Chapter 1

The SWAT team planned to split into two squads, A and B. Squad A would be responsible for storming the building and capturing the target, while Squad B would secure the perimeter outside to prevent the target from escaping.

Initially, Squad A infiltrated the apartment building smoothly, intending to use the SAS's three principles of CQB (Close Quarters Battle) to quickly cut off communication inside and outside the building, clear the rooms floor by floor, and eliminate all gang members.

Unexpectedly, Tama Riyadi had already received the news and made preparations in advance.

Through the hidden surveillance and broadcast system in the building, he directed his armed men to attack the special operations team in the dark corridors.

These gang members had received military assistance from rebel forces. Not only were they well-equipped, but they had also received basic military training.

In the narrow terrain, armed with rifles, machine guns, and even grenade launchers, they bombarded the special operations team.

Squad A was immediately decimated, with half of the team killed or wounded. The survivors could only retreat, dragging the wounded.

Squad B hurriedly entered the building to provide support but was ambushed at the first-floor staircase, suffering heavy casualties. They retreated while calling for sniper support.

The snipers on both sides entered a standoff. Tama Riyadi leisurely dispatched his men to clear out the special operations members scattered throughout the building.

Li Ang was playing a SWAT member named John Patrick. After being separated from his teammates, he had desperately hid in a room inside the building.

"Hmm, more than 70% of the teammates are dead or wounded, internal communication is cut off, trapped in a siege as an ordinary person, without backup, and having to eliminate 100 fully armed gang members while killing the gang leader..."

Li Ang complained expressionlessly, "Is this definitely not asking players to commit suicide?"

The only good news was that Squad B had cut off the building's power supply system before being scattered.

Now Tama Riyadi could no longer use the surveillance system and could only contact his subordinates through a limited number of walkie-talkies.

Hooray, hooray... what a load of crap.

Li Ang exhaled a breath of stale air, holding a SCAR-H in his right hand and slowly holding the closet door with his left, quietly opening a crack to peek outside.

The room was not small, about ten square meters, but the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the light was very dim.

The ceiling was corroded by mold, appearing an ugly gray-black color.

The light yellow wallpaper that was originally on the walls was peeling and mottled.

The gaps in the tile floor were filled with dirt.

Various sundries were piled in the corner. The television, refrigerator, and tables and chairs were all very old, revealing an atmosphere of poverty and desolation.

"Knock knock knock!"

The wooden door of the room was knocked on, and a series of footsteps and abusive shouts rang out outside.

"Open the door!"

A man shouted in Filipino, "Open the door now!"

No one responded. After a few moments, the wooden door was kicked open violently, and footsteps poured in.

Five men, adult males, wearing slippers and bulletproof vests, were thin, holding AK-47s.

Li Ang listened carefully to the sounds outside, held his breath, leaned back, pressed against the closet, and silently took out the silenced pistol from his waist with his left hand, holding it against the closet door.

Thump, bang, clang.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from outside the closet. It seemed that the five men were rummaging through the room with their guns, searching for any place to hide.

Tables, chairs, and even the TV cabinet.

Li Ang listened to the footsteps, combined with the scene he had glimpsed earlier, and pieced together a rough map of the room in his mind.

The muzzle of the Kimber automatic pistol's silencer pressed against the closet door, slowly moving. When the five men in the room were at their closest proximity, Li Ang pulled the trigger.

11.43 caliber bullets, spinning along the six right-handed rifling grooves, burst out of the muzzle. With the assistance of the thick, long black silencer, they only produced a slight sound similar to a clap of the hand.

Da, da, da.

Three bullets pierced the heads of the three men closest to the closet, and blood splattered.

The closet was too narrow to properly hold the SCAR rifle.

And the accurate shooting range of a pistol was actually quite close.

Even Li Ang was not confident that he could accurately shoot the heads of the two furthest men with a pistol in a shooting posture and field of vision that were both quite poor.

If he shot the enemy's bulletproof vest and failed to incapacitate them immediately,

the two gang members who had regained their senses could pick up their AK rifles and strafe the closet.

Along with three gunshots, the bodies of the three men instantly softened and fell to the ground.

The remaining two turned around and hurriedly raised their rifles.

However, while firing three shots with his left hand, Li Ang used the back of his left hand to violently push open the closet door.

He turned sideways and, in a split second, using the space freed up, quickly aimed, raised the SCAR rifle in his right hand, and fired precise shots at the heads of the two men.

Da, da.

The loud gunfire echoed through the room, and 7.62mm bullets blew off their skulls, splattering red and white unknown viscous liquid on the walls.

Five enemies fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

One of them still had his stiff fingers on the trigger. As his body fell backward, his weapon continued to fire automatically,

leaving bullet marks on the already mottled walls.

Li Ang bent down and waited until the unmanned AK rifle completely stopped firing before standing up and walking out of the closet.

The loud gunfire here was bound to have attracted the attention of the gang members upstairs and downstairs. They could rush here at any time.

He had to move immediately.

Li Ang was about to walk out of the living room when he heard an almost imperceptible "click" of a door opening from the bedroom on the left.

He instantly bent down, tilted his body to the left, and raised his gun to aim at the bedroom door.

"Uhh—"

A young Filipino woman with dark skin, moaning incoherently, staggered out of the bedroom,

wearing a cheap gray shirt, skinny and emaciated, with dark red, dry, curly hair, sunken eyes, and extremely dark circles,

Her facial features were relatively good, but her skin was quite rough, covered with dark pimples, and her hands and feet were full of various scars.

The woman walked out, leaning against the wall, and was not panicked or surprised when she saw the bodies on the ground. Instead, she sucked on her fingers, staggered, leaned against the wall, slowly sat down, and smiled foolishly at Li Ang.

A strange smell wafted out of the bedroom. Li Ang slowly stood up and glanced inside.

In the hazy smoke, he could see several women lying across the bed, wearing the same clothes and in the same dazed state with dilated pupils. Some waved at Li Ang with giggles, slowly pulling at their clothes.

Tama Riyadi had bought this apartment a long time ago, recruiting tenants with extremely cheap rent, using them as meat shields to disrupt official arrests.

Those who lived here were either drug addicts,

or penniless, desperate people—who were very likely to become drug addicts imperceptibly.

Pitiful, tragic.

Li Ang was silent, putting away his weapon.