Arranged marriage, love blossoms; a fiercely devoted soldier dotes on her alone.

In the darkness of night,

Yan Wenhu, along with a group of elite Black Tiger Gang members, Thomas, and Shirley, drove several cars at breakneck speed to the cement bridge.

By this time, the battle on the cement bridge had already ended.

As night fell, the scene was a mess, with blood splattered everywhere, and each corpse riddled with bullet holes—a horrifying sight. The thick stench of blood filled the air, making one feel nauseous.

Yan Wenhu saw his trusted lieutenant, whom he had sent to meet the CIA, lying dead by the car door, his body riddled with bullet holes. One of his men pulled a cell phone from the body; the phone was damaged by bullets, but the screen still showed missed calls from Yan Wenhu, indicating that the man was still alive when he made the calls…

Yan Wenhu, his face turning ashen with rage, ordered his men, "Immediately send someone to find out who the hell did this."

"Damn it, anyone who dares to kill my people on my turf must pay with their blood. I'm going to wipe out their whole family."

"It's the boss."

One of his men agreed and went to the side to make a phone call.

Thomas and Shirley saw that four CIA agents were dead in the first car; judging from the scene, they must have been shot and killed in the first wave of attacks...

Thomas frowned and said to Shirley, "Given the reaction speed and adaptability of those four people, the attackers must be very strong to have rendered them helpless. The attackers must be from the special forces to have done this."

Shirley nodded and said, "Given the fighting ability of those four, it's impossible that they didn't fight back. Now that all four of them are dead in the car, it means that the other side launched an attack immediately after the car accident, catching them off guard."

Thomas quickly walked to the second car and saw a headless corpse hanging on the passenger side door. A large pool of blood on the ground had dried, and the other four people in the car were in various states of death.

But one thing is certain: the "Butcher" squad fired back before they died...

At this moment, Shirley stepped forward to examine the wounds of the five "butcher" victims.

Then, with a slight frown, she said, "Team leader, judging from the gunshot wounds and muzzle wounds on the five members of the 'Butcher' squad, they were all killed by snipers from a distance."

"Only special forces or specially trained SWAT teams can carry out long-range sniping in the pitch black of night."

"Could the attackers be connected to the T country's military?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas's expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the depths of his heart...

Thomas felt a chill run down his spine, and he instinctively shrank his neck and squatted down...

At the same time, a gunshot rang out in the distance, shrouded in darkness.

"Bang!"

In the darkness, a sniper bullet whizzed past Thomas's head. Thomas could clearly feel the intense heat as the bullet flew past; if he hadn't crouched down and hunched his shoulders, his head would have been blown apart.

"There's a sniper at the ten o'clock position!"

Thomas rolled over and leaned against the SUV, shouting a warning.

As expected of a veteran special agent with exceptional combat experience, he instantly pinpointed the sniper's location.

In fact, the instant the sniper rifle fired, Sherry, who was bending down to examine the body, immediately fell to the ground and then rolled repeatedly in a standard tactical evasive maneuver. It can be seen that Sherry has a high level of combat skills, and her strength is comparable to Thomas's...

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more gunshots rang out in the darkness!

"puff!"

"puff!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The heads of Yan Wenhu's two henchmen were simultaneously blown off, exploding like two ripe watermelons, with bits of flesh and blood splattering all over Yan Wenhu's head and body.

"thump!"

Yan Wenhu reacted quickly, leaping and landing on the ground. He rolled a few times on the ground, but because he was fat, his movements were not agile enough. His movements resembled a seal wriggling on the ground, which made people want to laugh.

"Enemy attack! Get down!"

Yan Wenhu shouted loudly!

"Bang bang bang..."

Several more sniper shots rang out, and several elite members of the Black Tiger Gang were shot in the head and killed before they could even react...

"Thump~ Thump~".

Several headless corpses lay sprawled on the bridge, blood flowing freely...

The remaining elite members of the Black Tiger Gang were so frightened that they quickly lay down on the ground, covering their heads with their hands and trembling.

These thugs may bully ordinary people, fight fiercely, and harass men and women, but they are far from being able to face such cruel death on the battlefield.

In terms of both personal combat skills and combat experience, they are far inferior to special forces.

The sheer visual impact of smashing someone's head was so shocking that it instantly shattered the psyche of these so-called Black Tiger Gang elites.

The bloody scene caused some people to vomit violently on the ground. Others were so frightened that they lay on the ground, covering their heads and screaming, as if doing so would bolster their courage or make them immune to death...

This is the difference between soldiers and bandits...

At this moment, Thomas shouted, "Yan Wenhu, we've fallen into their trap! Quickly get the driver to bring the car over and help us escape, or we'll all die here!"

Upon hearing Thomas's reminder, Yan Wenhu reacted and shouted, "Quickly, bring the car over here!"

They had parked their car at the bridgehead because of a car accident and a bloody gunfight that had occurred on the bridge.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the driver and the remaining members of the Black Tiger Gang immediately went into battle mode. When they heard their boss order them to drive the car over to provide backup, the driver immediately started the car and rushed towards the bridge.

"Whoosh!"

In the night sky, a rocket roared through the darkness, leaving a long, orange-red trail of flame.

"Boom!"

The first off-road vehicle was hit by a rocket and blown to pieces, bursting into flames...

Everyone in the car perished…

"Boom!"

The fire caused the fuel tank to explode, triggering a secondary explosion that completely reduced the SUV to rubble.

"Whoosh!"

Before anyone could react, a rocket hit another Mercedes that had already crashed onto the bridge.

"Boom!"

The car was blown off the bridge and overturned into the river below. The river was full of pebbles, and the car was smashed to pieces. The horrific scene was too gruesome to bear.

The driver was so badly injured by the explosion and the fall that he was unrecognizable; even his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him.

The remaining drivers were too afraid to drive, and they all ran out of their cars and hid to the side.

They're also afraid of being bombed. The next rocket might hit their car, and then it would be too late to run away.

Thomas knew something was wrong when he saw this; the other side had already set a trap for him.

So he said to Shirley, "We can't stay on the bridge. Let's find a way to jump into the river and escape under the cover of night."

Shirley shook her head, looking dejected, and said, "There's a sniper watching us. If we peek out, we'll get our heads blown off."

At this moment, Yan Wenhu, hiding behind the car, shouted, "Shirley, we're being watched by snipers, the enemy has rockets, and now the bridge is blocked. We can't move. What do we do?"

"Aren't all the people in your CIA supposed to be very capable?"

"Then we'd better figure out a way to escape!"

"The other side hasn't shown up to launch an attack yet, and I have a feeling there's some kind of conspiracy going on."

Thomas heard Yan Wenhu speak.

My heart sank suddenly, and upon reflection, it was indeed true.

The other side first wiped out the "human butcher" squad, then pretended to escape, and then quietly lay in wait for him to take the bait.

Thinking of this,

Suddenly, a figure flashed into Thomas's mind.

Xiao Zhan,

Such an ingeniously designed series of traps.

Could all of this have been orchestrated by Xiao Zhan?