A total of four people.
This number meant a significant effort for the FBI.
Of course, their actual identity was 'Investigator.'
Meaning, their main job wasn't combat.
If something went wrong, they would immediately call for backup.
Anyway, the commander had already said: we're all prepared.
Hearing that gave a strange feeling.
Are we cannon fodder?
But, perhaps it might really be the case this time.
Regardless, the mission had already begun.
McMahon and his group soon arrived in Queens.
This place... is really very strange.
Poor, you can definitely see that.
Especially the iconic Roosevelt Avenue.
This road sounds very American.
Definitely named after that famous United States president.
The history of the United States is short, but this avenue must have quite a history.
However, at first glance, it's old, dirty, and chaotic.
The New York subway runs on an elevated track here.
That means the bridge is above everyone.
And on both sides are old apartment buildings.
Of course, there's also a strong commercial atmosphere here.
All very modern signs, but also many small vendors.
In New York, these stalls aren't simple, requiring permits, and in terms of equipment, not cheap either.
Some are converted cars, driving off directly after business ends.
Additionally... there are many heavily made-up women standing by the streets.
Yes, we all know what they do.
But it's obvious... they aren't very concerned with body image.
Or perhaps, people here in America like something more bombastic in size.
Just like that... well... that behind.
Ahem...
Now's not the time to focus on them.
And the street itself is certainly quite dangerous.
But this street... look, there's even a limited edition Lamborghini parked not far away.
What can you say, this is America.
Even in such a dirty, chaotic place, there are these kinds of cars.
But, it's almost certain it's likely the ride of some gang boss.
However, right now, their group can't pay attention to these things.
"The target is..."
One of them looked up and pointed.
But unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, suddenly, it blew up!
Boom!
Yes, it really exploded.
The massive explosion sound threw the entire block into chaos.
They were just vending here, or standing on the street.
Who would have thought it was this dangerous?
Life-threatening?
Aaaah!
Run for your life!
Help!
Pandemonium broke out, screams rose and fell.
What happened?
McMahon had an idea, but he could only say, "Looks like someone beat us to it."
"Then..." Although the others knew some information about the mission, they didn't know everything.
Yes, the advantage of doing it this way was confidentiality.
McMahon knew about the mission's ins and outs but didn't know New York's local situation.
True, he couldn't bring his original assistant; it was also for confidentiality.
But right now, things were not going well.
But...
"Call for backup!"
Yes, that's what should be done.
The others calmed down.
And McMahon continued to demonstrate his old FBI prowess, calmly commanding.
"Fei'Er, you come with me, you two guard below, make sure to control the building's passage."
"Yes!"
This command was quite good, the arrangement correct.
Someone goes up to investigate, others block the exits.
But their problem lies in that they are indeed undermanned.
But there's no choice.
McMahon directly took Investigator Fei'Er upstairs.
As for the other two, they immediately went to the building's property management.
But... old building, no doubt, there's probably no property management.
Most likely just a sign or some control room.
Still hoping there's property management here.
However, they are still...
"Hey! Security, there are exits in this building..."
These two FBI just saw two people dressed like property security, but as soon as they opened their mouths...
Hmm?
The other party didn't say a word, directly took out two guns.
But these two guns were not ordinary.
Old, specific M4 model indistinct, but so old, with rich combat scars, this indicates...
Ratatatat!
A burst, and these two FBI didn't have a chance to think about what was going on.
...
It has begun!
Chen Ming posed as a Chinese restaurant delivery guy, arrived outside a door on the 7th floor.
"Hey! Did you order General Tso's Chicken?"
This sentence was in English.
The response from inside was: "Get lost!"
Concise and to the point.
But then...
"You must have ordered it, it's written very clearly here, don't lie to me just because I'm foreign!"
This was in Mandarin.
Believe it or not, his words caused a change inside.
Hearing footsteps, someone came to open the door.
"We didn't order anything..."
You could say, Chen Ming had completed his task.
So, before that person finished speaking, the bullets came.
Bang bang bang!
In this kind of close combat in the hallway, shotguns and handguns are best.
Using long guns would be odd.
The guy opening the door was instantly blasted away.
Chen Ming's teammates were crawling all along, moving with his pacing.
Therefore, the likelihood of being discovered was very small.
Even if that person had keen hearing, it was useless.
So... the battle was on!
Chen Ming originally planned to run, so he performed a very special move.
