King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1126: 990: When It Comes to Ruthlessness, the Mafia

Chapter 1126: Chapter 990: When It Cos to Ruthlessness, the Mafia Are Far Behind

Ronnie, advancing rapidly, encountered an obstruction at a corner…

“Two o’clock direction, four people, Devil Bird…”

Having given up shooting, Devil Bird coordinated with hand and eye to use a drone to lock onto the location reported by Ronnie, and then used a command to trigger a ‘Spearhead Missile’ from hundreds of ters away…

“Spearhead Missile, one round, fire~”

Opposite the slum, the Sao Paulo police watched warily as dozens of fierce-eyed young black n gathered.

Seeing a missile shoot up from the top of the truck surrounded by the young black n, a middle-aged police officer nervously gripped his pistol, but faced with the cold eyes of a few anteaters before him, he didn’t dare draw his gun…

Estelle, pulling the police commissioner of Rio de Janeiro’s police force, stood between the police and the anteaters, angrily shouting: “Look over there, the gang is fighting soone inside, do you know the consequences of doing nothing?”

The middle-aged police officer was clearly not very afraid of Estelle. He shook his head and said in a deep voice, “I have reliable information that the fighting inside is with the Yemo Gang.

This is just a small gang with little threat; if we go in, it could lead to a larger-scale conflict!

Those people should have understood the risks before entering the slum…”

Estelle laughed in anger, pointing at the lively, crackling slum in the distance, and said, “Do you think I’m worried about our people?”

Saying this, Estelle grabbed the middle-aged police officer’s clothes and cursed angrily: “Are you a fucking idiot, I’m worried that when our people co out, there won’t be any living people left inside…”

As if to verify Estelle’s words, two more Spearhead Missiles shot up from the top of the truck, and soon explosions occurred inside the slum, followed by a large-scale power outage in the shops on the outskirts of the slum…

A large number of gang mbers began to gather together, swearing as they looked at the area where the battle was taking place…

A man in a black vest rushed out from a shop, glanced at the direction of the battle, cursed loudly, then pulled a few boss-like figures, grinning and talking about sothing, seemingly negotiating with them…

On the rooftop of a five-story building 400 ters from the side of the truck, Antar, who hadn’t had ti to change into his combat gear, lay beside Nis, looking at the monitor in his hand and said, “Found him, black vest, gold watch, gold belt, Yemo Gang boss Julius…

Distance 950 ters, angle correction down 25 degrees, wind direction southwest, wind speed 25 ters per second, humidity 65…”

This ti Nis used a TAC-50, quickly adjusted the scope, then pulled the bolt to load a 12.7mm bullet into the chamber…

After taking a slight breath, she locked onto the Yemo Gang boss, then pulled the trigger when he stopped moving and was about to make a phone call…

A muffled “bang”…

The gang bosses gathered at the entrance of the slum were still hesitating whether to send people to help combat those arrogant outsiders…

A bullet hit the head of the Yemo Gang boss…

The bullet drilled into the right eyebrow, carrying imnse energy, tearing away nearly half of this arrogant boss’s head…

At that mont, the boss didn’t realize he was already dead!

His intact left eye looked at the terrified expressions of the people around him, rotated strangely, and after opening his mouth to say sothing but failing to produce any sound.

Until a large mass of pinkish-white brain matter fell out of his head, his left eye twitched nervously before his entire body stiffened and fell backward to the ground.

The terrifying scene rendered the site silent for a mont…

Until the black fat man who rented the vehicle to Joe Ga and his team scread loudly, embracing a motorbike caught in the crossfire, the surrounding people finally realized this was not a gang fight…

Won doing business along the street scread and began to flee in all directions.

The gang bosses who were just hesitating whether to help now completely lost their courage.

Under the cover of their subordinates, they rushed into the dark shops to find shelter, then started frantically making calls to inform others of what was happening here.

“King Kong, keep an eye on them…”

After speaking, Nis turned the gun and, leveraging the advantage of height, found the location of Joe Ga and his team…

Antar, eyes glued to the monitor in front of him, quickly said, “Red small building, two people, distance 1100 ters…”

Nis, like an emotionless machine, loaded another bullet into the chamber, saying, “‘Water Snake,’ I’ll shoot the one on the right, you take the one on the left…”

‘Water Snake’ from B-Team, holding a Barrett, lay on the other side of Antar…

Upon hearing Nis’s command, ‘Water Snake’ decisively pulled the trigger.

“Bang”

“Bang”

Two bullets flew through the air for just over a second, accurately hitting the two gunn’s bodies.

A shirtless gang gunman was hit in the left abdon, and the bullet, like a devil’s claw, forcibly gouged out a chunk of flesh from his body.

The hit guy instinctively clutched his left waist, but nothing could stop the inside from spilling out.

Just as he wanted to scream for help, he saw his companion in front of him with a terrifying gap bursting open on the back.

A large-caliber bullet had obliquely severed that guy’s spine, then rolled and tore open his right chest.

Before losing consciousness, the unlucky fellow with a shot waist saw his companion’s upper body bend forward weirdly due to the lost spine support, and suddenly felt maybe he wasn’t so miserable…

Their terrible state scared those nearby who could see them.

