Chapter 187 Clearing the First Floor

"Chloe, open the door."

Lyon shook the water off his gloves, pulled a CQBR assault rifle out of the car, and cocked it. The sound of the bullet being chambered was particularly crisp in the rain.

He glanced at the closed, graffiti-covered metal fire door.

Compared to facing those fully armed, highly skilled retired mercenaries in the abandoned buildings and industrial areas, Leon felt a sense of relief when facing these street gang thugs who couldn't even hold a gun steadily.

And most importantly, he had to be the first to rush in.

If he waits until the fight inside is over before going in to finish things off, his participation rate during the system's settlement will be pitifully low, and his 4000 justice points will be significantly reduced.

Upon hearing the command, Chloe's bright blue eyes lit up instantly.

She skillfully opened the side pocket of her tactical vest, took out a piece of grayish-white C4 plastic explosive that looked like putty, and quickly kneaded it with both hands before walking towards the metal door.

"Wait a moment."

Leon's eyes twitched as he looked at the C4 in her hand, which was about half the size of a brick.

"This time, we'll only blow up the door locks and hinges."

Lyon stared into Chloe's eyes, his tone becoming more emphatical, "This building absolutely cannot collapse again, do you hear me?"

Chloe paused for a moment while kneading C4.

"Oh……"

Her shoulders slumped visibly, and her once excited eyes dimmed, like a little girl whose beloved toy had been confiscated.

Chloe pursed her lips, tore off two coin-sized pieces from the C4, and stuck them on the top and bottom hinges of the metal door, and also stuck a small piece on the door lock.

She inserted the detonator, pulled out the fuse, and quickly retreated behind Leon.

"Fire in the hole (prepare for a bomb)."

She let out a weak shout and pressed the detonator in her hand.

"boom--!"

Extremely precise directional blasting.

With a dull tearing sound, the heavy metal fire door, along with the broken bricks of its frame, was slammed into the warehouse corridor on the first floor of the club by the enormous impact, making a loud thud on the dusty tiles.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, Leon, rifle in hand, was the first to step into the corridor, crossing the deformed metal door.

Simon followed closely behind, his CQBR assault rifle steadily pointing forward.

Chloe and Ward followed from the left and right, their guns quickly locking onto blind spots on either side of the corridor where people might be hiding.

The four men formed a standard indoor assault formation, their military boots making a scraping sound as they stepped on the broken glass.

At this moment, the deafening sound of automatic weapons firing in the dance floor on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor of the club suddenly stopped.

The muffled thud of the back door being blown up, though not as loud as the explosion of an unfinished building, still reverberated violently in the relatively enclosed club.

Immediately afterwards, the increasingly intense, almost ear-piercing sirens of police sirens finally pierced through the rain and reached the ears of the bloodthirsty gangsters.

Behind the cover of the dance floor on the first floor.

Lamar was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot from inhaling an excessive amount of inferior enhancement agent, and he had taken off his flashy hoodie because he felt too hot.

He was shirtless, his chest heaving with rapid breathing, his hand gripping a submachine gun with an empty magazine.

Second floor corridor.

Darrell lay sprawled behind a corpse, his face smeared with blood and brains of unknown origin. He had been shot in the left shoulder by some unknown brat, and his abdomen was still throbbing with pain.

The two groups stopped shooting in unison due to the sudden explosion and sirens.

After a brief silence, Darrell's roar came from the second floor.

"Lamar! Are you on drugs and your brain is full of shit?!"

Darrell's voice, distorted by extreme anger and despair, echoed through the empty club.

"You brought so many people to storm the front! You've attracted half the cops in Seattle! Do you want us all to die in this lousy strip club?!"

Darrell is really on the verge of a breakdown.

Marcus, the boss, is dead. He also has a blood feud with that madman Leon. Just now, a mysterious and twisted female assassin appeared and almost killed him.

Now look what's happened, Lamar, that mad dog, has even attracted the police.

Fuck you, Darrell!

Lamar roared back from the first floor without backing down, his voice filled with frenzied excitement.

"You think I don't know what kind of shit you've planted on the second floor?! You want to use me as a stepping stone to climb to the top? Keep dreaming!"

Lamar suddenly leaned out and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva towards the second floor.

"You old fogies are hogging the best territory, and you won't even buy a few new guns for your men! What, are the newbies destined to sit on the streets selling cheap stuff and collecting dust?"

Lamar laughed maniacally, slapping the micro-cup in his hand violently.

"I'm here to shuffle the deck today! So what if the cops are here? We'll all go down together! Even if I die, I'll drag all you old bastards down with me!"

"You complete idiot!"

Darrell was trembling with rage upstairs. "You think the cops are here to arrest people? Those guys outside are mad dogs! They'll riddle us all with bullets!"

"I'll beat you to it!"

Lamar roared with bloodshot eyes, abruptly switched to a new magazine, aimed at the second floor, and was about to pull the trigger again.

Just as Lamar's finger was about to pull the trigger, the double wooden door leading to the warehouse corridor was kicked to pieces from the outside with a loud bang by a large foot wearing military boots.

Wood chips flew like shrapnel onto the first-floor dance floor.

Lyon's tall figure appeared in the shadow of the door frame.

