The Saint Paul slum.

Qiu Ge, gripping a machine gun, pressed it against Imre's head. "Damn it, shout! Tell them to back off!"

"Da da da!"

The gunfire behind them didn't stop. Many gang members, ignoring the danger, continued to fire at them.

Several team members were still under the truck, scrambling to get on. They fired as they retreated towards the truck.

The gun battle was fierce. A young man, holding onto the pickup truck's railing with one hand, was about to climb up when a shot rang out from across the street. His right calf instantly sprayed blood, and he slumped downwards.

"Xiao Jiang!"

A brother next to him shouted, extending his left hand to support his comrade. "Up, get up!"

"Pfft!"

A bullet struck, instantly piercing the young man's neck. His head snapped back from the force, his tactical pack caught on the pickup's frame. A hole the size of a baby's fist appeared in his neck, and he died instantly.

"Cn."

Bo Ang responded succinctly, "If there's a chance of interception, widen the drop zone a bit. After the first batch of supplies is dropped, immediately have the advance force of two thousand parachute in."

Hearing this order, the commander hesitated. "Sir… should we consult with Chief Bruna?"

Bo Ang frowned, his voice firm and concise. "As far as the Blackwater Legion is concerned, I am your supreme commander! In times of war, you don't need to consult with anyone. Understand, Colonel?"

"Yes… Legion Commander!" The other party immediately responded to the somewhat cold tone.

After hanging up the phone, the advance group leader quickly ordered, "Prepare for the drop!"

Ten kilometers outside Paddy Town, six military transport planes swept across the sky.

Thirty seconds later, over thirty containers, each with a huge triangular parachute, descended from the sky.

"All battalions, attention! Prepare to drop!"

The commander, watching the signal feedback from the containers, gripped his walkie-talkie and shouted concisely.

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Saint Paul, slum streets.

Qiu Ge, clutching his wound, instructed the driver, "Take a detour. Make sure we aren't being followed, then head back to the shop immediately."

"Roger!" came the reply from the earpiece.

A moment later, the car circled the nearby streets twice. Just as they were about to head towards the shop, Qiu Ge's phone rang again.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Qiu Ge answered.

"Qiu Ge, the shop's been raided!" The voice on the other end was panicked. "The Saint Paul police came. Several of the brothers guarding the place are dead, and the rest have been arrested. A'Lai and I escaped through the underground tunnels…!"

"Goddamn it!" Qiu Ge clutched his blood-soaked ribs, his face pale. His mental and physical endurance were reaching their limit.