehicle Driving - Expert Level] Initiated!

It was Link who acquired his professional driving skills after solving the Turin boy case for Tomsky.

The next moment, he jerked the steering wheel, and the car drew a sharp arc in the middle of the parking lot.

The tires sped towards the old town, crushing the spent cartridge cases and shards of glass scattered on the ground.

Link dialed the number again.

"Munkla, we are moving."

The enemy is temporarily suppressed, but the pursuit continues.

I need you to arrange for people to come to my side immediately for assembly —

"Link, we've already set off. Hang in there!"

"Daniel, where are the people from AnDun?"

"Fifteen minutes. Hang in there."

Daniel's voice came through the microphone, with the roar of car engines audible in the background.

Link hung up the phone and jerked the steering wheel.

The vehicle let out a sharp screech as it approached the entrance to the spiderweb-like network of dark alleyways in Philadelphia's old town.

It's cramped and narrow here, but it's a piece of cake for Link's [Vehicle Driving - Expert Level]!

He stepped on the gas, and the car shot into the maze of alleyways, which was so deep that even the map couldn't fully mark it.

Costello looked around nervously, then suddenly exclaimed in panic, "Damn it! Link! Look behind you!"

Link glanced at the rearview mirror:

Several pairs of headlights were rapidly approaching from behind.

The main force from the other side is coming!

At this critical moment, Link grinned maliciously and then roared, "Hold on tight, Costello! We're taking off!"