Chapter Ninety-Three: Ghost Warriors

There are shadows in the sun, just as there is light in the darkest world.

Vegas gives visitors a glimpse of prosperity, luxury, and people. And behind all of this is the desolation, dilapidation, shabby and chaos of the ghetto. It is mostly populated by factory workers, casino waiters, bar dancers, cleaners, bartenders, anyone you name earns less than $10 an hour.

Everyone dreams of leaving here and living in a high-end apartment every day, but they come and go here again and again, and they are in the company of dirt and mess.

In addition to enduring poverty, they also have to endure the fish and flesh of the wicked. The Mike family has been in their headquarters here for many years, and they are the only gangsters here, and you will often encounter groups of hooligans on the road, so you must leave quickly with your forehead down. When you come across a luxury car driving on the road, you should immediately pull your car aside to avoid getting in the way.

The life of being oppressed is not comfortable, but calling the police will not solve any problems.

The police station in this area has been encroached upon by gangsters, and those who dare to call the police are only invited by a room full of hooligans to punch and kick you.

Gradually, obedience to the gang and mercy became the rule here, and even if, as now, a large number of residents were evicted from their homes and thrown into the only basketball court on the block, no one dared to say a single "no".

But today's gangsters don't seem to have their usual fierce and vicious appearances, and they look so nervous, as if the end is coming.

The bigger the guns they wield, the more they couldn't hide the panic on their faces, and the thicker the body armor they wore, the less they could protect their fears.

Maybe there's a special forces force coming to clean up this group of bad guys, right? Could it be an angel coming? All kinds of rumors spread among the crowd without bounds. In normal times, anyone who dares to say such things will be taught a lesson by the good life to understand the darkness of the world.

But today's Mike's family is really busy, they broke up the people, hid in various houses, and took out all kinds of prohibited automatic rifles, semi-automatic rifles, like terrorists waiting to attack the army.

The Mike family has concentrated more than half of the country's gangs in Vegas in the past few months for the sake of the black gold incident, and as a local gang, they don't have to think about getting the attention of immigration and so on.

But just like the troops, not all soldiers can be elite. After automatically shrinking the stronghold, there are more than 1,500 gang members of the Mike family gathered in the slums, but except for the debt collectors at the bottom and the minions who bully and bully the shopkeepers, there are only about 500 front-line gang gunmen who really have the ability to kill people with guns. Of these, 200 are traditional gangsters, street brought-trained, and the remaining 300 are genuine retired members of the force, like mercenaries specially hired by the Mike family, all experts in the use of various firearms, and even former Navy SEALs.

This is the real terrible enemy, they were originally scattered and assigned to various strongholds, and they are already a role that can make Shen Ming need to be taken seriously, but now they are gathered together to play the combat effectiveness of regular troops.

Tonight the slums have become eerily quiet, and there are few lights left on in the houses. The streets have long been deserted from pedestrians and vehicles, not even a single dog can be found, only the street lights are still hard at work.

Shen Ming parked his car under a television tower two kilometers away from the slum, climbed the tower like a monkey, wrapped himself in camouflage cloth with the night, and observed the movement of the slum through the high-powered telescope on the intervener.

"It's well hidden, I only see a dozen or so targets that can be attacked on the periphery, and they look like gang members, right? There are still people smoking in the dark......" Shen Ming inspected the war zone.

"The satellite I invaded has deviated from the sky over Vegas, and I can't provide you with a map of the high-altitude enemy." The mouse has become more and more proficient in the work of this combat readiness assistant.

"With so many goals, providing them will only make my liver tremble." Shen Ming had already looked at the distribution map of the slums, which had more than 30 slum apartments of 6 to 8 floors, home to about a few thousand people, and as many as 6 routes leading to the Mike family's headquarters, all of which needed to be traversed between these apartments.

This also makes them unable to achieve the strongest firepower strike per unit of time, although they have more than 1,000 men.

"How are you going to get there? A strong frontal protrusion? Your domineering spirit scares the dogs of these bad guys? This can be said to be what Shen Ming has been doing all the way.

"Soldiers, treacherous ways, real and virtual, virtual and real. I don't know if I have the air of a tyrant, as long as I make my opponent think that you will be like this. There is inertia in human thinking, and when he starts to think habitually, you only need to change slightly to make your opponent panic. Shen Ming said as he installed silencers for both MP7 and the Intervener, tied the black camouflage cloth around his neck, and the large hood almost covered his face, transforming himself into a ghost warrior.

