Chapter 15

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton pulled open the room door, glanced around, confirmed no one was coming this way, then carefully retraced his steps along the same route he had just taken.

Throughout the process he stuck to cover, making as little noise as possible.

Drip drop... Splash...

The faint dripping and flowing water masked his already light footsteps.

At this moment, Milton even had the illusion that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the darkness!

Even the slightest unexpected movement made one instantly tense, heart rate accelerating uncontrollably.

He inched to the entrance, left the Sewer via the stairs, and upon seeing the land shrouded in Night, Milton finally let out a long breath of relief.

Along the way there were no surprises — no Patrols, no Sentries.

"If my opponents were Seals... no, just any Trained person with a bit of Vigilance, setting up a few Patrol personnel, and I would have been completely done for."

On his way out, Milton also glanced at the Storage Room, but he did not go untie Shawn.

Untying takes time, explaining takes time, and time is what Milton lacks most!

Not to mention, Liya is still inside.

Two and a half minutes later, Milton arrived at the Pickup Truck, donned all Equipment at the fastest speed, and took all Props!

The Heavy Body Armor was heavy, the Tactical Helmet made his neck very uncomfortable... not to mention the huge Physical Strength consumption, and he had no Resupply.

But when Milton put on the helmet and loaded the Magazines, an unprecedented Steadiness returned to his heart.

Milton squeezed the Optic hard and said with a Cold Smile: "Chased me for so long, chased enough? Now it's my turn to chase and kill you..."

Let these Third World Worm/Pests witness what Information Suppression is, what Firepower Suppression is!

With Milton having already figured out their numbers, Weaponry, approximate positions, and having Sneak Attacked one person, the Enemy's Understanding of Milton was still 0!

Soon, Milton returned to the Sewer once more.

But this time, he no longer needed to deliberately mask his footsteps — with this much load, he couldn't mask the Footsteps anyway.

Milton Half-jogged to Liya's Room Door, learning the approximate Layout of the Pharmacy area.

This area has two floors total; currently they are on Basement Level 1, the killers are on Basement Level 2, and the only Road connecting the two floors is a Narrow Stairwell.

At the end of the Stairwell are three rooms: one Pharmacy and two Bedrooms.

Among them, the Pharmacy and Guest Room are Simple Layout — just a simple Rectangle. Only the Master Bedroom is more Complex, a Triple-room with Study, Walk-in Closet, and Bathroom.

In Indoor Combat, this kind of Layout is indeed quite a Headache... because Simple Layout can completely be handled by flooding with Frag Grenades and flashes, making those inside with nowhere to escape lose Combat Effectiveness, no need for high-risk Dynamic Entry.

While enemies in Complex Layout seeing a grenade come in can just Temporary Retreat to the Study, wait for the Explosion to end, then choose to re-emerge and occupy Advantageous Firing Position or fall back to the Study and establish a Defensive Formation.

The Sewer room walls are also thick Reinforced Concrete, hard to Penetrate directly.

"Wait here." Milton showed no fear, gun in hand walking toward the Stair Direction, "Don't come out before the Combat ends."

Liya choked back tears: "Inspector, please save my father..."

"... I'll try."

Soon, Milton reached the Stairwell and planned to Clear it using Standard Procedure.

Just then, a burst of Huge Noise Footsteps suddenly came from below the Stairwell, accompanied by a very Dissatisfied voice: "You done yet? Usually it's over in Five Minutes, right? It's our turn..."

A Burly figure Swaggered right up to Milton's face!

The killer Stunned in place, Confused about what was happening.

Bang bang bang!

Milton unhesitatingly squeezed the Trigger in his hand, the simple but Reliable Type 56 Assault Rifle firing a Three-round Burst, the Unprepared killer immediately shot, collapsing to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

The AK-47 never Disappoints, even if it's just a Copy.

Milton quickly performed a Headshot Chest Double-tap Follow-up Shot on the fallen body, immediately Stepped Forward, using a Small External Arc to complete Reconnaissance of the Stairwell, then Leaned against the wall and moved down the stairs with Small Steps — this Positioning meant he couldn't be hit by fire from below, only needed to Arch the front.

The Automatic Rifle shooting's Huge Noise was immediately Detected by the other killers downstairs.

Milton Vaguely heard a killer downstairs Shout upward: "Fuck? Who's up there?! Chris, you okay?!"

"Boss, What to Do, Rush up?"

"Rush! Kill him!"

Dong Dong Dong...

Listening to the opponents' Panic Speaking and Footsteps, Milton roughly judged their position and Formation.

By the sound, the Remaining Four People came together, in a Single-file Formation... the killers don't intend to do Dynamic Entry, don't care about or lack Awareness of Fatal Funnel, Dangerous Angle.

