Just as Seth's security team was about to be overwhelmed by the attack, the gunfire outside suddenly changed. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The previously concentrated fire suppressing the villa quieted down at two points.

Immediately following was a burst of rapid, brief shots from the attackers' flank and rear.

"Quickly clear out the external fire points, follow me in, scatter them in one round!" Brother Quan quickly swapped magazines while giving orders.

The others, including Eagle, alternated advancing forward, forming a wedge formation and quickly pushing forward, their submachine guns spitting fire tongues that kept the enemies' heads down.

Within a few dozen seconds, they tore open the outer defense line of the attackers.

"Behind! Fuck! Someone is ambushing from behind!"

"Group B! Hold them off!"

"Da-da-da!" Bullets grazed the ear of the leader shouting commands, startling him into silence, swallowing the second half of the command.

A teammate next to him reacted a bit slower, and his shoulder instantly exploded into a mist of blood, causing him to fall with a groan.

Brother Quan's team of eight sliced into the chaotic enemy ranks from two directions like a precision scalpel.

Inside the villa, the security chief got up from the ground, dragging the unconscious Seth into a storage room.

"Another team has arrived! They're attacking those attackers!"

Listening to the report over the earpiece, he cautiously peeked out to observe through the window, where the battle outside had become almost one-sided.

Those figures moved with agility, their shooting exceptionally precise and coordinated, with well-organized tactics.

They advanced swiftly; it hadn't even been two minutes since they appeared, and the gunfire outside had dwindled significantly.

"Forget the front! Aid at the back door! Someone's coming in through the back!" After seeing the situation, the security chief urgently issued orders.

"Roger that! Hold on! We're on our way!" An urgent response echoed from his team through the earpiece, evidently also tied down by enemies on the front.

The security chief's heart sank; he could already hear outsiders breaching in, judging by the sounds, at least three enemies were searching the rooms.

Damn it! Time to fight!

He gritted his teeth and swiftly moved to the door, regulating his breathing, ready for an ambush.

In this line of work, courage has never been lacking.

Phew~

He abruptly flung open the door; at three o'clock in the living room, a figure approached the storage room, and their eyes met.

"Bang bang—!"

"Da-da-da—!"

They fired almost simultaneously.

The security chief raised his hand, firing two shots, while lunging forward quickly with a roll, bullets skimming past his scalp, hitting the wall behind.

The opponent reacted a tad slower; though he pulled the trigger, he didn't evade.

A bullet pierced his neck, body stiffening for a moment before collapsing backward, his SCAR-H assault rifle still roaring, leaving ceiling plaster scattered.

The commotion in the living room drew the attention of the other two intruders, and as footsteps rapidly approached, the security chief rolled again, hiding at the hallway corner.

"Bang bang!"

The Glock 19 cracked crisply twice, hitting the right side target's leg causing him to stagger, followed by another shot piercing his forehead before he could respond.

However, firing revealed the security chief's position.

Gunfire erupted behind him, a hail of bullets tearing through wood, the security chief feeling a hot pain on his left shoulder.

But the guy was tough, making no sound despite being hit, continuing to act unfazed, evading again, using his rolling momentum to crash through an ajar door into another room.

Bullets chased him, splintering the doorframe.

Backing against the wall, the security chief panted heavily, blood streaming from his right shoulder, yet his eyes remained cold and focused.

He tore off a shirt piece, hastily wrapping it around the wound to stem the bleeding, then checked the magazine.

Only one bullet left.

The attackers were well-trained and equipped, all wearing bullet-proof vests, meaning this last bullet had to be fatal.

Otherwise, he'd be meeting his maker.

A tall order.

This demanded extreme calmness, precise judgment, and most crucial—a bit of luck.

Phew~

Adjusting his breath again, he bent slightly, then lunged out!

The opponent apparently didn't expect him to attack so openly, hesitating momentarily.

This was the moment!

As his body lost balance, nearing the ground, he twisted his waist forcefully, firing purely by instinct.

No time to aim; it was all left to chance.

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed in the narrow corridor.

The final bullet flew toward the enemy at less than five meters.

"Pff~"

The bullet struck the chest bullet-proof vest, emitting a white puff.

The man staggered backward from the impact, rapidly turning his gun toward the security chief.

It's over.

Feeling icy cold inside, the security chief's eyes flashed with reluctance; luck hadn't favored him...

His last desperate attempt failed; he closed his eyes, ready for death.

But at the critical moment—"Bang bang!"

The gunfire rang out again.

Yet strangely, the security chief felt no pain.

He quickly opened his eyes.

Seeing the guy about to fire, frozen oddly in place, eyes wide with shock.