His steel-gray eyes coldly swept over the bewildered street thugs holding guns in the dance floor on the first floor.

"No need to argue anymore. - Focus on providing the most comfortable reading experience."

Leon turned his head slightly, looking at the sights of the rifle in his hand, his tone calm.

"You're all finished today."

The moment the wooden door shattered, the dance floor on the first floor fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Lamar's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the tall figure in the shadow of the door frame. The excitement brought on by the enhancer made him completely lose his ability to judge danger.

"Open fire!"

Lamar let out a roar that sounded inhuman, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang—!"

The gunshots completely ignited a chaotic battle on the first floor of the club.

Lyon didn't linger at the doorway at all; the moment Lamar raised his gun, he slid and dodged to the right-hand support pillar.

The bullets struck the tiles and door frames in the corridor, scattering gravel everywhere.

Simon followed closely to Lyon's left, using his CQBR rifle to suppress the dance floor with short bursts.

Just as the two crossed the corner where the corridor met the dance floor, a gangster hiding behind an ice machine suddenly darted out from the side.

This thug, who had been intoxicated by too many drugs, had unfocused pupils and was brandishing a blood-stained fire axe as he lunged at Simon, who was walking on the flank.

The distance was too close; there wasn't enough time to turn the rifle barrel around.

Simon's refined smile vanished instantly.

He abruptly released the rifle handguard with his left hand, grabbed the wrist of the other man who was about to chop down, and used the momentum of the other man's forward movement to kick the side of the thug's knee with his right foot.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

The thug's right leg bent backward instantly, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

Simon then slammed his right elbow into the back of the man's neck, the force of which was so great that the scoundrel didn't even have time to scream before crashing to the floor and losing consciousness.

The entire process took less than two seconds; it was clean, ruthless, and a standard example of unrestricted combat killing techniques.

After eliminating the threat on his flank, Simon picked up his gun again, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to Leon in front of him.

In the center of the dance floor, Lamar's remaining dozen or so men were hiding behind overturned sofas and bar tables, unleashing a furious barrage of attacks.

Meanwhile, Lyon is waging a one-sided massacre.

With 20 points in Agility and LV4 Rifle Proficiency, Leon's every tactical move is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

He didn't look for cover.

Or rather, he doesn't need fixed cover at all.

Lyon is moving forward at a steady pace amidst the hail of bullets on the dance floor.

"Bang! Bang!"

He fired rhythmic two-round bursts from his CQBR rifle.

The thug hiding behind the bar, with only half his head showing, suddenly had a burst of blood erupt between his eyebrows, and his body fell backward.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A drug dealer who tried to lean out from behind a sofa to throw a Molotov cocktail had his wrist severed by a 5.56mm bullet. The Molotov cocktail smashed at his feet, instantly turning him into a screaming human torch.

Ward followed behind with his gun, providing cover for the rear, but most of his attention was on Leon.

This usually sullen and taciturn veteran patrolman's fingers were now slightly clenched as he gripped the butt of his rifle.

He remembered Leon's driving skills as superb, but in the patrol team, while Leon's marksmanship was accurate, it was still within the realm of human elites.

But what is this now?

This kind of effortless advance through a crossfire, this terrifying muscle memory that allows you to raise your gun and headshot without even looking—can you really learn this by just a few days of shooting practice?

This growth rate is beyond outrageous; it's practically a monster in human skin. Or has this guy been hiding his strength for a long time?

As for Chloe...

She hid behind a load-bearing pillar and barely fired any shots.

Her deep blue eyes were fixed on Leon's broad back, watching him kill swiftly in the firelight. She licked her dry lips, her breathing becoming rapid.

That's too violent.

So romantic.

This is the leader she wants to follow.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Lamar hid behind the DJ booth, watching his men turn into corpses one by one. The euphoria brought on by the drug was finally suppressed by extreme fear.

He recognized the plainclothes officer who led the charge in.

Lyon Vance.

That mad dog cop who physically exorcised Marcus's brother, Darius.

Lamar abruptly stood up from behind the DJ booth, picked up his subwoofer, and prepared to perform the final blind scan.

But the moment he stood up, Leon's gun was already locked onto his chest.

Lamar's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw Lyon's steel-gray eyes, devoid of any emotion.

"Bang bang bang—"

Three bullets, arranged in a perfect triangle, precisely pierced Lamar's chest.

The immense kinetic energy sent Lamar flying backward, slamming him heavily onto the DJ turntable behind him, scattering fragments of the machine mixed with blood all over the ground.

Lamar's body twitched twice, then he fell completely silent.

The entire first-floor dance floor was now empty of any remaining gangsters.

Leon walked straight to the center of the dance floor, stepping over the broken glass and brass bullet casings scattered on the ground.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, blood, and the burnt smell of burning inferior drugs.

"Click".

He pressed the magazine release button, and the empty magazine fell to the floor.

Then, Leon pulled a new magazine from his tactical vest, smoothly slapped it into the magazine well, and pressed down the empty magazine release button with his thumb.

The bolt returns to its original position, and the bullet is chambered.

Leon turned his head and looked at the three team members behind him who were in different states of shock.

"Cleanup complete."

He gestured with his chin towards the staircase leading to the second floor.

"Get ready to come upstairs with me."