The sound of two deaths clearly alard the gunn of Hermano Del Gunn in the living room on the first floor. Already on high alert, they imdiately drew their weapons toward the direction of the fallen bodies.
"Soone has broken into the apartnt, seal off the building, all hands on deck."
"Control room, issue the alert status."
"The intruder is at the staircase on the first floor, might be heading upstairs, everyone be alert."
Loud shouts filled the air, and through the communicator, ssages were sent to the control room, which promptly pressed the alarm bell, putting everyone in the apartnt on high alert.
A dozen gunn on the first floor gathered, aiming at the corner near the staircase, slowly advancing forward.
It seed unlikely that anyone could escape the gunfire of so many gunn.
However, what they did not know was that the enemy they were facing at this mont was no ordinary person.
Just as they neared the staircase corner, a sudden burst of tiny pebbles shot out like bullets. Caught off guard, the gunn had no chance to react and were instantly pierced through, blood mist floating in the air accompanied by piercing screams.
A figure then erged, dressed in a black hoodie, cap, and mask, making it hard to see his face. He walked up to the screaming, still-living gunn on the ground, bent down to pick up two guns, and coldly pulled the trigger at their foreheads.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several gunshots, the figure turned without hesitation and walked in a certain direction on the first floor.
There was a long corridor, and at the end of it was a door, clearly a back door, with a few rooms on either side. Passing one room, he raised his gun and fired at the door.
Bang!
The bullet pierced through the door and the brain of a gunman hiding behind it.
After dealing with him, he turned back to his original position, expertly checking the dual guns in his hands as he walked up the stairs. Approaching the second floor, his eyes under the brim of his cap flickered briefly, looking at the corridor on the second floor without hesitation, his legs suddenly bursting with power.
He exploded forward like a cheetah, reaching the second floor while his body spun in mid-air. Twenty or so gunn ambushed on the walls had no ti to react as he spread his arms and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunfire continued, bullets accurately hitting these gunn in vital spots: foreheads, temples, eyes.
In less than two seconds, the twenty or so ambushed gunn were instantaneously dead.
With his ammunition depleted, he turned without hesitation and continued towards the third floor, reloading the dual guns smoothly as he ran. Arriving at the third floor, he had already reloaded.
The killing began. He was like a reaper, harvesting lives one after another with gunfire, moving upward through the levels. The gunn from Hermano Del Gunn had no chance of escape unless they jumped out of the building.
However, those whose morale had not yet collapsed would hardly choose to run.
What awaited them were cold, ruthless bullets.
Numbers ant nothing to this mysterious enemy. His actions were too fast, too quick for ordinary people to react, and his shooting was terrifyingly accurate. Before they could react, the bullets had already hit their foreheads.
The process lasted less than ten minutes.
All the gunn inside the apartnt were killed, except for a few female prostitutes—all dead.
Including the leader himself, Hermano Del, who also died in his office.
Perhaps even Hermano Del had not anticipated that today would be the day of their downfall.
The last image given to him was of that man in a black hoodie, black sweatpants, black gloves, and a mask, precisely shooting or easily breaking the necks of the few core gunn left in the office.
Standing at the doorway, he held the pistol that symbolized death, aid it at himself, and as the bright gunfire erupted, he too embraced death.
In front of Hermano Del's office, with a cold glance at the lying body of Hermano Del, the corner of his masked mouth curled.
Another bountiful day.
He did not loot the advanced technology but headed to the third-floor control room, quickly killing all the gunn in a blitzkrieg assault. In the control room, which was using a VCR storage system, typical of gangs who could not utilize more advanced technology reserved for certain governntal agencies, he found the tapes, pulled them out, shut down the system, and then swiftly left.
Bi Xiao knew that his massacre in the Queens area would draw significant attention. Although the heavy rain provided so cover, the continuous gunfire could still potentially attract notice.
He left decisively, the rain washing away any traces and scents that belonged to him.
Ten minutes after Bi Xiao's departure, several police cars arrived at the apartnt's doorstep.
Thunder bood louder in the skies, lightning streaking across the night, adding a surreal touch to the day.
A joint investigation team, including police chiefs and forensic experts, thodically began their work, setting up the cri scene tape and conducting a thorough examination.
From one of the black Chevrolet SUVs, four individuals erged, led by FBI Agent Coulson.
These FBI agents were patient, waiting for the scene to be surveyed without imposing their authority.
After the first, second, and third floors were thoroughly inspected, Agent Coulson and his team, guided by Chief George, entered the scene. Each person donned shoe covers, gloves, and caps, ensuring they did not leave any additional footprints or hair at the site.
"This is really eerie; I've never seen anything like this," Chief George said, frowning deeply as he followed alongside Agent Coulson.
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