Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The two front-line members of the assault team fell down immediately, and the third person hid behind the broken wall.

A green laser beam first emerged from behind the wall.

Chen Mo turned his gun towards the source of the laser beam.

The bullet pierced through the broken wall.

The enemy behind the wall fell down immediately.

The fourth person turned to run, but a cloud of blood mist exploded from his back.

Terrified screams echoed through the encrypted channel.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Man down! Man down!"

"We need support! Repeat, we need..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Chen Mo fired as he walked forward.

With each burst of fire, a black-clad team member fell outside.

At the entrance to the wine cellar, Ghost and Naga peered out through a crack.

Naga's mouth slowly opened.

The ghost took off his cracked glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief.

His voice sounded slightly distorted for the first time.

"That wasn't one person firing a gun; it was a mobile artillery position."

"Thank God, he's on our side."

Naga swallowed hard.

Just how powerful is the boss?

The live stream inside continued, while Chen Mo walked out of the club's ruins.

The night wind dispersed the smoke.

In the distance, the second group of black ops is getting off their vehicles.

This time, they didn't rush in.

The three men in the front row planted heavy bulletproof shields into the ground, with gun barrels protruding from behind the shields.

The rear-line soldiers knelt behind the armor wreckage, while snipers positioned themselves on either flank, their green lasers slicing back and forth through the smoke.

Similarly, there are no numbers or identification marks; everyone simply listens to the Black Palace's encrypted channel.

The shield slowly closed, like a moving steel wall.

Chen Mo stood outside the ruins, holding guns in both hands.

The figure was terrifyingly clear in the night vision goggles.

The captain suddenly raised his hand and pressed down twice.

The shield bearers continued to advance, while the fingers of the rear-line players simultaneously touched the triggers.

Chen Mo fired first.

The bullets don't hit the shield face; they aim for the shield edges, wrists, knees, and observation windows.

The first shield bearer's wrist exploded, and the heavy bulletproof shield slammed to the ground.

As soon as the breach appeared, Chen Mo swept a burst of bullets, and the two men in the back row burst into bloody mist from their chests and fell backward.

Just as the team member on the right mounted the automatic weapon on the armor wreckage, Chen Mo's machine gun had already run out of ammunition.

Without reloading, he swung his arm, and the heavy gun flew horizontally, smashing through the shield like an iron brick.

The team member, shield and all, was sent flying backward and crashed into the broken wall, where he remained motionless.

Chen Mo's second machine gun continued to roar.

The ammunition belt shortened rapidly, and spent cartridges piled up in a small heap at his feet.

The bulletproof shields fell one after another, and the black-clad team members hiding behind them fell into the rubble one after another.

In less than a minute, the second Black Ops team was completely wiped out.

The commander of the Black Ops group in the distance stared at the thermal imaging, his fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly.

He only managed to exhale a difficult breath when the last glimmer of light went out.

"What exactly is that thing?"

No one answered.

The live stream continued inside the wine cellar.

Whitman and Coleman have gone all out.

The gunshots were just outside; each one felt like a blow to their hearts.

They didn't know how long Chen Mo could hold out, they only knew that if they didn't speak now, they wouldn't even have a chance to speak once the Black Ops team stormed in.

Whitman started by talking about the venue.

"Some were taken to private estates, some were locked in basements, and some were treated as playthings. The next day, those people disappeared."

Coleman then went on to talk about the documents.

"I signed the order. Change the murder to an accident, the disappearance to running away from home, and the body to be disposed of as insufficient evidence."

Whitman's lips trembled uncontrollably, and Coleman's eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at the camera, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"We did a lot of things with those bastards in the Black House and those capitalists. Abuse, murder, and the kind of things you least want to believe. We were all there."

Coleman lowered his head even further.

"We not only knew about it, we participated in it, we ate it, and we also made the people below clean up all the traces."

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment, then exploded.

No one spoke in the bar, and in countless family living rooms, parents instinctively covered their children's ears.

Some people were angry, some vomited, and some were so engrossed in the screen that they didn't even notice their phones had fallen to the ground.

Inside the wine cellar, Naga's smile gradually faded.

He looked at the two people on the ground as if they were two piles of talking garbage.

"Boss, I want to shoot right now."

Chen Mo looked at the two people in the camera lens.

"Don't rush, let them finish speaking first."

The Black House encrypted conference room.

The voice on the phone had completely lost patience.

"They're dragging everyone down with them. Stop pretending and kill them all."

Inside the state emergency command center, Alan Gray held the phone, his face pale.

He knew that continuing to fire would be tantamount to admitting to silencing him, but he had no other choice now.

If these two continue talking, no one knows what they might say next.

Allen looked up at the commander on site.

"All armored vehicles advance, heavy weapons resume firing, wipe that ruin off the map."

The commander did not answer immediately.

Allen's voice was harsh.

"This is an order from the Black Palace."

The bounty countdown has only five minutes left.

Inside the stadium, the armored vehicles restarted, with their machine guns and sniper rifles simultaneously suppressing the area where Chen Mo was located.

This time, the enemy didn't aim for close combat; they only wanted to force Chen Mo back and then bomb the wine cellar flat.

Chen Mo looked towards the wine cellar.

The notebook, the governor, and the attorney general are all inside.

He could keep charging despite the bullets, but there's no need.

Chen Mo deliberately reduced his firepower, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

He retreated behind the broken wall and then into the ruins of the clubhouse.

The Black Ops commander immediately reported.

"The target is retreating; the fire suppression is effective."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared on Allen's face.

In the wine cellar, Ghost looked at Chen Mo.

"Boss, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Mo placed the second machine gun against the wall.

"Wait until we send the craziest people here with five billion US dollars."

Naga glanced outside.

"We can fight our way out ourselves, so why do we need to wait for someone to rescue us?"

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"Because I want to see how many Americans five billion can turn into madmen."

Naga grinned.

"What if no one comes?"

Chen Mo glanced at Whitman and Coleman in the corner of the bar and smirked.

"The countdown is over. Kill those two first, then I'll take you away."

The ghost smiled slightly.

"No matter the outcome, we win, boss."

Ten minutes ago, on the rooftop of the office building.

Vera lay prone behind the sniper rifle and did not fire again.

She was observing.

Observe the position of the inner ring armored vehicles, the sniper's location, the altitude at which National Guard helicopters enter and exit the airspace, and the intervals between police searchlight sweeps...

A few minutes later, she pieced together a complete route in her mind.

This cannot be done by one person alone.

She needs armed helicopters, and she also needs enough firepower.