Chapter 159 Rescuing the Cat > Rescuing the Person

Leon, rifle in hand, strode back to his makeshift position on the outskirts of the junkyard, stepping over shards of glass and concrete.

The air here is thick with the pungent smell of blood and acrid cement dust.

The hoods of several SUVs were covered with grayish-white powder.

The bulldozer and Jacob were leaning painfully against the tires, their bulletproof vests completely torn apart. His chest and ribs were wrapped in thick first-aid bandages, and blood was still seeping out.

Behind another vehicle, Nail's body lay silently on the ground, his face covered with a dusty tactical jacket.

Harrison, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, was helping to secure the bulldozer's clamps, his hands covered in blood. Simon, Ward, Mia, and others stood guard, guns at their sides.

In the distance, the piercing sirens of approaching fire trucks could be faintly heard.

"Boss."

Seeing that Lyon had returned safely, Harrison abruptly stood up, spat out the cigarette smoke from his mouth, and pointed at the nails on the ground with bloodshot eyes:

"Where are those bastards?"

"They were all buried underneath. None of them survived."

Lyon glanced at the mess on the ground, then quickly raised his hand, gesturing for everyone to gather.

"Everyone, move closer. The fire department and perimeter police will be here soon; we don't have much time."

"Listen carefully, I'm only saying this once. If anyone asks later, this is the truth of what happened tonight."

Harrison, Simon, Ward, and Chloe, who had just run over, immediately formed a circle.

Even the bulldozer and Jacob, lying on the ground, strained against the excruciating pain and pricked up their ears.

Lyon's gaze swept over the group of disheveled subordinates, his tone extremely serious:

"Tonight, we tracked a group of extremely dangerous militants here."

"In preparation for the assault, Chloe used a standard police-issue directional breaching patch on the exterior wall of the first floor to clear blind spots."

"But we had no idea that these people were not ordinary killers."

"They are a group of extreme terrorists. This unfinished building is their processing plant and transit point for illegally stockpiling explosives."

"Chloe's breaching patch accidentally ignited the high explosives they had hidden behind the wall, which then triggered an extremely serious secondary explosion, ultimately causing the entire building to collapse completely."

"Did you understand? Chloe and I almost died in the explosion. We at ACU thwarted a terrorist attack targeting Seattle ahead of schedule."

The surrounding air was silent for two seconds.

Harrison, a seasoned veteran who had been in the police force for over a decade, grasped the concept instantly after hearing only the first two sentences.

"Understood, boss."

Harrison nodded vigorously, continuing Leon's sentence directly:

"Because the other side was armed with anti-materiel sniper rifles and a large amount of explosives, we were caught completely off guard and suffered heavy losses."

Simon, standing beside him, adjusted his glasses, a knowing, polite smile playing on his lips: "A perfectly reasonable accident report, sir. Absolutely flawless."

Ward was an honest man, but he wasn't stupid either, and he nodded silently.

Lyon turned his head and his gaze fell on the nail lying on the ground.

"..."

"The nails shouldn't have died in vain."

Lyon withdrew his gaze and looked at the bulldozer and Jacob, who were grimacing in pain on the ground:

"He didn't die in a gunfight with a street gang, nor did he die in a typical sudden incident."

"He died in the battle to prevent a major terrorist attack on Seattle."

"He is a counter-terrorism hero."

Lyon looked at his brothers around him, their faces covered in blood: "I'll go see Chief Sterling and that damn mayor myself."

"The compensation for the man who died in the line of duty during the anti-terrorism operation must be paid according to the highest level. The city hall and the police foundation must provide his family with a settlement allowance sufficient to support them for the rest of their lives."

"And these two too."

Lyon pointed to the bulldozer and Jacob:

"They were also heroes in thwarting terrorist attacks. The medical expenses were fully covered by the bureau, and each of them received a city medal and the highest level of hazard pay."

"In addition, everyone here tonight will have their bonus doubled."

Upon hearing these words, Bulldozer and Jacob exchanged a glance, their eyes instantly reddening.

Harrison gritted his teeth, patted Leon's shoulder hard, said nothing, but everything was understood without words.

Lyon didn't say anything more.

He turned around and looked at the flashing red and blue police lights that were already faintly visible in the distance.

These ACU people who followed me have indeed suffered terribly; some have broken legs, some have broken ribs, and some have even lost their lives.

Since they call me "boss," I have to cover for them.

When he gets back to the police station, he'll have to make a huge fuss about Sterling.

Want better performance? Want to secure your position as branch manager?

No problem, I'll even take down the "terrorist base" for you.

But she not only had to give her dead brothers the highest treatment, but also ensure that the living received the same salary, privileges, and equipment.