CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 32: TWO-MAN ASSASSINS

I am different from the other gang members. With shooting mastery, I can rival professional shooters.

Shooting requires a lot of live ammunition practice. An ordinary person would need time to become an excellent shooter, but I skipped the process.

The enhancement in constitution significantly improves both muscle strength and reflexes.

Walk through the main door, find the opponent’s position.

In their moment of panic, I fired.

A magazine’s worth of bullets was emptied.

Beside me, Ella not only possesses shooting mastery but also enhanced neural reflexes. Her reaction speed is even faster than mine, raising her weapon and firing while moving.

In skirmishes, or rather, indoor CQB, Ella has a terrifying talent.

Two assault rifles suddenly opened fire.

Bullets flew indoors.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Trash cans around were blown away.

Bullet marks appeared on the concrete platform.

A round of gunfire, dense bullets like fireflies in the night, were everywhere.

"God!"

A Costa Rican hid in fright behind the concrete platform.

Bam.

Three of his companions next to him collapsed onto the ground, their bodies convulsing.

"Damn it! Suppressing fire, suppressing fire." He shouted while firing blindly with his gun.

"Shit, we lost seven men!"

Thirteen gang members, half died in the first round of contact.

They couldn’t accept this outcome.

We were using 5.56 caliber NATO standard ammunition. Although it wasn’t as powerful as 7.62mm caliber, assault rifle bullets are not small caliber handgun ammunition. The massive kinetic energy can crush a human body’s organs in an instant.

Muscles and bones will shatter; this isn’t a movie.

"Fight back, fight back!" Hiding behind the stone platform, they raised their arms, firing indiscriminately. Bullets hit the walls, sparking.

I lowered my body, pointed to the left, Ella nodded, changing her magazine.

I raised three fingers.

3, 2, 1

"COVER ME!"

I raised my rifle and moved quickly to the left.

Ella cooperatively stood up, holding her rifle, bam bam, bam bam!

Two rounds burst fire, targeting the flash of gunfire.

The arm had just been raised when bam, a bullet hit the stone platform, scaring the enemy into immediately withdrawing their arm.

"Damn it! How many are there?"

"Didn’t get a clear look!"

I moved to the left side of the stone platform. Watching the guy lying on the ground.

My finger pulled the trigger.

Bam bam bam bam bam!

"Fack!" Bam, one shot hit the guy’s forehead, knocking him backward.

"Damn it!"

Bam bam! Two more were shot in the chest.

Three remaining crawled on the ground with weapons, a row of bullet holes appearing behind them.

"I’m going to kill this bastard."

Bam bam!

Ella stood on the stone platform, aimed at a crawling guy, the bullet pierced his spine.

The muzzle moved rapidly, Ella became a shooting machine.

Bam bam, bam bam!

Rhythmic double-taps appeared.

Another two fell to the ground.

The remaining six were instantly killed.

"Nicely done." I gave Ella a thumbs up.

The girl didn’t look happy, but put down the rifle, quickly drew the handgun from her waist, staring at the rear side door, gripping the pistol with one hand, supporting her right hand with the other.

Bam bam!

One shot hit the opponent’s chest, one shot hit the abdomen.

Mozambique Drill?

I looked at the girl in front of me with some astonishment.

In that moment, I didn’t respond, but she did, her psychological quality, timing of shooting, even drawing speed was so fast I couldn’t respond.

She’s a genius, although artificially created by me, a genius still is a genius.

I believe, at this distance, if I were to duel her one-on-one, like a Wild West gunfight, I would surely die.

"CLEAR!"

The girl said calmly, her first kill, she had no significant emotional changes.

"GOOD!" I gave Ella a thumbs up.

Receiving my approval, the girl smiled, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can! You’re my best employee."

Ella holstered the handgun, changed the magazine on her assault rifle, and came to my side.

A corpse lay inside the side door.

Passing through the side door, we arrived at Alfredo’s office.

Behind the glass door, the Costa Rican boss was smoking a cigar, watching us.

"Fack, I thought many people had come, only to find it was just the two of you?"

"Nice to meet you; I’m Kenny, Kenny Clark."

I entered the office with my AR16, aiming at him. As long as he moved an inch, I’d blow his chest apart.

"Alright Kenny, nice to meet you, fack, I still can’t believe two of you killed my elite forces."

I smiled broadly, "You’re a gang, not a special ops team. You’re all amateurs. Many aren’t even gunmen."

"Alright Kenny, let’s make a deal, spare me, the money in the safe is all yours. Johnny won’t give you two hundred thousand US Dollars, this is a big sum. With money, you can enjoy life."

"I refuse."

Bam!

I shot through his thigh.

"Ahhh damn it! Don’t you want money? Cash, US Dollars. Here in the United States, money buys you everything."

"My friends Johnson and Eddy are dead."

"I’m sorry. This is war, right buddy?" Alfredo cautiously watched me.

"There’s two hundred thousand in cash in the safe?"

"Yes!" Hearing me ask about the cash, Alfredo smiled happily. "This is the right choice. Spare me, and the money is yours. Without me, you can’t open the safe; soon, MPD will arrive, and you won’t get the money."

"Where’s the surveillance storage?"

I didn’t ask for the safe’s combination, instead, I asked about the surveillance server!