Dark night is Shen Ming's best disguise, the street lamp has become his biggest enemy, when the cat bent on his waist and spent nearly 1 hour to come to the street in the slum, Shen Ming pressed the remote control, only to see a 2-kilometer roadside Lamborghini, there was a pop! Syllable! Syllable! The sound of gunfire, an AK47 shot, was so loud that it was even clearer in the suburbs far from the city.

Just after firing only half a shuttle bullet, from the roof of an apartment building in the slum, an AT4 anti-tank rocket was fired in a flash, and before it could react, the Lamborghini had already blown up into the sky, turned into a ball of flames and fell down.

The terrible thing is not to kill a person with a bazooka, but after the bazooka bombed, more than 10 howitzers actually flew away, and the road next to the vehicle was scorched, which made a group of little brothers with various firearms rush to the explosion site with motorcycles and vehicles, and they all scrambled to collect Shen Ming's body. The godfather ordered that as long as he could bring Shen Ming to him, he would be rewarded with 300,000 US dollars, regardless of whether he lived or died.

In this year, picking up corpses is also a way to make money, no one noticed that at the moment of the explosion, Shen Ming rushed through several lines of defense into the slum in a flash, he wandered in an apartment building, bypassed the mine traps set by experts, carried MP7, and cleaned room by room. He was quieter than a rat, less perceptible than a mosquito, and many of the hidden gunmen had already been knocked to the ground by a single shot just after they saw him, and before they could cry out in pain, Shen Mingbu's hand-to-hand combat had knocked them unconscious.

From the first floor to the sixth floor, more than 40 soldiers were all knocked to the ground without firing a shot, and Shen Ming slid down the water pipe at the back of the apartment to the ground floor in an instant, and directly penetrated into another apartment along the back alley.

"What ......" Before a gangster guarding the back door finished speaking, a flying knife pierced his right arm with a gun, and before the scream occurred, Shen Mingfei, who was 2 meters away, jumped up and hit his jaw with a knee, so that he couldn't make any sound, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, and pulled his weapon back, the poor little brother rolled his eyes and passed out.

Pushing the door to clean up from the bottom again, Shen Ming must pursue speed, because such a huge combat unit must have a communicator inquiry system, and it is only a matter of time before it is discovered. Thanks to this group of idiots**, they also helped evacuate the ordinary residents, Shen Ming was able to run fast and shoot more smoothly, as if entering a no-man's land.

A kick opened the last room on the top floor, and a sniper team of two aimed at the street they were guarding. They are professional snipers, and Shen Ming already knows about the three kinds of tricks arranged at the door. Peers meet in seconds!

There was only half a second difference between the MP7 raised by Shen Ming and the M4A1 raised by the sniper assistant, but this was already a gap in strength, and the observer who was hit by a shot almost touched the finger of the trigger, and snorted in a blur, Shen Ming's second shot had already broken his shoulder.

The sniper rolled on the spot and pulled the trigger on his Uzi submachine gun. In order to hide his bearings, he instinctively added a silencer to the submachine gun, and now that he thinks about it, he is stupid.

The bullet stuck to Shen Ming's dodging body, opening the wooden door behind him. A grenade that didn't pull the latch flew straight and hit the sniper in the eye.

By the time he had recovered his strength, Shen Ming had already straddled him, grabbed the observer's head with one hand and hit the wall and knocked him unconscious, and with the other hand grabbed the sniper's neck, trying to stun him with acupressure on the carotid artery.

The sniper instinctively brandished the Uzi submachine gun and fired, and inadvertently pierced a secret door in the wall, and a black child no more than 7 or 8 years old fell out of it, along with a pistol and tens of thousands of dollars.

His parents were originally working for the Mike family, because they stole some white flour and bought it to earn some foreign water, but they never dared to use it indiscriminately, so they could only hide in the secret compartment of the family.

The parents, who were worried about the money being robbed, ruthlessly hid their youngest son in the dark compartment and kept silent. And he told him that whoever opened the door would be shot to death.

It was the arrangement of the bereaved couple that gave Shen Ming's sneak attack an audience, or a victim. After being shot, the child began to cry, and the silent admonition given by the parents had long been forgotten.

"Oops......" The sniper under Shen Ming was already unconscious, but he didn't have the slightest joy after success.

Suddenly, a huge searchlight shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windowsill in front of it. Not allowing Shen Ming to see clearly what weapon was used at the end of the light, he jumped up and grabbed the child on the ground and rushed out of the door.

The ensued bazooka set the room on fire, and the ammunition from the M2 heavy machine gun followed his footsteps through the walls of the building, the rudimentary brick walls, as weak as pieces of paper against 12.7 mm armor-piercing bullets.

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