CHAPTER 121: 61 BEHEADING OPERATION!

This is a black-on-black operation, but I feel no psychological pressure. Andre is a criminal, involved in the smuggling and trafficking of humans, forcing them into prostitution. He controls many women in his hands.

These women might not have known at the beginning that they would meet such a tragic end.

They will become money-making tools controlled by the gang.

Beatings, drugs, these become the shackles that bind them, eventually turning them into discarded corpses.

It’s a horrifying and helpless situation, a gray world that inherently cannot be exposed to sunlight.

Many people are not aware of the misery of these women, or how their families will be shattered.

If they volunteered and could make money to change their lives, that would probably be the best outcome.

But reality is not so kind.

In Miami, many illegal immigrants from Central and South America are controlled by people, becoming either tools for gangs transporting drugs and cash or toys for men.

I have seen too much of the dark side.

Picking up the precision marksman rifle, I aimed and adjusted the scope.

Sofia looked at me curiously. In the United States, many people can use firearms, but far fewer can snipe.

Within 100M, one can aim with a scope, and shooting is easy, but beyond 200M it becomes difficult and requires learning many skills.

Testing wind speed, humidity, these factors affect shooting trajectory, and only through professional training can one become a qualified sniper.

A Chevrolet and a Ford Raptor were parked on the roadside.

Kelly Ella and Amir, five people arrived at the designated position.

Kelly Ella were all wearing short sleeves and shorts, and when they saw me, they immediately walked over.

"Hey buddy, any business?" Amir, along with Duke, also walked to the van’s tailgate.

Duke and Freddie are typical Mexican mixed race, crew-cut, well-built. Seeing me with an MK14, Duke frowned.

"The target is diamond worth five million."

"Haha, I like it!" Amir laughed happily, not asking anything else, directly picking up a plug and inserting it into his tactical vest, taking off his top and pants and putting on combat gear, even deliberately raising his eyebrows at Sofia.

"How’s my body?"

Sofia smiled and gave Amir the finger, "I prefer Kenny’s."

"Fack, I knew you two were together."

"Shut up!" I also started changing clothes.

The men present changed their outfits, Kelly and Ella got in the car and closed the door.

When they came out, the two girls had already changed into combat gear.

Sofia held a tablet, showing the footage taken by the drone.

"Andre’s villa is 400 meters away from here. Block the wireless signals around the villa. You have only 30 minutes.

The villa is standalone, with no neighbors around. There are 12 bodyguards in the villa, all armed. Remember, unlike the gangs you’ve encountered before, Andre’s men are all ex-military, from Georgia, Serbia, and Russia. His trusted bodyguard is a member of the former Serbian Special Forces unit, the Cobras.

The Cobras are an elite special force under the Serbian Gendarmerie, with fewer than 100 members, often performing secret missions in hot spots like Bosnia and Kosovo. They are very dangerous guys.

So, you only have 30 minutes!"

"Fack!" Amir gave me the finger, "This is the job you chose? We have to fight a bunch of ex-military, including special forces?"

"OH MY GOD!" Duke looked at the screen and covered his forehead. "Security is tight. There are a lot of cameras around. If an alarm is triggered or the signal is cut, they will notice something is wrong right away."

Sofia looked approvingly at Duke, "Have you served in the military?"

"Ranger!"

"First Armored Division?" Sofia asked curiously.

Duke smiled, not answering her question.

"GOOD, seems like we’ve got a pro, but Kenny, you and the others have no formal combat experience, so we need to devise a detailed plan. I’ll handle the command."

Amir and the others looked at Sofia, suspecting there was something off about this woman.

She definitely wasn’t a modeling agency boss.

"I have a plan!"

"WHAT?" Everyone around looked at me, only Ella and Kelly were filled with trust in me.

"Yes, I have one. Duke and Amir will handle cutting off power and communication. Sofia will block signals, and I’ll take care of sniping and clearing the sentry."

"WHAT?"

Duke widened his eyes, "You handle sniping? GOD! You’re just a college student. Fucking sniper!"

"Do you have a problem?" I looked at Duke.

"Can you do it?" Sofia looked at me with the same distrust.

"I can learn!"

"Learn?" Amir and the others gaped, their expressions strange, learn? "Are you kidding me? This isn’t a game."

"I know, I can do it!"

"Fack!" Duke’s expression was full of helplessness, "This is war!"

"The target isn’t far, no problem!"

"Alright!" Duke picked up the MCX, slapped in a magazine, grabbed two loads of ammunition, and hung two stun grenades on himself.

The two women were also sorting out their gear, showing no tension.

"Let’s go!"

"GOD!" Amir cursed as we all got in the van.

We reached a small road near the villa and dispersed around it.

Sofia’s voice came through the earpiece.

"When Duke cuts off the power and communication, Amir and Kelly will wait for the opportunity to set up the jammer! Our frequency band has been adjusted, now testing.

Kenny, Kenny, do you hear me?"

"COPY!"

"GOOD! The time is AM:10:7! Action begins in 8 minutes!"

I climbed a tree, lay on the trunk, and observed the villa 100M away through the scope.