A few gang gunn yelled in terror, turning around to run, trying to escape their inner fear with the complex terrain.

By this ti, Joe Ga had realized that Nis and the others had arrived…

For so reason, Boss Qiao now felt very happy…

A simple joy!

No heavy burdens, no endless tasks, no countless expectations…

Just combat, just need to knock down the enemy in front to achieve victory!

Seeing two more unlucky souls shot dead by snipers afar, Joe Ga pressed the communicator and said, “Devil Bird, hit the gunman on my right, Owl take over directing Spearhead Missile…”

Saying this, Joe Ga patted Ronnie on the shoulder as he stopped at an intersection, and shouted, “Let’s go left, take them down and et up with Elephant…”

Ronnie turned around to look back, not understanding why a breakout battle needed to turn into an extermination battle?

But when he saw the joyful expression on Boss Joe’s face, he suddenly understood sothing. So he crouched down proactively, nodded forcefully, and said, “Ready, 9 o’clock direction there are four enemies…”

Joe Ga stuck to Ronnie at the corner of the wall…

“Three, two, one…”

“Bang, bang, bang”

“Bang”

“Go, go, go…”

The dic Devil Bird, who had given up the missile guidance task, also raised his gun at this mont, voluntarily swapping positions with Kitten and dragging at the rear. When the perceptive Kitten passed, he patted him on the shoulder before turning from his rear-guard stance to follow the team…

The four ford a straight line, Ronnie and Boss Joe limited the fire exchange distance to 40-60 ters with their impeccable shooting skills.

At this distance, gang gunn without rigorous training, how could they be opponents?

The team was like a heated knife cutting into butter, rapidly advancing, using death to crush the gang gunn’s wills.

They simply couldn’t fight!

Although Boss Joe was at a lower position, he could always spot the gang gunn first.

No such actions as sprinting to find cover, just briskly advancing with shooting.

Four people with four guns pointing in four different directions, each controlling an area, demonstrating the highest level of current mainstream special forces.

Fast advancent, fast recognition, fast kill!

Facing them was a nightmare as they relied on faster reactions, more accurate shooting, and better training to tornt them!

Joe Ga and his team maneuvered zigzagging for about 500 ters, just as Boss Joe wanted to finish off the last two visible enemies, two old n appeared behind them…

‘Spider’ pinned a gunman to the wall with a knife, then gutted the guy with a machete…

With the unlucky fellow’s screams, a ss of intestines and innards dribbled from the unfortunate soul’s abdominal cavity, hanging at thigh level.

‘Leech’ was even more brutal, he stabbed a knife into a gunman’s lower back, then twisted, pulling out a section of intestine with the serrated edge, then pinned the knife along with the intestine to the ground, kicking the gunman off the high point…

“Oh my god!”

Joe Ga watched the unlucky fellow fall like an out-of-control kite, dragging a red intestine as he dropped…

Hearing screams from nearby buildings, Boss Joe covered his face helplessly and shouted, “We’re retreating, we’re retreating…

FUCK, in local people’s eyes now, we must seem more like demons than the gangs!”

Saying this, Joe Ga glanced at the two blood-handed old n standing with arms crossed watching him, waved to the timid Dorian, pressed the communicator and shouted, “Retreat fast, retreat fast, pull them and retreat…”

Dorian glanced at ‘Leech’ who was grinning at him, he said helplessly, “Boss, I’m scared…

You guys retreat first, I need to do so psychological counseling for these Brazilian Boys Scout, or else they’ll be scared to death.

FUCK, I shouldn’t have brought them in…”

Boss Joe looked at the two old n staring at him all along, he shouted helplessly, “Let’s retreat first, retreat first, let’s leave here and then talk.”

‘Leech’ seeing the boss’s response, satisfiedly jumped down from 4 ters height to the ground, noticing a woman clutching a child, fearfully watching intestines hanging on her window sill…

Feeling good, ‘Leech’ smiled at the woman, but his mouthful of sharp teeth made her faint with a ‘ugh’…

‘Leech’ quickly reached out to grab the child’s pants, preventing him from crashing to the ground with his mother.

Looking at the child’s innocent eyes, ‘Leech’ seed to recall sothing, he put the child on the table below the window, and grabbed his head to make him look inside the room…

“Don’t look outside…”

‘Leech’ left a piece of P·B energy chocolate for soldiers beside the child’s hand, then turned around, bypassed the bloody intestines, ignored the corpse with empty abdon on the ground, and headed towards Boss Joe and his team…

Outside, Estelle’s phone suddenly received a link, she opened it to take a glance; it was the video of ‘Spider’ and ‘Leech’ killing, with a slew of comnts from local Brazilian gangs below, seemingly seeking revenge…

Estelle glanced at those clueless ssages, she shouted in horror, “Oh my god!

Are these two old guys madn?”

Saying this, Estelle dry-heaved, pulled the high-ranking police officer who ca with her from Rio de Janeiro, and said, “Contact your network departnt, absolutely cannot let this video spread…

FUCK, those damned gangs have no idea what kind of people they’ve provoked?”

The police high official glanced at the video, decisively vomited his bile onto a policeman’s shoe, then painfully said, “Make sure all police in Sao Paulo stop vacation, block all entrances and exits of Rocinha, check everyone going out…

We need to save their lives!”