Chapter 20

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton's gaze went straight past "Boss" to Brandon.

As a police officer, he should have had indoor combat training; even if not, he should have some basic common sense.

Brandon glanced at the booby trap at the door, looked behind him, pointed to a cross intersection over there, and said uncertainly: "I think this intersection might serve as an ambush point."

"Ambush one person on each side of this intersection, and another person at the corner at the end of the corridor directly ahead. When the enemy approaches this intersection, we'll pull them out together, and they'll find it hard to react."

When the attacker faces an indoor intersection, especially those responsible for the flanks who need to corner, there is simply too much information to handle at once—the enemy can appear anywhere in the safe angle, and only needs to cover one position.

Meanwhile, the attacker must process countless information and cover countless positions.

All are disadvantageous gun positions.

As long as the equipment gap isn't large and the information gap isn't large, this kind of terrain can almost certainly cause casualties to the attacker.

Theoretically, it is an ideal firepower point.

But Milton shook his head: "I think... this place isn't good. First, this wave of enemies likely carries throwing weapons. Here is too close to the entrance; by the time they get here, they'll definitely still have enough grenades, so the safe angle may not be safe."

"Moreover, they have more people and we have fewer. We can't exchange casualties with them... If we set an ambush at this intersection, the two people on both sides won't be able to retreat downstairs or rendezvous, and we'll always be locally outnumbered by the enemy and eliminated one by one."

Brandon thought it over, agreed with Milton's view, and said: "Then should we set another booby trap at this intersection? For example, place a corpse in the middle of the road, bury the booby trap underneath it, and if they accidentally kick it, it will trigger. How about that?"

Milton chuckled: "Booby traps should certainly be set... But if you set it like that, at most it can only delay them for a while."

Brandon shook his head with a bitter smile: "There's no way around it. As long as they aren't fools, after eating one booby trap, they won't carelessly touch strange things on a must-pass road again."

"You just said 'must-pass road.'" Milton turned his gaze to both sides of the fork. "By common sense, traps should all be placed on the enemy's must-pass road, and it's best to have suddenness and concealment, just like that tripwire trap I set earlier."

"But once the enemy becomes vigilant, we have to think in reverse... Setting traps on roads they feel they can take or not take will make them lower their guard."

"Look, this left fork leads to a small storage room. Even from the door, there are almost no dead angles. The room is so small no one would hide in this dead-end place... So for the attacker, this fork is very safe."

"This road is neither a must-pass road nor will there be enemies. But out of caution, they'll probably still simply check it once."

Brandon was already confused, scratching his head: "Uh, so what?"

Milton explained: "The Fan Kang Gang sells medicine. We'll place a few slightly more valuable drug boxes on the shelves, so those coming to search won't fail to see them. It's also reasonable for a pharmacy to have medicine, so they won't be suspicious."

At this moment, this police officer gradually understood Milton's words: "You mean, using the gang's low discipline and individual greed, place something valuable on a non-must-pass road to make him trigger the trap?"

Milton replied: "Yes. We can also place some bear traps on the must-pass road leading to the underground second floor, but not on other roads, to enhance the suggestion that 'traps are on the main road,' 'non-must-pass roads are very safe,' and 'this thing I can take or leave.' These medicines aren't particularly valuable, and will further dull the enemy's vigilance."

In short, try every means to hint to the enemy that this is not a must-pass road, no one would set traps here, the value of these things isn't very tempting, it's you who wants to come here, not us luring you.

Brandon understood Milton's idea, but still raised a question: "What if they're still cautious and not blinded by greed; or what if they're too careless and don't search this carefully at all?"

"Then we just lose one booby trap." Milton smiled. "I already said, that place is a non-must-pass road. It's perfectly normal for the enemy not to go there... Maybe a twenty percent chance, maybe thirty percent? Just trying our luck."

"Officer Brandon, never think trying your luck is something absurd. Victory itself is accumulated from one 'probability' after another. The enemy can dodge one 'twenty or thirty percent,' can dodge two, but can they dodge ten? Strive for a few more twenty or thirty percent chances, and the scales of victory will tilt to our side. Understand?"

"The tactics behind... let's go by convention first, see if we can use the advantage of three-dimensional firepower in the stairwell... retreat step by step, layered interdiction... don't stay in one place too long. Once your position is exposed, immediately move to the next firepower point according to plan. Absolutely no hesitation... Grenades and flashbangs... This is the walkie-talkie..."

After hearing this entire set of tactical arrangements, Brandon fell silent for a moment, then asked: "You, you're really not from the Kaibilis?"

Meticulous, and sinister.

Kaibilis, namely the Guatemalan Army Special Operations Forces.

Milton shook his head and said calmly: "This is a hard battle. Hope we can still see both of you at the pharmacy later. Let's go."

"What you're saying..."

Brandon suddenly felt that the three of them seemed like a powerful, well-coordinated team.

Following Milton was reassuring, solid, efficient. No matter what situation arose, he could always come up with a solution. Unlike many leaders who only criticize and complain, give unrealistic goals, have no ability themselves, and make those working under them both resentful and full of anger.

In just over twenty minutes, they seemed to have become a team! A team that wouldn't retreat even against powerful enemies.

But he and Milton had only known each other for a few hours?

Could this be charisma?

Perhaps... following Milton might really offer a chance to rise and make a fortune. Maybe he could even get a decent position at the police station.

Brandon took a deep breath and followed Milton toward the rear.

Milton held his gun and walked toward the predetermined gun position... All traps, all booby trap arrangements were complete. The stage of paper strategy was over; next came the desperate fight.

Actually, facing five enemies with powerful firepower, Milton wasn't confident either, and his methods were nearly used up. But to forge a team and to command respect, he had to be confident, always have a way.

Even if faking it, he had to fake it convincingly!

Five minutes later, Milton's pickup noise-canceling headset caught a very faint conversation ahead.

"Why is no one standing guard outside? So careless?"

"Probably fooling around with women... These guys have always been like this. Small bird but loves to play, hehe."

"You think everyone is like our boss, putting on a bulletproof vest and carrying all weapons when going out?"

"You go in first, call those wastes out to help us move things from the car. Don't think about women at this time."

"Catch that inspector, I'll definitely feed him to dogs, hang him on the traffic light. Too bad, haven't found his family yet."

"Your way is boring... Better find a few AIDS faggots to rape him to death."

"Alright, you go move things first. I'll go inside to call people."

"......"

Bang bang bang!

After a very perfunctory knocking, Milton, crouching at the corner, heard the unpleasant screeching sound of the rusty door bolt turning.

This was... the sewer gate being opened.

Crack.

The Frag Grenade made from M374 Cannon Shells was triggered.

Immediately afterward, an exceptionally terrifying blaze engulfed the Door, shattering the Shadow who had opened it; even if Milton wore headphones, he felt the violent shaking and impact!

Boom!