Insufficient balance

  Complaints aside, SB's hands and feet weren't slow either. In the trash can across the street, the same explosives were thrown in. Half an hour later, two vagrants had put on a full set of bulletproof vests and began to check their equipment.

  On the street assault mission, Kui Long still prefers the Italian Beretta Cx4 Storm carbine, which uses the same magazine as the Beretta M8000 pistol. Once equipped with a 200-round drum magazine, it becomes a reliable weapon for prolonged firing. Looking at the dum-dum bullets loaded in the drum magazine, Kui Long couldn't help but sigh: "SB, why do you always like to use dum-dum bullets? Do you want to make sure that the enemy is left with no intact corpse? What about your own ammo?"

  "Ahahahaha, the stopping power of Dum-Dum bullets is great! I myself... hehe... it's just a machine gun, nothing special! Let's get to work?"

  "Wait a bit longer, wait until all their interpreters and leaders have arrived before saying anything!"

  At 8 o'clock sharp, the last leader of the Vietnamese gang entered the restaurant. The Ghost Dragon, hiding in a small truck at the intersection, pressed down hard on the red button of the detonator. A trash can on the right side of the street exploded violently. The power of 50 grams of C-4 explosives was enough to cover an area with a diameter of thirty meters. The large iron garbage cans made in Mexico became the best shrapnel bombs, and the whizzing iron plates attacked the crowd on the street like shark teeth. Even the gunmen at the windows on the second floor did not escape, and those near the entrance of the Thai boxing gym were killed or injured. Especially the young brothers of the Thai gang who were shouting at the betting point almost all died.

  After a brief silence, the wails and terrified cries of the crowd pierced through the smoke-filled streets, gradually forming a chorus of ghosts from hell! Those who were lucky enough to be unscathed surged towards the two street exits like a tide, while the gang leaders in the Thai boxing gym and Vietnamese restaurant also fled with their entourage of younger brothers. On the rooftops, several well-trained mercenaries armed with automatic weapons were seen searching for potential attackers on both sides of the streets amidst the torrential rain.

  As the first batch of fleeing crowds were about to reach the street corner, Guī Lóng pressed the green button on the detonator. The trash can on the left side of the street emitted a bright red light that almost illuminated the entire night sky. Even the small truck far away from the intersection felt a strong shockwave. Guī Lóng cursed loudly: "Damn it! How much explosives did you use?!"

  "Not much, just 200 grams per pack..."

  Treading on the ruins after the explosion, Kaito, wearing a gas mask, rushed into the smoke-filled streets. There were almost no people who could stand up anymore. Those who hadn't been injured by the blast had all been deafened by the powerful explosion or crushed by the massive shockwave, losing any consciousness. The two gang leaders who managed to escape were mostly blown to pieces, with only a few still struggling to survive.

  One by one, the last two cleaners slaughtered the black gang members who had lost their ability to resist, the Ghost Dragon's Italian Beretta C4 "Storm" carbine firing short bursts quickly, while at the other end of the street, SB seemed to be using a large-caliber handgun for cleaning, sounding like a .50AE Desert Eagle, dull and powerful!

  "The sound of heavy rain timely rang out: 'Captain, the Mexican police have arrived, and it seems there are also military personnel, at the south entrance of the street, contact in one minute!'"

  As soon as the words fell, the snipers on the south side of the street had already exchanged fire with the police. Six French 12.7mm PGM "Hecate II" anti-material rifles easily destroyed several leading police cars, and even a riot control light armored vehicle was torn apart by 12.7mm bullets, crashing into a storefront window on the side of the street. Two mercenaries responsible for cover began to seal off the road with their handheld short-barreled paratrooper-type American 5.56mm M249 light machine guns. Some police officers who attempted to charge forward with riot shields retreated in disarray.

  The laughter of the storm in the earphones sounded particularly arrogant: "What thing? Relying on a few shields to break through my defense line? Go dream!"

  The rumbling sound at the end of the street gradually became clear, and two M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles smashed through the wreckage of a police car in the middle of the road, spewing flames as they charged towards the location of the violent rain. Although the top armor of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle was not strong enough to withstand the attack of anti-material sniper rifles, two light police helicopters appeared in the sky, one on the left and one on the right, and swept away the violent rain that was shooting happily on the rooftop with a pincer movement. Several snipers quickly retreated, after all, it's a single-shot firearm, no matter how powerful it is, you need time to aim, how can you fight against someone else's helicopter!