The blue Renault finally stopped outside an old manor on the outskirts of the city.
According to the information, the previous owner of the manor was a seed wholesaler. After he went bankrupt, his family broke up, and the manor was repossessed by the bank. In desperation, he committed suicide in the living room. As a result, the bank couldn't sell the manor after that, and it had been left unattended.
With no one taking care of it, the weeds outside the courtyard quickly grew. However, the vetiver irises planted by the businessman were still blooming well.
Mr. Coffee got out of the car and looked up at the sky. The sky above him had turned gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain soon.
Mr. Coffee closed the car door and looked around. "Is this the place? It's quite suitable as the last place to send off. "
He picked up a bulletproof vest from the back seat and put it on. After that, he picked up a Remington M870 shotgun and three grenades from the trunk. "Let's give our friends a greeting gift first," he said.
After he finished speaking, the action team dragged two heavy machine guns from the truck at the back and set them up on the grass outside the manor.
After that, they started firing indiscriminately. Bullets poured out of the barrel, shredding the glass, the door, and everything in front of them. This went on for a full five minutes, until everything in front of them was riddled with holes, and the bullets in the magazine were exhausted.
Mr. Coffee threw two more grenades in before removing the earplugs in his ears.
"It looks much better now. Get ready to go in."
Hearing this, the action team behind him immediately raised the assault rifles in their hands, bent down, and smashed through the door that was already on the verge of collapse, rushing into the house.
It was a complete mess inside. Most of the valuable furniture had been moved away, and the remaining items had been destroyed by the rain of bullets. The walls were even blackened by the explosions of the grenades.
The action team searched room by room, but to no avail.
The captain frowned. "It doesn't make sense. Our drone saw him get into this building and didn't leave."
Mr. Coffee carried the shotgun and walked at the back. "That means there's still space in this building that we haven't discovered."
The captain's expression changed slightly when he heard that. The part above ground was almost impossible to do anything to the space, so the only thing left was the underground part.
He asked the team to split up and search, and soon found a hidden tunnel entrance behind the fireplace. However, an accident happened when they opened the entrance. Someone had placed a small trap inside, and when the door opened, a crossbow bolt shot out and hit an unlucky guy in the cheek.
The latter fell to the ground, and the rest of the team suddenly became nervous.
The captain quickly sent a second person down to explore the way, and with the help of a light stick, he saw the situation below. With the help of a light stick, he could see the situation clearly. It was a small wine cellar, built by the businessman before he went bankrupt to store wine from all over the world.
His men reported the situation to him, and just when he was a little distracted, a shadow suddenly flashed from behind the wine rack. A few gunshots were fired, and Black Nest team member was killed.
At this time, the rest of the team rushed down, and gunshots rang out immediately. When the rest of the team came to the wine rack, there was no one there.
Mr. Coffee made a gesture, and the two got into the tunnel in front of them. The next moment, the annoying gunshots sounded again. The people in the tunnel also tried to fight back, but after a few rounds of shooting, one of Black Nest's men was dead, and another was injured.
In just a short period of time, Black Nest had lost four men. They had paid such a heavy price, but they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy. This annoyed the captain a little.
Mr. Coffee still looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the casualties on his side. He threw a light stick into the tunnel, then asked, "Did the drone above find anything?"
"No."
"Then let's see what other buildings there are in this manor."
"There is a warehouse, and the direction is similar to this tunnel," the captain said after checking.
Mr. Coffee said, "Leave two of you to guard the entrance. The rest of you, come with me to the warehouse."
Vincent had trained Black Nest's team to be very obedient, and they immediately divided into two teams. Mr. Coffee took the four people behind him out of the gate and walked toward the warehouse in the northwest direction. However, they were attacked again after a few steps.
Mr. Coffee wasn't surprised. Instead, he was delighted because this meant that their previous deduction was correct. This time, the enemy had no room for detours, and they could feel it from the firepower.
The enemy's attack was particularly fierce, and it seemed that they were going to fight with their lives on the line.
Mr. Coffee had no choice but to find cover with the four people behind him.
On the other side, Abu, who was acting alone, was walking through a small forest. He arrived earlier than Mr. Coffee and the others, witnessing the battle below and hearing the exchange in the channel. However, he remained silent.
Mr. Coffee's judgment of him was right. Compared to a head-on battle, he preferred to be mobile. He wasn't a defensive sniper, and he preferred to attack, especially when it came to one-shot kills.
The prey that was targeted by him often didn't even know where the bullet came from until the last moment of their lives.
This was also the principle that Abu followed. The real Grim Reaper always came quietly. You couldn't see his face, and you couldn't hear his footsteps either.
Abu just glanced at the warehouse, and he sketched out several suitable sniping spots in his mind. While the two sides were fighting below, he circled to the side of the warehouse, came to one of the sniping spots, and set up his weapon. Through the scope, he could see the window on the south side of the warehouse, as well as the target below.
The weather wasn't very good.
Because of the dark clouds above, the light was darker than usual, and the humidity was higher. But for an ace sniper like him, these weren't too big of a problem. The distance of 1.7 kilometers seemed to be right in front of him.
The only troublesome thing was the upcoming rainstorm.
Fortunately, the speed of the raindrops falling from the sky was far slower than the speed of the bullets flying through the air.
Abu adjusted his aim. Now, there was nothing that could stop the Grim Reaper's scythe.
"It's your bad luck to meet me," Abu murmured, and at the same time, he gently pulled the trigger.
After a gunshot, the target in the warehouse fell to the ground as expected.
Abu let out a sigh of relief, and the frustration in his chest that Mr. Coffee had caused finally subsided a little. What happened three days ago was like a nightmare, haunting him. He never thought that such a terrifying demon existed in the world.
Since you can't beat that demon, I'll just treat it as a good deed. I'll send you to God.
Abu put away his gun, lifted the communication limit, and said, "It's done."
Mr. Coffee and the others also came out from behind cover. "What? I thought it was a powerful and ruthless character. Did he just die like that?"
As if to refute Mr. Coffee's complaint, the next moment, gunshots rang out in the warehouse again. Caught off guard, at least three of Black Nest's men were shot. Mr. Coffee was shot in the leg, and he fell to the ground.
Abu was shocked when he saw what happened. He put his eyes on the scope again, and what he saw next shocked him. The "corpse" that had fallen earlier had gotten up again, and it was firing wildly.
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