Chapter 16

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The instant the grenade was thrown inside, Milton heard three sets of chaotic footsteps immediately ring out, fleeing toward the study at a quick pace!

A grenade explosion only takes 3-5 seconds; picking up a grenade and throwing it back is the kind of maneuver you only watch in movies — in reality, unless absolutely forced, very few people would do that.

This time is enough for a person to sprint to another piece of cover, yet not enough for someone to complete the series of actions of finding a tiny grenade in a complex environment, picking it up, and throwing it back.

Having it explode in your hand counts as the good outcome — only yourself dies; if you accidentally let the grenade air-burst indoors, the power is simply unimaginable, perhaps achieving the rare feat of wiping out your own teammates.

Footsteps approached, and Milton immediately guessed the assassins' intent —

They planned to temporarily hide in the study, wait for the grenade to finish exploding, then immediately come out and reoccupy the room's advantageous firing position.

A grenade's explosion does not distinguish friend from foe; while driving back the enemy, it also halts the attacker's offensive.

But the assassins' seemingly most correct, safest reaction was precisely what Milton hoped to see!

Milton threw the grenade to create a sense of "safety," making the assassins believe that in those few seconds before the grenade detonated, they only needed to dodge the explosion, without worrying about someone bursting into the room.

And what Milton waited for was the moment they turned and ran!

This is also why Milton didn't pull the safety pin — because the moment the grenade was thrown into the room, he had to charge into the room!

The assassins at this moment just happened to be turning and withdrawing toward the next cover!

In other words, in this brief moment, Milton was shooting at three exposed backs, not three crossing lines of fire!

Feint east, strike west!

You thought I was cooking a grenade, but actually I came to shoot.

One foot stepping into the room, Milton indeed saw three figures fleeing in panic with their backs to him!

Aim, fire!

Bang bang bang…

Time was tight, and the several assassins were sprinting at high speed; Milton's burst ultimately only dropped one, and wounded another in the thigh.

At the last moment, the wounded assassin barely crawled into the new cover, but a long blood trail dragging behind him was clearly visible.

The blood loss is not small!

Seeing this, Milton did not press the advantage and risk entering the study to annihilate the enemy; instead, he slowly moved forward, arrived at the strong-side dead angle by the study doorway, and raised his gun covering the doorway.

The other side has a severely wounded man; the ones who can't wait right now are the assassins… if they don't act, they'll be reduced to only one man left!

Once the numerical advantage ceases to exist, Milton in a one-on-one can casually crush a lone, unarmored, light-firepower individual.

Milton just held like this; if the enemy doesn't attack they'll lose men, if they attack it's a forced disadvantaged CQB — in their panic, both assassins fled to the weak-side position, yet the assassins didn't know which side Milton was covering.

Information dominance from start to finish is what brings an unmatched advantage.

The assassins inside also realized this; seeing their numbers continuously reduced this much while their side couldn't even pose a shred of threat to him, their morale inevitably collapsed.

They wanted to surrender.

"What grudge do we have? Can't we sit down and talk things over properly?"

"I have a lot of money; as long as you let me go, I'll tell you where that money is."

"Friend, you take me to the hospital, I'll give you one thousand… no, two thousand US dollars, how about two thousand US dollars? I'll tell you, this pharmacy has a pretty good girl, she was born from a female Inspector we killed, you can make her wear a police uniform and rape her, it's great!"

"Her cheap dad has already been dismembered by us, you don't need to worry about follow-up trouble! Let us go, the money and this Star Fury are yours, how about it, brother?"

"Shop Assistant, I think maybe we have some misunderstanding? I swear I never provoked you, you're strong, maybe we can be friends, no, you can be my boss!"

"…"

Milton waited for the people inside to finish their performance, then said blandly: "You aren't here to hunt me down? How would you not recognize me?"

After this sentence came a long silence.

"You are… the Inspector, Mr. Milton Mins, that the boss told us… told us to visit?"

Milton still covered the doorway, not minding chatting with them — they were wasting their own time: "Yeah, I heard you couldn't find me, so I came to find you. Striving to make every taxpayer only run one trip is my creed."

The assassin fell silent again upon hearing this.

Being mocked as "taxpayers" didn't matter; at this moment they were already cursing the Checkpoint Station Chief in their hearts.

Son of a bitch Varta, didn't you guarantee to us that this Milton is a poor bastard who bought his position, that he only has a pistol and a crappy automatic rifle?!

Why would there be heavy body armor, why would there be grenades?

This set of body armor in Maracan Town can buy 5 lives, no, 10 lives!

And why is he this strong? Knowing six people came to kill him, not only did he not run, he actually dared to counterattack proactively!

"Inspector sir, I think, there may be some misunderstandings between us, but no irreconcilable contradictions."

Milton nearly laughed: "Even if there were no contradictions before, are there still none after today? Do you believe that yourself?"

Two rhetorical questions, and the scene fell into silence once again.

No… not silence; Milton could already clearly hear weak, heavy panting coming from the other side.

The wounded man won't hold on much longer, and excessive blood loss plus the failed negotiation have already caused his emotions to show signs of losing control.

"Ugh aaaaah! I'll go all out with you!!!"

Finally, that wounded man, in utter despair and dejection, broke free of his teammate, picked up his submachine gun and burst out of the room while spraying.

"Dong dong dong dong dong…"

But he was very unlucky, because he didn't guess the right direction — if his condition were a bit better, if he hadn't lost this much blood, he should have been able to judge Milton's approximate position from the conversation just now.

This assassin's dying spray all hit the wall, simultaneously exposing his back to Milton.

The trigger was pulled, a three-round burst fired, and this assassin fell with a boom.

Thud… clatter clatter.

After the corpse fell and the shell casings hit the ground, silence fell once more.

In the room, there were still two living people, and the distance between them was no more than a wall apart.

Terror, gloom, oppression, despair.

Six assassins came knocking one by one, taken down one after another, without a bit of effective resistance.

The remaining assassin was already completely shrouded in fear.

Go out and fight him, and you'll surely die!

No, even if he escaped, this Inspector would come to kill him!

Rather than face this terrifying Inspector, rather than constantly worry about him coming knocking to take him down, better to be caught by the police, better to hide inside the prison!

Bribe the prison guard a bit, and life could still go on well.

He didn't want to die!

"I surrender! I surrender unconditionally! Don't shoot!"