US police: outlaws

Chapter 85 Sitting on the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight

Chapter 86 Sitting on the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight

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The room, which wasn't very big to begin with, was filled with screams as many people were hit by shards of metal.

Fully armed, Lee Ethan slowly walked in, pointed his gun at those who could still move, and fired bullets, one gangster after another falling to the ground.

The other side did retaliate, with one of the drug dealers picking up a submachine gun and exchanging fire with Lee Ethan.

"Bang"

"Bang bang bang"

The drug dealer only had time to fire two shots, hitting Lee Ethan's bulletproof vest before his head was pierced by bullets.

"Bang bang bang"

The sound of gunfire continued, ensuring that every drug dealer was dead.

The small room fell silent again, except for the obvious breathing sounds coming from the bathroom, so I took out a grenade and rolled it to the door.

Inside the restroom, the drug dealer was clutching a pistol, hiding behind the door. He was waiting for the enemy to open the door or approach. If he hadn't needed to relieve himself, he would have ended up like his brothers outside.

"Ha...ha...I will avenge you."

"burst"

The sudden explosion stopped the drug dealer in his tracks. Fragments from the explosion not only pierced the hardwood door but also pierced his heart, causing him to collapse to the ground, his blood staining the ground red.

Li Yisen shot and destroyed the surveillance camera. He then went to the work table and put the high-purity cocaine into the special supply system backpack until it was full. The low-purity cocaine was simply packed up and taken away.

This amounts to nearly 10 kilograms, definitely a big deal. In addition, Lee Esen estimates that most of this cocaine came from Colombia, transited through Mexico, and then went to California.

"Quite a haul. It's definitely easier to make a living by murder than by investigating cases."

Less than 10 minutes after Lee Ethan left, members of the Dust Storm gang arrived to provide support, but all they found was a wrecked studio, dead brothers, and missing cargo.

Soon a burly, bald white man walked in. His 2-meter height gave him a terrifying sense of oppression. He was Edgar Rhodes, the leader of the Dust Storm Party.

Upon seeing this, Edgar Rhodes was so enraged that he punched a hole in the 8-centimeter-thick wooden tabletop.

"Who did this? Can anyone tell me why my workshop, which was only established two days ago, was looted?"

The men looked at each other, unable to give an answer. They had watched the surveillance footage and only knew that a ruthless person had acted very decisively and efficiently. In any case, their gang of several hundred people could not produce such marksmanship, but it was more like that of a special forces soldier.

Just then, a subordinate came to report.

"Boss, a full member claims that their group was attacked. The other two were taken away by the attackers, but he managed to escape. He claims that one of the attackers was a Loki executive."

"Loki Club?"

Everyone present wore solemn expressions. Their conflict with the Loki Society had ended two years ago, but who would have thought that the other side would start a war again.

Although the other side was larger than them, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and they weren't afraid of the other side in Victor City.

One official offered a guess.

"Boss, I heard that Loki will have a shortage of white powder this quarter. Could it be that they're targeting our supplies to avoid losing market share?"

Edgar Rhodes frowned upon hearing this.

"Send someone to Loki's territory to see if they're selling our stolen goods. They'll know once they taste them. Also, bring that lucky person over."

"I'll do it now."

As the instigator, Lee Ethan had already returned to Lano to retrieve the illusion. It takes about 7 hours to recover 20 points of mental energy, so he can maintain it 24 hours a day without interruption.

[Ding! Destroyed a drug processing plant, obtained a 3-star Desire reward, and a 3-star skill Advanced Hormones]

[Advanced Hormones (3-star): Increases hormone emission and the amount of certain pheromones, making you more attractive to women, especially at certain times. Stamina +1]

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Li Yisen was a little speechless. As expected of a desire-based skill, it wasn't useless, but he was confident that his current assets were enough to attract women.

[Ding! Destroyed personal belongings, obtained a 1-star supply chest, and acquired the NG-IHPS Improved High-Cut Tactical Helmet (with external attachments).]

[NG-IHPS Improved High-Cut Tactical Helmet (with external attachments): Includes chin guard and goggles, capable of withstanding 7.62×51mm NATO rifle rounds.]

(Not counting what I pocketed)

If I remember correctly, this is the latest individual helmet for the American army, and it is only used in elite units, not upgraded for the entire army.

Now Ethan Lee's bulletproof vest and helmet are top-of-the-line, unlike the Kevlar helmet he was using just now, which was from over twenty years ago.

[Ding! 13 people killed, 3-star weapon reward: a set of M72 rocket launchers]

I won't go into too much detail about the old acquaintances, but it's a bit of a shame that I didn't reach 4 stars even after killing 13 people.

Despite his disappointment, Ethan Lee immediately called Jason Garcia, the chief of the Clermont North Police Department.

"Boss, my partner and his men have been killed."

"They were kidnapped."

"Being kidnapped or dead makes no difference. Where are the men you promised me? Where are the weapons you promised me?"

Jason Garcia was already overwhelmed by the series of cases, and when he heard someone ask for a weapon, he immediately retorted.

The issue of manpower was ignored, since it wasn't just one or two people, but three, and now it's four. It needs to be discussed slowly, since going there is not only being exiled to the frontier, but also extremely dangerous.

"Didn't we already give you the helicopter?"

"Not a helicopter, I need an armored vehicle. Give me an M1117 'Guardian' armored vehicle, don't remove the turret. You know this place is almost a battlefield."

"You're dreaming."

Not to mention that the M1117 armored vehicle is generally only issued to SWAT teams, even if SWAT teams use it, they will remove the weapons and even dismantle the entire turret. This subordinate who has already become powerful really dares to speak out.

Fully armed from the start, with a 12.7mm heavy machine gun and a 40mm grenade launcher in the turret—are you trying to start a war?

Lee Ethan wouldn't give up easily, especially since he was asking for an exorbitant amount.

"If you don't give me the armored vehicle, then you can send a team of special police to be stationed here permanently. In just one week, I have killed more than ten fully armed militants, and there is also a systematic assassination by the assault team. If you don't give it to me, I will resign. Whoever wants this mess can take over."

Jason Garcia rubbed his aching head. He wanted to say that if he didn't want to work there, he could just quit, but given the current situation in the desert, he couldn't say who could keep things in check. Only this subordinate, who was said to be comparable to a commando team, was in trouble. Otherwise, with so many deaths, even he would be in trouble.

"Don't rush, give me time to communicate with my superiors. It's impossible to have a SWAT team stationed on-site, but I can apply for the authority to call for backup directly."

"Okay, you can communicate all you want, but give me a few SWAT suits to deal with them first. Those guys have too much firepower."

"Okay, I'll send you two sets. You'll have to pay me back once things calm down."

"Not two sets, but seven sets. Everyone needs them. I have to be responsible for my subordinates."

"roll."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yisen grumbled and complained.

"How stingy."

As his record and reputation rose, Lee Ethan no longer needed to be timid in front of his superiors and could speak loudly, as long as he didn't make mistakes. He was frequently interviewed, like right now.

"Officer Ethan, thank you for agreeing to the interview."

"I'll only accept it if the higher-ups agree, but what about your outfit?"

The female reporter in front of me was wearing a bulletproof vest and a helmet. No, there were at least 30 police officers in the whole town at this time. Did you think this was a battlefield?

The female reporter smiled awkwardly, after all, this outfit was a slap in the face to the police.

"For safety reasons."

Lee Ethan was speechless and could only focus his attention on the illusion in Lancaster, where he was selling white powder, waiting for the Dust Storm Party to notice, and then sitting back and watching the two sides fight.