Fuck, man, do you know what you're doing?"
"We're just going to take care of a small, low-level organization, not the Military!"
"Damn it, don't go that way, you'll scare the guests, and I don't want to be in the New York Daily tomorrow."
"Use the back door, I've already had the vehicles prepared..."
Forty minutes later.
Near a Villa in Brooklyn, close to the Hudson River.
A small van pulled over to the side of the road.
Inside the van, on two specially modified rows of seats, seven or eight gunmen all cautiously watched Frank, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Finally, Owen spoke, saying, "Man, we've reached the target location. Tonight, you're in charge…"
Just as Owen was saying something,
Frank suddenly opened his eyes, making Owen instantly shut up as if he had been choked.
Frank checked the equipment on him and said coldly:
"I'll be the main attacker. The seven of you will form a squad and provide suppressive Fire from the perimeter. I'll take care of the people inside."
"Twenty minutes later, have the clean-up crew come to sort out the situation."
"We'll withdraw within thirty minutes."
"All operations will conclude within one hour."
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Chapter 9: Frank's Ultimate Slaughter
As a former top Agent of the CIA, plus a retired Marine Corps instructor,
Frank had earned the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, three Silver Star Medals, and four Purple Heart Medals through combat in his past career.
Even Nick Fury, that old fox, called Frank a 'Level 10 Agent,' the highest value for a single combatant.
Frank might not be good at making money.
At the very least, if Frank didn't have a large sum of generous retirement commission, he probably wouldn't even be able to take care of his wife and children.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been playing with his wife and children in an abandoned park.
But when it came to fighting and killing, Frank could say with certainty that he was definitely an expert, no, he should be a Grandmaster.
A Villa covering about 800 square meters, three stories high, possibly with an Underground Room.
After Owen took out the architectural blueprint of the Villa,
Frank just glanced at it and arranged the positions and tasks for the seven gunmen.
As Frank casually pulled out four or five offensive grenades from a bag and threw them into the Villa's courtyard without even looking,
Amidst a series of intense roars and Fire, Frank, like a leopard, charged into the Villa's courtyard.
Da da da da!
Without any hesitation, after Frank entered the Villa's courtyard, his M249 squad automatic weapon began to fire madly.
This fierce Firepower, which regular soldiers need to use while prone, possesses extremely strong lethality.
Amidst the violent roar of the machine gun,
the Cent Family gunmen who had not been killed by the grenades immediately scattered in panic from the Villa's courtyard, like chicks rushed by a weasel into a chicken coop.
Four grenades, plus a squad automatic weapon,
almost blocked most of the escape routes, and the remaining Breakthrough points were guarded by the seven gunmen outside.
These seven gunmen watched their old rivals flee like chicks.
They didn't need any dodging or defense; they instinctively fired at the pre-arranged Breakthrough points.
Then, each of those 'chicks' fell into a pool of blood.
The entire operation went incredibly smoothly, even smoother than a BOSS's Dao robe.
The first half of the operation took less than two minutes.
The most heavily guarded and dangerous front yard of the Cent Family had been completely dealt with.
When the gunfire in the courtyard ceased,
the seven ambushing gunmen were still stunned.
Frank's cold and rough voice already came through the walkie-talkie.
"Owen, the front yard guards have been cleared. Prepare to enter the Villa. We can proceed with the second step of the plan."
With a slight crackle, the walkie-talkie quickly went silent.
After a moment of shock, Owen quickly recovered and roared at his seven subordinate gunmen: "What the hell are you all still standing around for? Didn't you hear Minister Frank? Immediately proceed to the second ambush point."
Sometimes, a Family is actually very simple, whoever has a hard fist is the boss.
Now, Frank was one of those guys who was on top of the world.
Owen became a small leader under the Sullivan Family by relying on his cleverness. After witnessing Frank's strength, the 'man' in his mouth instantly became 'Minister.'
However, Frank didn't know any of this.
After clearing the guard gunmen in the Villa's courtyard,
Frank casually tossed aside the squad automatic weapon, picked up an M4 carbine, and his gaze quickly fell on the interior of the Villa.
Cut the power, bullet-breach the door, throw in a grenade, take cover behind a wall, tactical roll to enter.
A series of Military assault tactics, executed by Frank, were as standard as a textbook.
After entering the Villa, another round of gunfire erupted.
Those so-called guards were like children's toys in front of Frank's tactics; all their resistance basically couldn't even cause a scratch on Frank.
After about three minutes of the carbine's furious roar, the hall quickly fell silent.
At the stairwell, Frank casually used a dagger to permanently calm a severely wounded gunman, then reinserted the dagger into the side of his Military boot, and pulled out a Remington shotgun from behind him.
A flashbang, with Frank's precise technique, bounced off a corner and rolled up to the second floor.
This was followed by screams.
At this point, Frank, at some unknown moment, had put on his ENVG night vision goggles and entered the second floor as if returning home.
Dagger to the throat, rifle butt to the head, single-handed neck twisting.
Frank's series of killing moves were as effortless as an executioner who had been killing fish at a big supermarket for ten years.
By the time someone gradually regained blurry vision and tried to counterattack,
they were met with a shotgun slug thicker than a thumb.
The sound of the shotgun was more brutal than that of a machine gun or carbine, but its lethality was also strong enough.
Coupled with Frank's dangerous intuition, honed over years on the battlefield, anyone attempting a sneak attack would be met with a lightning-fast counter-attack from his drawn pistol.
Five minutes later, the battle on the second floor ended.
Frank swiftly and lightly rushed to the third floor.
The third floor was where the Cent Family's head and his Family rested, and there were no longer any gunmen guarding it.
But unexpectedly, there was no one in any of the bedrooms.
One and a half minutes later,
Frank discovered an elevator leading directly to the Underground Room behind a bookshelf in the master bedroom on the third floor.
After some thought, Frank did not directly take the elevator down. Instead, he installed two timed bombs in the elevator, set to explode after thirty seconds.
Then, Frank very easily pressed the down button for the elevator.
Standing next to the elevator entrance on the third floor,
Frank closed his eyes to adjust his breathing, his fingers rapidly pressing bullet after bullet into the Remington's magazine.
Rumble!
After a violent tremor and explosion, a wailing sound came from below the elevator shaft.
Frank turned and fired a grappling hook, then rapidly descended, pulling himself down with the grappling hook. After passing through a wave of high heat and thick smoke, he arrived in a sturdy Underground Room.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?!"
Chapter 10: Monster, Supernatural, Frank's Shock
Upon entering the Underground Room, what appeared in Frank's sight was not the corpses of Howard Cent's Family, but a terrifying monster that made his scalp tingle.