American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The smoke spread, carrying a slight toxicity, which not only made the thugs dizzy but also brought out their ferocity.

The attack became more fierce, and the resistance became more tenacious.

The sound of gunfire had become the main theme of the night. Even amidst the howling north wind, the police outside could still hear the gunshots coming from inside the building.

The military's armed helicopters finally arrived, landing directly on the roof. They assisted the team above in their attack and helped evacuate more people.

However, there were simply too many hostages.

Even with the helicopters repeatedly taking off and landing, they had only rescued one-fifth of the hostages, and the rest were still waiting anxiously.

The 30-plus-story building had no similar high-rise buildings nearby, so using other buildings as support to build a slide was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Even saying that would require a lot of effort.

Many fire department and medical department vehicles arrived, and they were urgently discussing how to rescue the hostages from the 30-plus stories.

The frontline commander's optimism quickly cooled down after the special forces' attack suffered setbacks.

The military were combat experts, and the special forces were even better. They did not admit that the special ops team were elites and even looked down on their prolonged inability to break through.

The team commander briefly assessed the situation and immediately ordered a fierce attack.

The toxic smoke surrounded them, and the visible distance dropped to the limit. The special forces team, wearing gas masks, should have had a great advantage, but they were too confident.

With assault troops and firepower guards at the tip of the spear, they had just entered the enemy-occupied area when they were suppressed by the opponent's strong firepower and forced back.

The two sides exchanged fire, and the situation stalemated again.

The smoke became thicker and thicker, covering the entire building almost everywhere through the fire sprinklers.

The thugs went crazy, frantically charging at the special forces team blocking the way.

At this time, the offense and defense switched. The police and the military were not to be trifled with either, perfectly displaying the qualities of an impregnable wall, intercepting the attacking mercenaries time and time again.

Only about three hours had passed from the moment the first policeman discovered the body to the mercenaries' final frenzy.

And within these three hours, all of Los Angeles' violent institutions had been alarmed. Not only had a small half of the police arrived, but even key departments such as the military, FBI, and Homeland Security had been alarmed. Police cars with various logos surrounded the building tightly.

Such a big commotion caused reporters who had already started their holidays to gather again. Christmas Eve was nothing, and Christmas Day could be ignored.

Where was the news? Where was the holy land for news people!

Major media outlets flocked in like crazy, and civilian helicopters flew around in the air like butterflies, illuminating the entire building with searchlights.

If they wanted to, they could even extend this matter to an attitude towards the Middle East and use it to attack the president's governing philosophy.

Qi Shan sat quietly in the storage room. He had already shown his face in front of several key cameras and reported the steps of the operation to the frontline commander.

There were still more than 40 mercenaries left, all of whom were Qi Shan's specially reserved experts. The ammunition replenished for them was also running out. In a few minutes, it would be a good time for them to be knocked down by the toxic smoke.

At that time, Qi Shan could walk out of the building openly and leave the mess to the Los Angeles Police Department to deal with.

Before taking action, he had already called his superior. The New York police would not let go of such a huge benefit, which could be exchanged for many benefits in reality.

In short, Qi Shan's credit could not escape.

Half an hour later, as the first thug fainted to the ground, the mercenaries, like dominoes, struggled hard, put on a painful and helpless expression, and then fell to the ground one by one.

The ground had fallen into a coma, but they were still holding their guns tightly, as if ready to jump up at any time and fight the police to the death again.

The special operations team, including the special forces team, who fought with them, did not dare to act rashly.

After a long period of fighting, they were very clear about the mercenaries' strength. These people were lunatics!

They didn't know where they came from, and they didn't take their own lives seriously. Seeing that the battle situation was slightly tilted, someone would immediately jump out to be a human bomb. Even if they were shot several times, as long as their heads were not shot, they could struggle to crawl a few more times and throw grenades to fight back.

Even if they had been on the battlefield, it was difficult to understand why the mercenaries were so crazy.

Don't look at the special operations team being very calm now, but in fact, the mercenaries had left a deep imprint on their hearts.

After the incident subsided, perhaps one-third of the special operations team would leave the police force and be sent to sanatoriums due to post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Sir, Beta Team reports that they have broken through the 3rd floor blockade area. All hostile personnel have fallen into a coma. They hope that we will take over immediately!"

The frontline commander calmly said, "Don't worry, wait for others to report!"

"Sir, Lynx Team has broken through the 24th floor blockade and entered within the 15th floor. They have checked along the way, and all the rooms are empty. No suspicious personnel have been found!"

"Sir, SpongeBob Squad has broken through the 6th floor and entered the 8th floor area. They have discovered 14 unconscious armed personnel who have been controlled. Requesting subsequent troops to take over!"

"Sir, Mr. Krabs Team discovered Officer Qi Shan on the 17th floor. Initial contact has been made. They are escorting Officer Qi Shan down!"

All the reports were gathered, and the entire building had been cleared. Waiting for your orders!

When the communications soldier said these words, his whole body was trembling with excitement. It was too difficult, it was really too difficult. More than 100 armed personnel were fierce and well-trained, occupied favorable terrain, and had nearly 1,000 hostages in their hands.

They had actually cleared this nightmare-level difficulty dungeon. It was simply unbelievable!

The communications soldier was already imagining what kind of praise would be added to his resume after participating in this battle, and the road ahead would be smooth.

The frontline commander calmed down instead. He took a deep breath and ordered his subordinates to proceed according to the planned plan. As the orders were issued, the large police force that had been prepared rushed into the building in small teams.

Against this background, Qi Shan, dressed in a classic Hitman 47 outfit under his trench coat, walked out with a faint smile.