"Zzzz..."

Luke's walkie-talkie crackled, "A1 calling C1."

"C1, copy."

"Any casualties? Do you need support?"

"No casualties, five terrorists have been neutralized, no support needed for now, Over."

"Stay safe, over."

Luke and Armand Hains finished searching the apartment rooms on the first floor, finding no more resisting terrorists.

The team regrouped at the staircase, preparing to search the second floor of the apartment.

The FBI agent stationed at the staircase moved to the corner between the first and second floors and pointed to the ground.

There was a white silk thread ten centimeters above the ground, one end tied to the staircase handrail, the other connected to discarded items in the corner.

Armand Hains pointed to a team member, signaling him to stay behind and attempt to disarm the bomb, while the others stepped over the thread and continued to the second floor.

The group reached the second-floor corridor, seeing no movement.

Then, another FBI agent was left to guard the stairs, while Luke and Armand Hains led the others to search the apartment rooms on both sides.

This time, a Mexican agent proactively took the lead for Luke, who had just demonstrated his skills and earned their trust.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

"FBI!"

The agents charged into the room, finding it cluttered with miscellaneous items and furniture, but no suspicious personnel.

Afterward, Luke led the team out of the room.

A Black agent used a door breacher to smash open the second apartment door.

"FBI!"

This room was occupied, yet still no one was visible.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

Suddenly, gunfire was heard from outside the room.

Luke hurriedly left the room to check the hallway, seeing the agent guarding the staircase had been shot and fallen.

Luke held his gun with both hands, heading to the staircase.

On the other side of the stairs, Armand Hains also rushed out with his gun, lowering his aim only upon spotting Luke.

"Bang bang..."

Just then, Luke fired in his direction.

Armand Hains was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He instinctively wanted to return fire but restrained himself upon recognizing Luke.

Feeling no pain, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head, noticing a Middle Eastern man slowly collapsing at the end of the hallway.

Armand Hains gave a thumbs-up, "Good shooting."

Luke checked the injured agent beside him, seeing he had been shot in the head and no longer had breath or pulse.

Luke shook his head at Armand Hains, who sighed lightly.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

Gunfire rang out again from the third floor.

Luke reloaded, saying, "I'll take a team upstairs to support the task force, you continue the search on the second floor."

"Alright, be careful."

Luke left an agent to guard the staircase and took the other two agents to the third floor.

To prevent friendly fire, Luke shouted, "FBI."

Luke was the first to observe the situation in the third-floor hallway.

A face appeared from the second room on the left, wearing a bulletproof helmet—a member of the task force—who shouted, "Be careful, there are likely more terrorists in the room on the right side."

Luke asked, "Have you found the target?"

"Yes, we have him secured."

Just then, the door to the third room on the right suddenly opened, and a Middle Eastern man appeared with a rocket launcher.

"Bang bang bang..."

Luke fired multiple shots, causing the man to fall back, the rocket skewing and hitting the ceiling directly.

"Boom..."

The ceiling exploded, creating a large hole, debris falling into the hallway.

Afterward, Luke and three agents joined two task force members, searching the remaining apartment rooms on the third floor, killing another terrorist hiding inside.

Three task force members were dead, four injured, and one was guarding the captured terrorist, Hard Abbas.

Luke checked Hard Abbas's identity; he had a gunshot wound to the shoulder but wasn't in life-threatening condition. His hands were bound, his mouth gagged, and Luke helped a wounded task force member downstairs.

Armand Hains finished his search, finding two more terrorists in the second-floor apartment.

One FBI agent was injured.

The group supported the injured agents, escorting Hard Abbas out of the apartment building.

Lynn Brouss hurriedly approached, inquiring about the casualties.

Learning that one supporting FBI agent had died and another was wounded, she felt both grief and relief.

Equipped and well-trained, the task force had suffered three deaths and four injuries, indicating the apartment's danger.

Lynn Brouss patted each agent's shoulder, encouraging, "Well done."

The Black agent showed a fearful expression, "Thank goodness for Consultant Li. He kicked away a grenade about to explode, or the consequences would be unimaginable."

Another Mexican agent expressed gratitude, "Indeed, if it weren't for Consultant Li, I probably wouldn't be standing here talking."

Luke patted both their shoulders, "Come on, fellas, don't act like a Little Girl. Buy me a drink sometime!"

"Absolutely."

"Woooo..."

Ambulances arrived at the scene, loading the wounded onto the vehicles.

TV station vehicles also arrived nearby, aggressively filming the scene.

Lynn Brouss maintained order on-site.

Luke and Armand Hains escorted Hard Abbas away from the scene.

The car moved steadily forward, ensuring no one was tailing them, and drove into the Rogit Slaughterhouse.

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