At 3:30 in the early morning, the streets of Los Angeles were still brightly lit, with rhythmic music constantly emanating from bars and other entertainnt venues.
Girls dressed in cool attire were coming in and out; so were here looking for fun, while others were the fun themselves.
Several youths squatting by the roadside chuckled as they discussed which girl fit their aesthetic more when, in the next second, two squads of black-clad SWAT mbers suddenly appeared before them.
"FBI!"
"Uninvolved individuals, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"
"Don't move!"
A SWAT mber pulled the trigger and killed a guy who tried to shoot at them, then quickly rushed into the bar.
Following SWAT mbers hurriedly backed them up while Mona, leading a few agents, started loudly maintaining order behind them.
Elsewhere, Reesi also led a SWAT team, storming into the apartnts or villas of several high-level leaders of the William Mas Gang.
Her job was relatively simple: capture the gang leaders alive and gun down any other resisting mbers.
anwhile, Luo An followed behind the SWAT mbers and charged toward the target factory.
"Plastic explosives!"
"Ready!"
"Countdown three seconds… Detonate!"
The abandoned factory's front gate was tightly shut, a thick iron door. Without hesitation, SWAT agents, following past experience, attached a piece of plastic explosive.
Boom!
The order to detonate was given, and the SWAT mber holding the controller imdiately pressed the button. A blinding flash of light and a deafening explosion sounded violently, and the warehouse door instantly flew out.
The mont the iron door flew out, SWAT mbers with ballistic shields imdiately led the charge into the warehouse.
The rest of the mbers hurried to follow, rapidly searching the interior of the warehouse while shouting:
"FBI!"
"Raise your hands above your head!"
"Everyone get out of the warehouse! All out!"
"Let us see your hands!"
Bang bang bang—
As the SWAT mbers burst in, there were several ard guards responsible for defending the place.
So of them didn't hesitate to pull the trigger at them, but they were promptly shot in the head by SWAT mbers.
Walking behind the SWAT mbers and having activated the "empathy perception" in his mind, Luo An suddenly felt a cold malice coming from behind a shelf not far beside him and imdiately turned around, pointing his gun in that direction and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Following the "empathy perception" ability, he fired three shots. In the next second, a middle-aged Caucasian with two holes in his chest and one in his head fell behind the shelf.
The middle-aged Caucasian's eyes were wide open, showing no signs of closing even in death. He died without understanding how he had been found.
Seeing Luo An suddenly firing, Potante Byrne's heart stirred slightly, but before he could react, the middle-aged Caucasian's body lay dead with eyes wide open in front of him.
This sight made Potante Byrne's pupils shrink, and he looked at Luo An uncertainly, asking:
"How did you discover him?"
Luo An chuckled and continued to walk slowly forward:
"Intuition."
"..."
Potante Byrne raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing more, imdiately stepping up to follow Luo An.
With two SWAT teams clearing the way, the enemies in the warehouse were quickly dealt with, and a lot of raw materials for prohibited items were also found inside the warehouse.
In a room deep within the warehouse, there was even a hidden basent.
After the SWAT mbers cleared the enemies inside the basent, Luo An and Potante Byrne entered the basent and discovered that within, there was a room that had been isolated.
What shocked Luo An and Potante Byrne the most was that there were a dozen tables in the isolation room, each with several high-sided pots that were trembling and rumbling due to the flas and high temperature.
Clearly, this was a shoddily made, completely substandard drug lab.
Seeing this scene, Luo An and Potante Byrne's expressions changed drastically.
"Fu-k!"
"Back off! Get out of this room imdiately!"
Potante Byrne shouted loudly, commanding the SWAT team to quickly leave the area.
The blaze beneath the cookware was still lit, and if it exploded, who knows what kind of horrific chain reaction might follow.
Luo An and Potante Byrne quickly retreated towards the basent exit, yelling out:
"Get the hazardous material response team here, now!"
As his words fell, a figure in SWAT gear suddenly ran forward instead of back, dashing quickly toward the quarantine room.
"Son of a bi-ch!"
Potante Byrne imdiately burst into swearing upon seeing this, and Luo An, frowning deeply, quickly chased after to intercept:
"What the hell are you doing?"
"The hazmat team won't make it in ti! We need to kill the fire now!
If the equipnt inside explodes, the factory will definitely collapse, and the hazardous chemical will spread everywhere! We're all dead!"
The SWAT officer's expression was filled with urgency, not wasting ti to talk with Luo An, he picked up a gas mask from the ground and ran into the room.
Luo An, with a grave expression, turned back and shouted:
"Everyone, get out of the basent imdiately!"
Then he picked up another gas mask from the ground, opened the isolation room door, and dashed inside.
"#%*@..."
Seeing Luo An also enter the quarantine room, Potante Byrne cursed a bunch of local slang, but now wasn't the ti to hesitate, imdiately calling on the SWAT team to evacuate the basent.
Inside the isolation room, Luo An and the other SWAT officer, covering their noses with gas masks, moved quickly to shut off the flas beneath a dozen pots that were being heated and were shaking with a rumbling noise.
Luo An's speed was incredibly fast; he promptly turned off all eight fla valves on the left, and upon turning, he saw the SWAT officer sweating profusely, struggling with one of the pots.
Quickly moving to the other side, he shut off the fla valves beneath the last two pots in the back, and then Luo An moved next to the SWAT officer, asking:
"What's going on?"
"The valve is stuck!"
The SWAT officer, drenched in sweat, said urgently:
"I can't turn it!"
"Let try!"
Hearing this, Luo An imdiately pushed past the SWAT officer and grasped the valve handle, giving it a hard twist.
It wouldn't budge!
Luo An was stunned; he couldn't believe his strength wasn't enough to turn it and quickly bent down to check, then swore loudly:
"Fu-k! This valve is broken! It can't be closed!"
Above their heads, the pots continued to rumble and shake even more intensely, and Luo An imdiately turned to ask:
"Can we just knock this pot over?"
The SWAT officer shook his head repeatedly:
"No, that would definitely cause it to explode imdiately!"
Luo An wasn't particularly knowledgeable about hazardous materials manufacturing. At this mont, it was appropriate to trust the other person's expertise. Without hesitation, he proposed another solution:
"Hurry up and find the main valve!"
"OK!"
The SWAT officer's eyes lit up at Luo An's words and he quickly started tracing the pipe configuration to find the master valve. Luo An followed his directions and soon found the valve, then he turned it firmly to the off position.
Seeing the flas under the pots gradually disappear, the SWAT officer let out a long sigh of relief.
"We need to get out of here, now!"
This wasn't the ti for reflection; who knows if those pots might still explode. Luo An imdiately grabbed the SWAT officer and left the isolation room, heading toward the basent exit.
On the other hand, outside the factory, a team of SWAT officers was escorting the apprehended suspects into vehicles, while team leader Potante Byrne stood with arms crossed over his chest, his expression tense as he focused intently on the factory interior.
No one was coming out from inside the factory. After reflecting for a mont, Potante Byrne looked at the SWAT captain beside him, who was also very anxious, and asked:
"What's the na of the SWAT officer who ran into the isolation room earlier?"
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