Planning to just Rush In from the Frontal and shoot?

Then me Arching at the Door is One Shot One Kill!

Before his eyes, the Stairwell Main Gate suddenly pushed open, a killer Right Hand Pushed Door and Charged out, Left Hand holding a TEC-9 aimed at the Stair Direction, violently squeezing the Trigger!

Simultaneously, Milton also squeezed the Trigger.

Bang bang!

Two Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously!

But the killer only Vaguely knew Milton's direction, while Milton easily Arched his必经之路, this bit of Information Gap is enough to decide life and death.

The TEC-9's Pistol Round merely grazed Milton's Bulletproof Helmet, while Milton's Rifle Round precisely struck the killer's torso!

Another assassin fell to the ground!

Bang bang bang bang……

After knocking down this assassin, Milton did not release the trigger; he continued shooting at the stairwell door downstairs, pinning the remaining three assassins outside the door.

These three assassins did not retreat; it seemed they intended to wait until Milton emptied his magazine, then rush in while he reloaded.

It seemed they planned to use their numerical advantage.

However, Milton's suppressive fire was merely to cover the sound of pulling the grenade pin and it touching the ground!

Milton was prepared to try blowing them up directly!

The powerful firepower finally stopped after three seconds.

The assassins endured slight tinnitus and were about to rush out, but before they could take a step, they saw something strange thrown down.

Milton had already switched to holding his gun in his left hand just now, took an MK3A2 Grenade from his Tactical Vest, and threw it into the corridor.

The battlefield, which had just been filled with gunfire, fell into a momentary silence.

"This……"

"Fuck his mother, a grenade! He has a grenade! Run, go to the room! Go to that big room!"

Boom!!

In the moment before the explosion, the three surviving assassins fled miserably into the room; fortunately, the terrain was relatively open, and the damage range of an Offensive Grenade was smaller, so they did not suffer further casualties.

But at this time, all three assassins were injured.

Only after retreating into the room interior and quickly occupying the dead angles at the corners of both sides of the door wall did they breathe a sigh of relief.

By this time, as the emotions of excitement and anger subsided, the assassins realized a terrifying fact……on their side, in the short gunfight of just dozens of seconds, they had already lost half their personnel!

The other side actually had only one person!

And from start to finish, in terms of firepower, they, who had numerical advantage and gun advantage, were actually the ones being suppressed!

The assassin leader still had a bit of brain; he finally decided not to act as the attacker in such complex terrain.

"We'll just stay in the room; if he dares to enter, he'll face three gun lines! Those two gun lines at the dead angle, he'll have to face them simultaneously no matter what!"

"But boss……he seems to have a Bulletproof Vest!"

"Afraid of what! How many parts can a Bulletproof Vest block? We shoot together, so many bullets sweeping over, won't we hit his hand, won't we hit his leg, won't we hit his Armor Plate Gap?"

"Let's fight him to the death!"

"But who is he? Why is he attacking us?"

"……"

While the assassins retreated miserably, Milton had already cleared the stairway entrance and Stairway Corridor of this underground layer.

For safety, he also used a Stun Grenade.

The Pickup at this time played a huge effect——it greatly reduced the Explosion Sound, and would not completely Block external sounds, preventing Milton from becoming deaf and affecting his efficiency in obtaining information.

Milton glanced at the corridor and did not find any Corpse.

This showed that the grenade just now did not blow up the assassins, but it didn't matter; at least it forced them into the next cover.

After confirming the surroundings were safe, Milton came to the Door of the room where the assassins were hiding.

"Sure enough, they chose the biggest, easiest to defend and hardest to attack room……"

Milton looked at the tightly closed door, stood by the wall at the Weak-side Position……perhaps at this moment, there was only one wall between him and the enemy!

How to fight next?

No matter what, he would have to face three gun lines, and one of those gun lines would definitely be back-facing.

Although this back-facing gun line would have its line of sight blocked by the opened door, the assassins were not Fools; once Milton entered, they could just shoot directly at the door, and wooden boards were not Bulletproof.

Even if he wore Level III Armor, being attacked like this would surely be a Dead End.

The problem was, what was the best method to deal with a back-facing gun line?

The answer was not to shoot!

From start to finish, Milton had planned to rely on firepower, Props, information, and tactical advantage to avoid directly competing in Marksmanship with the enemy; in other words, to play the coward.

If he could blow them up, he would never shoot; if he could shoot the back, he would not shoot the side; if he could shoot the side, he would not shoot the Frontal.

Milton slowly stood up, using his Cornering, gently kicked open a door crack on the side, and threw a grenade hard into the room interior!

But he did not pull the grenade's safety pin!

This was a Dud Grenade that would not explode!