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After the SWAT detachment got out of the car, it advanced in a fan-shaped queue and gathered in the direction of the villa.

"The goal is indoors. Be prepared to enter through the back door. Please instruct when ready. At that moment, there was a clear sound of a radio walkie-talkie from the direction of the front door. It seems that the gang has quietly scattered around the villa.

The task of the SWAT advance team was to prepare for the entry into the apartment, to surround the house, to enclose the people inside. Prepare for the arrival of a large army. Elite players will be the first to burst through the door. Others followed.

In the current situation, whether Hugh led everyone to rush out or continued to stay in the house, it was difficult to avoid a head-on exchange with the SWAT team.

Hugh's mind flashed the floor plan of the house. Then there is the courtyard and the four-and-five-meter-high fence, and finally the courtyard is full of trees. He thought about the confrontation in his mind.

They will follow the rules of the organization's common battles. Lula and Nick guard the back door of the kitchen. Katyusha and Hugh guarded the front door, and Louis and Olivia stood by the window in the hall.

Early in the morning, the room was very dark. The traces of the last crescent moon outside the house had not faded, and the clouds gathered and dispersed in the treetops around the courtyard, and the moon passed through them, flickering and dimming. Reacting is always a little slower than acting, and in the dark, SWAT teams are certainly slower to react than agents do.

Hugh leaped into the entrance, followed by Katyusha, who knelt down on one of the two doors with a narrow glass window, poking his head out a little to see the outside. Visibility was extremely low and torrential rain was pouring down. In the darkness, he saw the first patrol car gliding to a stop at one end of the circular driveway. And then another. And then two more.

SWAT officers in black body armor rushed around the front of the house towards the garage. The locals reacted to the scene exactly as they had learned in training, their loudspeakers shouting over the roar of the storm: "We are the FBI, you have been locked by us, please lay down your arms." ”

"Ready?" Hugh asked Katyusha beside him.

She nodded, clenching the HKMP7 submachine gun in her hand, Hugh understood. She was as close to herself as she always was.

"Let's do it," she said, "and let's get it done." ”

Hugh reached for the Smith ten-millimeter pistol from the belt holster, took the silencer from it, and screwed it onto the muzzle.

Hugh picked up his weapon and nodded at Katyusha. She already had the gun in her hand. Despite the dim light in the room, Hugh saw that her face was grim, and her dark eyes showed a look of readiness.

Suddenly, a strong flash of lightning struck through the window, and the two jumped to the nearby leather chaise longue to dodge. There was a torrential downpour of bang on the roof, and the constant noise made it impossible to think. They crawled back to the window and watched the torrential rain outside, pouring down on the stone floor of the yard. The SWAT detachment is both tough and professional. Without the Nano combat suit, it is almost impossible to try to fight them. But the situation is different now. Although the special police force has a large number of people, our side is well-equipped and has the protection of nano combat suits, which is more than enough to deal with small-scale conflicts, and it is difficult to determine who will win and who will lose for a while.

No matter how good the SWAT team outside the house is. It is impossible for anyone not to flinch in the face of such weather. Heavy rain mixed with thunderstorms constantly hit the SWAT outside, and the thought of the metal weapon in his hand that might lead to a lightning attack hit everyone's heart. The rain washed over their heavy body armor, adding a few points in weight, and the tactical goggles suddenly rose in a cloud of fog in the humid environment, obscuring their view and forcing them to remove them.

Of course, they will not leave their posts, but there will be some slackness and uneasiness. It's time to get ready to act, and any further stalemate would be clearly detrimental to the SWAT officers.

The captain of the special service team waved his hand forward, and two policemen armed with door knockers came to the door, knocked the door open in three or two clicks, and then dodged to the side, and several stormtroopers behind threw dozens of flashbang grenades and smoke grenades into the room, and the hall of the villa was suddenly filled with white smoke, and the visibility was almost zero.

Ordinary people will be blinded for a while and lose their sense of direction when they are attacked by flashbang and smoke bombs. Everyone in the agent team is equipped with nano helmets, although the eyes are still white, but this does not prevent the function of the microcomputer in the helmet, which marks all the enemies in front of the agents in the form of hollow squares, whether they are hidden behind the walls of the house, or holding weapons and slowly walking into the hall under the cover of smoke, all of them can be seen at a glance.

"Ready to do it." The captain of the Fighting Falcon squad gave the battle order.

After receiving the captain's order, everyone raised their weapons and took the lead in firing in the direction of the special police detachment, and for a while there was a loud burst of gunfire. Thanks to the aid of the identification system of friend or foe, the agents were able to see the target clearly, and almost every bullet hit the target, but due to the smoke, it was not possible to determine the location of the bullet.

The five SWAT team members who rushed to the front were shot and fell to the ground one by one, loudly warning their teammates behind them: "Don't rush in, there is an ambush ahead!" Seeing this, several teammates on the side rushed forward and dragged the teammate who fell to the ground out of the gate.

As their targets retreated to the sides of the gate and hidden, the team stopped firing and took up a vantage point to observe everything in front of them until the smoke cleared.

In the first round of the confrontation between the two sides, the SWAT officers were completely suppressed by each other, but fortunately they were protected by body armor and were able to survive, but three SWAT team members were shot in arms and legs and other parts, causing them to lose their combat effectiveness and had to be carried on stretchers and transferred to the rear to treat their wounds.

The SWAT Captain thought that catching flashbangs and smoke grenades would cause the enemy to temporarily lose their eyesight, giving us a chance to take them down in one fell swoop, but before we could do it, he was frustrated by the fact that he had not yet made a move, and he was frustrated by the fact that he was still in the fog and unusually accurate to bring down all five team members who had entered the hall.

With the previous lesson, he did not dare to take the enemy lightly, so he used tactical gestures to order several men with blast shields to form a defensive formation, slowly enter the hall, cover the commandos in the rear, and give them a chance to attack.