America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 301 - 178: Escorting the Fire_Part 3

But before they could get up, the pickup truck rolled right over them, creating a horrific scene splattered with blood.

They aimed at the last armored car and sprayed bullets wildly, eventually destroying its armored tires, sending the rims flying. The vehicle was forced to stop, stranded on the battered road surface.

"Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"

The security personnel in the following armored car were completely panicked, frantically shouting for assistance from their teammates.

The PMC Lightning Security personnel following Allen Zhang’s vehicle turned around and charged directly towards the pickup truck, crashing into it with a loud bang, sending both vehicles and people tumbling down the slope.

The Lightning Security personnel quickly got out of the car and took cover behind a barrier, abandoning all established tactics like three-point line positions and encircling to aid a point—they were useless now!

All they knew was to enshrine the so-called ’faith in gunmanship’, not even glancing at the enemy as they pulled out their rifles and blindly sprayed bullets!

Just shoot wildly to finish it off!!

In this situation, it was the only hope they had that the enemy couldn’t hit you, and you could hit them.

Watching this, Allen Zhang felt their shooting was no different from his own. At a life-and-death moment, wasn’t everyone just shooting blindly?

Sieg turned the steering wheel to park the car obliquely behind a pile of rocks, finding an ideal shooting spot. From a high position, he rapidly got out of the car, took cover behind the obstacles, and relentlessly fired at the enemy’s pickup truck and motorcycles.

Allen Zhang also loaded his gun and provided fire support from a distance, with bright yellow cartridge cases flying all around.

The Fire Cannon Artillery Team also stopped their vehicle, and the leader, Black, joined them and pulled out two hand grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them. Seconds later, a booming explosion filled the air, dust billowed, and the motorcycles blew up spectacularly.

With the overwhelming firepower, the pickup truck also exploded on the spot, with many masked ruffians killed or wounded.

The gunfire lasted for a full two minutes until the enemy stopped retaliating, and then they ceased firing.

Allen Zhang’s gun barrel was red-hot, having gone through several magazines.

He blew on it forcefully to let it cool naturally and took out his pistol to stay alert.

Sieg exchanged a few words with Black beside him, then carefully proceeded to check and deliver coup de grâce shots, discovering several agonizing criminals with severed limbs.

Sieg immediately restrained them, demanding their origins, "Who are you? Why did you shoot at us unexpectedly?"

"Ah! I’m dying! Save me!"

"You damn well aren’t going to die."

Sieg assessed his gunshot wounds, which seemed critical with blood splattered everywhere, but it was all his accomplices’ blood—he had only been shot in the buttocks and the shin.

He immediately performed emergency first aid, administering a local anesthetic and adrenaline.

Allen Zhang and Bailey were in charge of clearing the battlefield. One of the nearby security personnel was sadly killed by a gunshot, his bulletproof glass shattered, and a shard cut his major artery, and he died while still in the vehicle.

"We are from the Kama Brotherhood. This is our ranch and territory, anyone who comes here needs to pay a toll," said the anesthetized ruffian as he removed his mask, revealing a freckled white man.

"Do you damn think I would believe you?" Sieg slapped him twice; which decent person would begin spraying an armored car with an AK without saying anything?

You must have been manipulated!

There’s evil among us! They knew the exact route of travel. Had it not been for the bulletproof glass and armored vehicles holding up, Black’s whole team would have been slaughtered here.

But as the man was under anesthesia and felt almost nothing, Sieg himself was left with numb palms from the shock, reluctantly looking at the General Sect Leader for instructions.

"What are you looking at me for? They are lawless thugs, wild from loitering in the suburban mountains! Either execute them or just call 911 and let the State Police take them away for investigation."

Allen Zhang didn’t want to get too involved; earning 60 US dollars an hour, why would I risk my life? Better to feign ignorance and just go with the flow.

That disc surely contained life-threatening information!

After cleaning up the battlefield with Bailey, they checked the casualty numbers: the enemy had 16 dead and 3 severely injured, nearly annihilated. On our side, there were 2 casualties, and the others were mostly unharmed. Allen Zhang simply used the excuse of guarding the goods to return to the vehicle.