Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 91 Tragic

The S.W.A.T. team planned to split into two groups, A and B. Team A was responsible for raiding the building and capturing the target, while Team B was assigned the task of securing the perimeter to prevent the target’s escape.

Initially, Team A infiltrated the apartment building very smoothly, intending to use the S.A.S.’s three principal guidelines for CQB (Close Quarters Battle) to quickly sever communication between the inside and outside of the building, methodically clear each floor, and eliminate all gang members.

However, Tama Riyadi had already received advance warning and was prepared.

Through a covert surveillance and broadcast system inside the building, he directed his armed followers to attack the special forces squad in the pitch-black corridors.

These gang members, who had received military aid from renegade forces, were not only equipped with Excellent weapons but had also undergone basic military training.

In confined spaces, armed with rifles, machine guns, and even grenade launchers, they unleashed a ferocious barrage upon the special forces team.

Half of Team A was killed or injured outright, leaving the survivors no choice but to retreat while dragging their wounded.

Team B hurriedly entered the building to provide support but encountered an ambush at the first-floor stairwell, suffering heavy casualties and calling for sniper support as they fell back.

The snipers from both sides were caught in a standoff, while Tama Riyadi, unruffled, instructed his men to sweep the building for any scattered special forces members.

Li Ang, playing the role of a S.W.A.T. member named John Patrick, had panicked in the chaos after being separated from his teammates and hidden in a room within the building.

Hmm, over seventy percent casualties among teammates, team communication cut off, an ordinary person caught in an encirclement, without backup, and I still need to eliminate 100 fully armed gang members and kill the gang leader...

Li Ang remarked emotionlessly, "Are you sure this isn’t just asking the player to commit suicide?"

The only piece of good news was that Team B, before being overrun, had already cut the building’s power supply.

Now, Tama Riyadi could no longer use the surveillance system and was limited to communicating with his lieutenants through a small number of walkie-talkies.

Such cause for celebration, such cause for celebration... what a load of crap.

Li Ang exhaled sharply, his right hand gripping the SCAR-H, while his left hand slowly pressed against the wardrobe door, quietly opening a slight gap to peer outside.

The room was quite spacious, probably around eighty or ninety square meters, but with doors and windows tightly shut, the lighting was very dim.

The ceiling, invaded by mold, was an ugly grey-black.

The once pale yellow wallpaper on the walls was peeling and mottled.

The seams of the tile floor were full of grime.

All sorts of miscellaneous items were piled in the corners. The TV set, refrigerator, tables, and chairs were all extremely worn, exuding an aura of poverty and decline.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

The knocking was followed by a succession of footsteps and loud cursing from outside.

"Open up!"

A man shouted in Filipino, "Hurry up and open the door!"

No one responded. After a few moments, the wooden door was kicked open with force, and footsteps filed in.

Five men entered—adults, wearing flip-flops and Bulletproof Vests, slim in build, each armed with an AK-47.

Li Ang listened intently to the noises outside the door, holding his breath. He leaned back against the wardrobe and silently drew his Silenced handgun with his left hand, pressing it against the wardrobe door.

THUMP. CLANG. CRASH.

A continuous sound of heavy objects falling resonated from outside the wardrobe, as if those five men were rummaging through the room’s contents with their gun butts, searching for any possible hiding spots—tables, chairs, even the television stand.

Li Ang listened to the footsteps, piecing together a rough layout of the room in his mind from the glimpses he had caught earlier.

The silencer of the Kimber automatic pistol was pressed against the wardrobe door, moving slowly. When the five men inside the room were at their closest to each other, Li Ang pulled the trigger.

The .45 ACP (11.43mm) bullet, spiraling down six right-hand rifling grooves, burst out of the gun’s barrel. Aided by the long, thick black silencer, it made only a sound akin to a soft clap of hands.

POP, POP, POP.

Three bullets pierced the skulls of the three men closest to the wardrobe, blood splattering and spraying.

The wardrobe was too narrow to properly aim the SCAR rifle, and the effective range for Precision Shooting with a pistol was actually quite short.

Even Li Ang wasn’t confident he could hit the two furthest men in the head with a pistol, given his poor shooting posture and limited visibility.

If the bullets hit the enemies’ Bulletproof Vests instead, failing to incapacitate them immediately, the two gang members, upon recovering their senses, could easily pick up their AK rifles and spray the wardrobe with bullets.

As the three shots rang out, the bodies of those three men instantly went limp, crashing to the floor.

The remaining two turned their heads in panic, raising their rifles.

However, as Li Ang fired three shots with his left hand, he forcefully pushed open the wardrobe door with the back of the same hand.

He twisted his body to the side and, quick as Flint Stone, used the opened-up space to rapidly aim his SCAR rifle with his right hand, firing precise shots at the two men’s heads.

BANG, BANG.

The loud gunfire echoed through the room. The 7.62mm bullets blasted off their skullcaps, causing a red and white viscous liquid to splash against the walls.

All five enemies fell to the ground almost simultaneously. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

One of them, fingers still stiff on the trigger, fell backward, his gun still firing automatically, leaving a trail of bullet marks on the already mottled walls.

Li Ang crouched down and waited until the unmanned AK rifle finally ceased firing before standing up and walking out of the wardrobe.

The thunderous gunshots here would have undoubtedly drawn the attention of the gang members upstairs and downstairs, who could arrive at any moment.

I have to move immediately.

Just as Li Ang was about to leave the living room, he heard a nearly imperceptible "click" of a door opening from the bedroom to his left.

He instantly dropped into a crouch, tilting his body to the left and raising his muzzle toward the bedroom door.

"Hmm—"

A young Filipina woman with dark skin, barely conscious, hummed as she staggered out of the bedroom, pushing the door open.

She wore a cheap, gray shirt, her body thin and bony, with curly, dry, maroon hair, sunken eye sockets, and very dark circles.

Her facial contours were still decent, but her skin was quite rough, covered in dark acne, and her hands and feet were riddled with scars.

The woman leaned against the wall as she walked out. She showed no sign of panic or astonishment at the sight of the bodies on the floor. Instead, she sucked on her fingers, staggered to the wall, and slowly sat down, giving Li Ang a slow, foolish smile.

A strange smell wafted out from the bedroom. Li Ang gradually stood up and glanced inside.

Through the smoky haze, several women could be seen lying haphazardly on the bedroom bed, all in the same attire and in the same vacant, dilated-pupil state. One of them, seeing Li Ang enter, even waved languidly, slowly tugging at her clothes.

Tama Riyadi had bought this apartment building a long time ago, attracting tenants with extremely cheap rent and using them as human shields to disrupt official apprehension.

Those who lived here were either drug addicts or flat broke, desperate indigents—people who were very likely to become addicts themselves over time.

Pitiful, tragic.

Li Ang remained silent and lowered his weapon.

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