God-Level Special Forces Soldier-Chapter 104 - 102: Retreat After Retreat

After a long time, Shen Guanyu left with a grim face, driving a street racing car.

As soon as he left, Zhang Yi drove over.

On the way, Zhang Yi drove slowly, humming a tune, feeling joyous inside.

Unlike others, he didn’t care about the process at all.

In his view, no matter what, Xiao Tian would be so overwhelmed by Shen Guanyu that he wouldn’t know which way was north.

Zhang Yi’s car stopped at the intersection ramp, he got out, glanced at other street racers, felt something was odd, and asked: "How about it? Did that fool Xiao Tian get beaten badly by Yu?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Look at Yu’s car." A street racer pointed to a garbage pile not far away and told Zhang Yi the brutal truth.

Upon learning about the incident, Zhang Yi stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, unable to come to his senses.

Lost...

Even Qinghai’s Car God Shen Guanyu lost to Xiao Tian.

And it was a crushing defeat!

Even the car flipped!

"Oh my god..." Minutes later, Zhang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and expressed amazement.

How did he manage to provoke such a powerhouse that even Shen Guanyu couldn’t defeat?

...

At night, the outskirts of Shanghai.

A hundred Shanghai citizens were gathered inside an abandoned warehouse, their visages somewhat similar.

Indeed, they were the ones under police protection, potentially targeted by Fan Ming’s gang!

To be safe, and to avoid a large-scale fight in the city, the police had to bring everyone to the outskirts for tight security.

The night sky saw clouds obscure the moon and stars.

The entire area was pitch black.

The weak rays from flashlights and car headlights seemed powerless against the oppressive atmosphere of the night.

Hundreds of police officers and SWAT teams guarded the warehouse perimeter.

Everyone’s faces were serious and on high alert.

Because Fan Ming’s time limit was almost up, a fierce battle was inevitable!

At the warehouse entrance, the Shanghai police gathered all its higher officers.

"Jiang Chao, when is Xiao Tian coming back?" Director Bai Tao asked grimly with furrowed brows.

Jiang Chao shook his head, helplessly saying: "I’ve called him dozens of times, no answer, he might still be on the road."

"Sigh." Deputy Director Zhang Yitao sighed deeply and said: "Forget Xiao Tian for now, no matter how skilled he is, he’s just one person; even if he comes back, how much help can he provide? The key is to focus on winning this battle."

"You don’t understand Xiao Tian’s capabilities." Bai Tao shook his head, looking down at his watch.

The next second, his heart suddenly trembled!

The second hand had just passed the number 12.

Midnight had arrived!

Without further thought, Bai Tao grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Everyone, prepare for battle, we must ensure the safety of the targets!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

As soon as Bai Tao finished speaking, gunfire suddenly shattered the night’s silence.

Everyone’s faces became even more tense.

The battle had begun!

Bai Tao clenched his fists, eyes filled with worry, his palms soaked with sweat.

This operation saw the police set up five defense lines around the warehouse, from far to near. This battle had transcended a simple police-criminal clash, becoming a small-scale war!

"Director, I’m going over to command the operation." Jiang Chao said and jogged away.

Almost simultaneously, Bai Tao’s walkie-talkie rang.

"Report! Line One has faltered! Casualties unknown.

Bai Tao and all higher police officials were instantly dumbstruck!

The fight hadn’t even lasted a minute!

Line One had already fallen!

Just how terrifying was the enemy’s strength?

"Can we really defend against such enemies?" Zhang Yifeng wiped his forehead’s sweat, muttering.

"We defend, whether we can or not! People’s police serve the people; if the enemy targets them, they must step over our corpses!" Bai Tao said through clenched teeth, silently praying. Xiao Tian, hurry back, come back soon!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

In the dark, piercing gunshots echoed, touching the heartstrings of everyone.

Inside the warehouse.

All protected targets huddled together, terrified to the extreme, some even bowed, crying softly.

"They’ve come; those demons have come, what do we do now."

"Are we going to die?"

"I, I don’t want to die; if I do, what happens to my parents and wife and children?"

The entire space was crushed with tension, leaving one breathless.

"Everyone must remain calm!" Yu Ningxue took a deep breath, picked up a loudspeaker, and shouted: "Please believe in us, the people’s police; we will ensure your safety.

Your belief is a powerful source of strength for us, so please believe in us!"

Yu Ningxue stayed inside calming the targets, instead of engaging in outer operations.

It must be said that her words were always able to touch the crowd, under her soothing, the targets’ emotions calmed significantly.

Outside the warehouse.

Bai Tao’s walkie-talkie again transmitted urgency.

"Report, Line Two breached, thirteen sacrificed, wounded count unknown."

"Line Two, retreat at once!" Bai Tao shouted.

With the defense line breached, he didn’t want to hold firm and face more casualties.

"Line Three fell, casualties... casualties..."

Almost simultaneously, an utterly desperate voice reached Bai Tao’s ears.

Bang!

A gunshot shook Bai Tao’s eardrums.

"All... sacrificed..." a desperately weak voice came through.

"All..." hearing those simple words, Bai Tao’s eyes reddened, his body tremors intensified.

All sacrificed!

"Beasts! These beasts! Animals!" Bai Tao roared in fury!

"Director Bai, what do we do?" Deputy Director Zhang Yifeng was somewhat at a loss.

Bai Tao suppressed his anger, grabbing the walkie-talkie, yelling: "Line Four, listen to my command, retreat immediately, retreat, join Line Five!"

He realized Line Three’s collective sacrifice was Fan Ming’s warning.

Since the battle began, Line One saw minimal casualties at its most dangerous point, Line Two next, Line Three with relatively greater safety, yet still sacrificed wholly. Fan Ming apparently sent this warning, telling the police further resistance meant total slaughter.

Elsewhere.

Fan Ming led nearly fifty Water Drop Organization elites, storming through Line Three fiercely.

As they neared the Line Four defenses, Fan Ming waved, stopping his men, not pursuing the retreating Line Four police.

Fan Ming squinted, taking a loudspeaker from a subordinate, a cruel smile curling at his lips.