America: The Cremator

After the line of sight was cut off, no more bullets flew in from outside the warehouse. Only the wind blowing through the metal walls produced a sharp whistling sound at the bullet holes in the walls.

Seizing this brief respite, Elena shouted, "Everyone! Report the situation!"

"Black's second piece is safe!"

"Black's number three piece is safe!"

Scattered responses came from behind the various bunkers. Seeing that none of her teammates were injured, she asked again, "Sulong, how are you all doing?"

"I'm fine!" Wells replied quickly.

Surong's voice came from behind a shelf: "I'm still alive."

Elena noticed the weakness in his voice and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... a minor issue." Su Long didn't elaborate further.

Elena frowned, but she quickly remembered Sulong's terrifying regenerative ability and "Raphael" who could heal injuries, so she stopped asking questions and took out her communicator, switched to the command center channel, and quickly reported.

"This is Black Team. We've been attacked at Parker's Candy Factory. One FBI agent has been killed. Requesting immediate backup! Repeat, requesting immediate backup!"

"The enemy has a heavy sniper rifle, and we cannot rule out the possibility of other heavy weaponry. Requesting FDRF support!"

(FDRF, Federal Disaster Response Force, is an elite, heavily armed rapid reaction force under the command of each state, used to suppress large-scale armed group insurgency and Class B or higher bizarre disasters.)

"Headquarters received. The FDRF task force is en route."

Upon receiving the reply from headquarters, Elena decisively ordered: "Everyone, regroup, provide alternating cover, and prepare to retreat!"

However, just as everyone cautiously peeked out from behind the steel frame shelter, a screeching sound of tires broke the silence outside the factory area.

A bread truck without any license plates rushed in from the factory entrance, and in front of the warehouse door, it performed a reckless drift, its heavy rear end precisely aimed at the open warehouse door.

The rear cargo door of the carriage suddenly swung open, revealing a PKM general-purpose machine gun mounted on a tripod inside the carriage.

The next second, orange-yellow flames spewed from the muzzle of the gun, and a dense hail of bullets, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, poured into the warehouse.

"Da da da da da—!"

The bullet shattered the concrete floor and struck the steel shelves, exploding into a series of blinding sparks and making a deafening clanging sound.

The cover they had just left was instantly torn open with countless jagged gaps, forcing them to scramble for new cover.

The scream of a "black" player and Wells' painful groan rang out almost simultaneously.

Surong turned his head to look and saw that the team member's right shoulder had been torn open by a bullet, leaving a bloody gash, while Wells was clutching his thigh, blood gushing from between his fingers.

The two men lay on the open ground outside the bunker, groaning in pain.

Su Long's pupils suddenly turned cold. He took a deep breath and released an invisible force of will, like a shockwave, towards the bread truck.

Inside the carriage, the gunman who had pulled the trigger suddenly stiffened. A chill from the depths of his soul made his mind go blank, and his finger on the trigger involuntarily loosened.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Sulong suddenly emerged from behind cover, flames shooting from the muzzle of his "Sirius" gun.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After four muffled gunshots, four bursts of blood erupted inside the carriage, and the four figures inside collapsed limply to the ground like puppets whose strings had been cut.

However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, two more engine roars came from outside the warehouse.

Elena quickly ordered, "Medics! Drag the wounded back! Everyone else, find advantageous positions and prepare for a counterattack!"

Two black SUVs quickly stopped next to the van, and both sides, using their respective cover, engaged in a fierce firefight.

Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire erupted again inside and outside the warehouse.

However, the "Black Chess" team was clearly more tactically skilled, and their precise shots killed three of the opponents in succession, suppressing the remaining assassins behind the vehicle and preventing them from showing themselves.

An assassin carrying an RPG rocket launcher tried to peek out and fire, but was shot in the head by Suron and died on the spot.

The remaining men dared not peek out again, and could only throw grenades into the warehouse through the vehicle.

