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A few minutes ago. Across some distance.

A loud explosion from afar stunned the five ex-military men. They looked behind while the leader took a deep breath. "They're on us. We better move fast. Goddamnit, is the police this efficient?"

The other shared the same mood. "We even felt like we're being hunted by our instructors in the past days. Those days of abuse."

The rest had their lips twitched. Fuck you, brother, why do you mention these failures when we are about to experience hell difficulty. Are you sure, you're on the same team?

Whatever the case, they began to sprint toward the next goal. They must evacuate fast. The leader's grasp on the military-grade phone clenched firmer.

Inside the tunnel, the three robbers' ears perked up. Even though the explosion occurred far away, the sound still spread toward them through the tunnel network.

Noting that the first trap laid by the other group worked, the trio sped up. They understood someone was biting their tails.

Soon after a bigger explosion followed, all the men, participated, figured out the police had entered and searched the building they were in shortly before.

Among the five-man team, the leader paused his steps and continued afterward, while complaining. "They just use a freaking explosive breach!"

"Of course, bro. Given our repetitive traps, the police exercised caution. Obviously, they don't want to waste a second, disarming trap. Let's run faster like old days. Someone doesn't like to let us go."

For the trio, they encountered misfortune. They met another Spirit Fox on their way to evacuate head-on, after a turn in the tunnel.

"Police, drop your weapons and hit the floor."

As stated by the protocols, Spirit Fox barked orders to give a chance for the three robbers to surrender, but no one wanted to give up. The darkness gave them strength and courage to resist even if rationality stated the success was low.

One aggressive robber instantly raised his AK and sprayed all the rounds, before tucking backward. The other two ran back while all of this happened.

Spirit Fox wasn't to be outdone and returned fired and a gorgeous tunnel war erupted. The dings from metallic collisions and the loud reverberation of gunfire played a deadly orchestra for a short period of time.

The trio ran in the opposite direction they came from. As long as they had passed the intersection straight earlier, they would have escaped the police search or so they thought so. They didn't know Tang Ziyi's and Athena's encirclement was perfected to an extreme.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

To prevent the police from pursuing, the aggressive one fired at the intersection while he shuffled backward.

The Spirit Fox team leader instantly reported the situation to the HQ and followed. The incoming rounds held them back in the corner.

The bullets ricocheted in weird directions, forcing operators to lower their bodies instinctively. The dog handlers and his dog accompanying the team exclaimed and panicked.

One of the leading figures stretched out her assault weapon and rapidly poured every round inside the magazine in semi-mode as opposite bullets whizzed, just inches away from her.

She couldn't see the enemy but she still pulled the trigger for fire superiority and suppressed the resistance as she chased the angle.

What she did was called clearance by fire or pre-firing for colloquial terms as she moved around the corner. Indeed, although a few bullets still flew by, the number had decreased.

Dusk and debris and the smell of heavy gunpowder wafted in the air. Combined with the original sewage odor, the smell turned strange.

The K9 unit teaming up with the current Spirit Fox witnessed terrible bullets exchange the women's 'bravery'. The aggression retained in the fight was totally new. His work with other SWAT units had never experienced this thrilling scene.

Normally, as soon as dangerous criminals saw SWAT taking action, most gave up; a few defended with melee weapons. The highest danger he knew was that someone used a homemade weapon to fire but that was all.

Never had he ever seen the opposing party, equipped with modern reliable firearms with pure intent to kill the officers. Perhaps, only those Drug Enforcement Agency who dealt with desperadoes might encounter his current circumstances. He had heard many casualties among police officers in the anti-narcotic departments, which was why he worked in an average department.

"Dried! Reloading." The number one who suppressed the target flicked away her magazine and inserted a new one while she made way for her comrades and walked behind the stacks. Her duty was complete.

Number two took her position and continued spraying to maintain momentum. Since there were no bystanders or no-shoot targets, and there wasn't a need to worry about overpenetration, Spirit Fox conducted with no restraint.

But the number two stopped firing very soon and shouted. "Red. Red! Checking." She also retreated, tilted the rifle to check the chamber in a high ready and sure enough the weapon malfunctioned.

According to the drill, she smacked the magazine and pulled the bolt a few times until a copper bullet ejected, then returned to the stack.

Her comrade was merciless in taunting. "That's why I told you not to be lazy. You've rarely cleaned your weapons. I must inform Instructor Tang about your misdemeanor. Who makes you not to listen to my advice?"

"Hmph." The Spirit Fox snorted. "I clean okay?! But not so much as yours…Accidents are meant to happen." The two argued amidst the battle, nonchalant about the firefight before their eyes. This strange banter caused the dog handler staying away to widen his eyes and lament these madwomen's courage. Heck, this was a warzone!

As soon as the malfunctioning operators backed off from the front, another filled in the gap and resumed suppressive fire. By now, the pie, Spirit Fox 'cleared' around the corner had reached a wide angle, enough to view 50 percent of the hallway.

Receiving a pat from behind, the pointsman knelt down and snapped her QBU-191 down the hallway. Her partner hovered the rifle over her head. High-low coverage.

Two beams of flashlight dazzled the murky tunnel, meaning two barrels aiming at the enemies.

The two discovered a struggling figure on their red dots, attempting to raise his AK, and squeezed the trigger without mercy. Among the three figures, nobody was left standing. They were certain, they had put down one with accurate fire. As for the other two, in the midst of chaos, stray bullets from suppression might have landed by luck. Or who knew if the culprit was the ricocheted round?

Anyway, they had no remorse for eliminating these criminals.

The Spirit Fox stopped shooting and the tunnel returned to silence, apart from feet wading through water and some words exchanged. From the first second the gunfire began, the firefight lasted no more than 20 seconds. The robbers were no match.

While the high-low operators provided cover and two at the rear aimed at other angles to prevent ambushes, the rest advanced to check the three bodies. What if someone pretended to be dead or was injured and needed treatment or so…so…

A sudden muffled crying stunned the Spirit Fox. For the first time, they heard a man cry with snorts and tears. The operators reacted and spread in formation, more muzzles at the target.

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"I surrender…*Hiccup*…Don't shoot. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me." The man raised his hands in a lying position and repeated his begging. Obviously, his psychology was broken by the sight of violence he had never seen before.

The exchange previously in the bank wasn't like this. If not for his fear after bullets whiplashed around him and prompted him to lay on the floor like a coward, not minding the dirt and smell, he would never have survived. Mom! Being a criminal was too scary.

His fella nearby died from the stray bullet tearing off his neck. The horrifying sight already brought trauma to his broken state. This fella died just one foot away. If any bullet deviated a mere decimal…he shook his head.

"Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers. DO IT NOW!" Not bothering about the suspect's psychological status, the operators bellowed as they approached.

He complied with the forceful command subconsciously, not even thinking about the words. His body was totally closed, mental awareness included. Neither could he think properly nor put up any resistance.