"Go, inside."
After finishing a belt of ammunition, Situang put away his General machine gun, picked up two submachine guns, and led his n into the main office building.
At this mont, the main office building was already in complete chaos. When Situang and his team entered, there was hardly any resistance left; most of the South Korean Police were hiding and trying to escape.
There were still a few willing to fight to the death, but they were very few and far between.
On a necessary passage leading to the upper floors, a policeman hid nervously behind the door, clutching a pistol, planning to ambush Situang and his n when they passed by.
He had already heard the faint footsteps outside, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, his body tense.
However, just as his heartbeat accelerated, suddenly sothing was thrown in from outside and rolled onto the floor of the room.
It was a round object, surface dotted with small bumps, engraved with shrapnel patterns—a hand grenade.
Upon realizing it, the policeman’s mind went blank imdiately.
Bang!
The floor trembled as the explosion’s smoke billowed from the doorway.
Situang walked past expressionlessly, aiming his submachine gun in another direction.
There, two policen prepared to ambush had just revealed themselves and faced the hail of bullets from the submachine gun.
With the submachine gun’s high rate of fire, the magazine was emptied in seconds, and the two ambushing policen were riddled, their bodies perforated with bloody holes, leaving the wall behind them splattered with blood, and they fell to the ground like soft sludge.
Beside them, another Genetic Warrior holding a shotgun ran quickly, storming around a corner while simultaneously pulling the trigger as he passed.
A policeman hiding there to ambush didn’t even have ti to react before seeing a flash of fire, and then lost all conscious awareness.
Hit at close range by the shotgun, the policeman’s upper body was blown apart, his head exploding like a waterlon, resulting in a grueso death.
In the corridor, the last Genetic Warrior moved forward slowly, bearing a heavy riot shield.
"Die, bastard."
"Damn you maniacs, hurry up and die!"
"Shoot them dead."
Several South Korean policen shouted angrily, firing their pistols wildly.
Bullets created dents on the heavy riot shield, and fine cracks like lon tendrils appeared on the bulletproof glass.
If they were using rifles, they could indeed penetrate, but the low-speed bullets fired by pistols lacked sufficient power.
The Genetic Warrior held the shield, and when the policen finished a clip and were frantically reloading, he set the shield in the aisle, then leaned out and fired an AK rifle forward.
With only half a magazine, a few policen fell, 7.62mm bullets piercing their bodies, and unlike being hit a few tis by a handgun and possibly surviving, with a rifle, there was almost no chance, especially since the Genetic Warrior was aiming at vital points.
Situang and the three Genetic Warriors advanced unhindered, practically invincible.
The policen in the main office building were completely defeated; facing the Genetic Warriors, their so-called desperation amounted to re futile sacrifices.
Moreover, those willing to fight to the death were an exceptional minority, maybe one in ten people.
These South Korean Police usually dealt with various trivial issues, street fights mostly; they rarely needed to use guns, and their firearms training was diocre at best. At this critical mont, confronted by heavily ard Genetic Warriors, they were terrified.
So policen did resist, but they were clueless; they only knew so criminals had broken into the main office building but weren’t clear on the attackers’ capabilities.
When they thought it was just knife-wielding criminals, it was too late to regret upon facing the ominous muzzles of the Genetic Warriors—they were swiftly dispatched by bullets.
The actions of the Genetic Warriors were sowhat restrained; they weren’t planning to reveal their true identities just yet. Otherwise, with full strength on display, the policen in the building would have already been slaughtered.
After simply clearing out the resisting force, two Genetic Warriors stayed to defend the main office building, resisting subsequent police reinforcents.
anwhile, Situang took Jin Changming to find their mission objective.
"Where’s your chief?"
In a room, Situang kicked the door open.
Inside were a few trembling policen, both male and female, who scread upon seeing Situang.
"Scream again, and I’ll kill you."
Situang’s cold gaze swept over them. Facing the barrel of a gun, the policen hurriedly covered their mouths, and a female officer sobbed quietly.
"We are clerks; please don’t kill us."
A female police officer pleaded tearfully, and a male officer mustered the courage to reply, knowing they weren’t ard and didn’t dare to resist.
"Where is your chief? Lead us there."
Situang casually grabbed a male officer, compelling him to show the way.
The male officer dared not to defy and led the way fearfully.
The police headquarters had over a dozen floors, with the chief’s office on the eighth level.
When Situang went up, he didn’t find anyone in the chief’s office.
"Sir, the target is hiding in a restroom on the twelfth floor."
Situang’s radio, clipped to his chest, transmitted the voice of another Genetic Warrior who had taken over the main office’s surveillance room, locating the Guangzhou Chief’s whereabouts.
Situang, along with Jin Changming, made their way to the won’s restroom on the twelfth floor.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
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