Fortunately, the two sides were not close to each other. When the grenades were thrown over the vehicle, they could not reach behind Su Long and his group. They could only land in the middle and create a cloud of smoke that enhanced the atmosphere of the battlefield.

Seeing that the grenades had no effect, the people outside threw in several Molotov cocktails.

With the sound of shattering glass, orange flames and acrid black smoke quickly filled the warehouse.

One of the Molotov cocktails flew in an arc and landed precisely in front of the pile of corpses.

Following the trail of the Molotov cocktail, Su Long discovered that the corpses had completed more than half of their transformation into black mud.

Even Adam, who had only recently died, had part of his body transformed into writhing black sludge that exuded an ominous aura.

The flames in front of the pile of corpses spread rapidly, soon igniting the clothing on the outermost bodies.

Seeing this, Su Long's eyes lit up. Seizing the brief lull between the two sides as they stopped to reload, he rolled over and landed behind the stench-filled mountain of corpses.

A cluster of golden primordial fire emerged from his palm. He flicked his finger and sent it into the ordinary flame produced by burning gasoline.

The entire sea of ​​fire was instantly dyed a pure gold, and the temperature and power of the flames surged several times over, instantly engulfing the entire mountain of corpses.

The corpses, which were originally burning slowly, now melted and vaporized rapidly in the golden holy fire, like butter thrown into a steel furnace, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.

A series of system notifications flashed across Su Long's field of vision.

[Burning the pile of gang members' corpses grants 40 experience points.]

[Burning the body of elite human FBI Special Agent Adam grants 5 experience points and the blessing attribute "Intelligence Insight☆"]

Su Long was taken aback upon seeing this.

Historically, experience points have always been gained by burning human corpses, while entries have been obtained by burning bizarre corpses.

Aside from obtaining the Sirius Contract by burning Old John, this was the first time a blessing was obtained by burning a human corpse.

Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a heavy and unique "buzzing" sound came from the distant horizon, growing louder and louder until it quickly drowned out all the gunfire on the battlefield.

The assassins outside the warehouse instinctively looked up and saw a jet-black Apache Longbow attack helicopter whizzing in from afar like a hawk hunting.

Meanwhile, on the abandoned signal tower, the Mexican observer also spotted through binoculars the support convoy speeding down the main road.

When he finally saw the outline of one of the cars through his binoculars, he immediately cursed.

"FUCK! That's a Bradley infantry fighting vehicle!"

He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and anxiously notified his accomplices in the factory.

"The cops' reinforcements have arrived! Retreat! Retreat now!"

However, the bald black sniper suddenly grinned maliciously: "Just a Bradley, and you're scared?"

The observer turned his head instantly and found that his partner's cheeks were flushed abnormally, and he seemed to have fallen into a state of extreme frenzy and excitement.

"Are you fucking on drugs? You think you can take down Bradley and the Apache helicopter in the sky at the same time? I don't want to die here!"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and haphazardly turned the windage and distance knobs on the sniper rifle scope several times: "Run, you idiot!"

"asshole!"

The sniper saw his scope being disrupted and cursed angrily, elbowing him away before pulling out the "Dream" bottle from his pocket again and taking another pill.

His breathing suddenly became extremely rapid, and his face turned an eerie flush from excessive blood flow.

He rested the cold stock on his shoulder again and aimed directly at the outline of the infantry fighting vehicle rapidly approaching the factory using the iron sights on the gun.

In an instant, everything around him slowed down and became blurry, except for the Bradley infantry fighting vehicle in the distance, which, like a close-up shot being continuously zoomed in, magnified in his pupils, with every detail becoming incredibly clear.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, the drug-induced frenzy washing over every nerve, burning away all fear and reason, leaving only a destructive urge to destroy everything in front of him.

"Come on... baby..."

He murmured to himself in a tone almost like a lover's whisper, his index finger slowly resting on the trigger.