The building has 10 floors, the bottom five floors are rented out to residents, and the sixth and seventh floors are occupied by Tamar Riadi's men.

The eighth floor is an ice factory, the ninth floor is a warehouse, and the tenth floor is where Tamar Riadi's residence and safe house are located.

If most of the inhabitants of this building are poisonous insects, then we must consider the threat posed by these so-called "civilians".

Illegal guns are quite rampant here, and even if these poisonous insects can't get an automatic rifle, they can pull out a few small pistols or homemade firearms, and no matter how bad the machete is, everyone always has one in hand.

"The biggest advantage of our side at the moment is that the enemy cannot use the surveillance system, and can only communicate through a limited number of walkie-talkies,

As long as you don't fight with a large-scale enemy, constantly engage in guerrilla warfare, and consume the enemy's living forces, you can always grind them to death. ”

Leon sorted out his thoughts, and walked slowly to the door with a gun,

Move the muzzle of your gun sideways to the left and right to make sure there are no enemies in the hallway, then walk out of the hallway and stick to the wall.

A series of footsteps rang out on the stairs in the distance, presumably gang members attracted by the gunshot.

With a flip of his palm, Li Ang took out the [Ruitu Saber 300] from the backpack bar, and used the lock-picking tool in it to quickly pry open a door near him.

Inside the house, a family of three, a man, a woman and a child, stood at the end of the living room holding each other, trembling at the operator who broke through the door.

Leon glanced at them coldly and waved his palm.

As if they had been granted amnesty, the family of three hurriedly ran into the side bedroom and slammed the door of the side bedroom.

Leon closed the front door of the house and listened to a series of footsteps as he walked out of the staircase and ran down the hallway.

He hid sideways against the concrete wall next to the door, holding a gun in his right hand and pulling a grenade from his waist in his left hand.

The moment the footsteps passed the door, Leon shot diagonally at the wooden door, killing two people.

The enemies in the hallway fired in a panic, but all the bullets hit the concrete walls, and there was no result except for the splashing of cement debris.

"There's—"

The man in the yellow shirt in the lead shouted loudly, but his throat was torn by a bullet, and he could only stare at it, clutching his throat helplessly and falling backwards.

Two companions tried to drag it away, but two bullets flew out of nowhere and hit them precisely in the eye sockets.

Three died, and seven remained.

Leon crouched down, letting the cement debris fly overhead, calmly assessing the current situation.

Contrary to what most people think, there are too few things in real life that can withstand a rifle bullet.

Furniture, appliances, doors and windows, stairs, cars, vans, trucks..... All the things that can be bulletproof in film and television dramas will be easily pierced by rifle bullets in the real world.

Only dense trees, steel, or building materials can withstand rifle bullets.

Li Ang knew a little about architecture, and when he observed, he found that

In this building, the walls on both sides of the corridor are load-bearing walls, which are about 300mm thick, and can easily withstand rifle bullets within 100 meters.

Moreover, the position chosen by Li Ang is just at the angle between the door and the master bedroom, even if a bullet penetrates through the wooden door, it will not form a ricochet, causing him to be killed.

In the hallway, the thin wooden door had been completely torn apart, and gunshots roared, bullets flew everywhere, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

Leon listened to where the seven rifles were, silently pulled out the bracelet and threw it into the corridor with a hook of his palm.

Two seconds later, the sound of an explosion resounded in the hallway, and Li Ang took out the [Ruitu Saber 300] and stretched out the door, using the smooth steel surface of the saber as a mirror to observe the scene in the corridor.

Blood was pouring down the hallway, and there were piles of charred bodies scattered across the floor.

Leon poked his pistol out, shot each body again, and made sure there was no movement before exiting the hallway.

"The smell of barbecue."

He indifferently stepped over the pile of corpses and walked up the stairs.

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On the 10th floor of the apartment, inside the safe house, Tamar Rihadi, the first reader in Malawi City, is sitting in a chair, slowly flipping through the newspaper.

The area of the safe house is quite large, and the ceiling, walls, and floors are embedded with homogeneous steel plates.

The gate is made of 100mm steel and is made of 100mm steel, which is so thick and heavy that it can stand even if it is strafed by machine guns.

Inside, the décor is low-key and luxurious, with bookshelves, desks, computers, weapon racks, and a round table in the center of the living room, on which are all kinds of dishes.

At this time, the huge monitoring panel at the back of the safe house turned black, but the emergency gasoline generator still provided light for the safe house.

Tamar Rihadi, surrounded by a dozen loyal subordinates, sat behind the round table.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, somewhat bald, dark-skinned, round-faced, kind-eyed, and rather gentle-looking, with a floral shirt on the top and loose slacks on the bottom.

Tamar Riadi doesn't look any different from the average middle-aged uncle who runs a commissary on campus, but those who know him well know that it's just his disguise.

His father was a lame man who drank and abused all day long, and his mother was an intellectually handicapped person. He grew up boxing and tried to use boxing to make a way out for himself.

At the age of fourteen, Tamar Riadi mistakenly killed her father, who abused her mother on a daily basis.

After escaping to the city, he won the appreciation of a certain small boss for his bravery.

Within the Marawi City Gang Organization, they climbed up step by step and finally sat where they are today.

As the years passed, the elderly Tamar Riadi also began to believe in religion like other gang bosses.

But maybe even he doesn't believe that he can really go to heaven after he dies.

"I'm sorry, Santos."

Tamar Riadi put down the newspaper in his hand and said to the man in the suit in front of the table, "It's a bit noisy downstairs. ”

The young man named Santos Aquino smiled and did not speak.

Santos is the younger brother of rebel leader Cruz Aquino, and unlike his older brother, who studied abroad, majored in medicine and has a dental license.

After returning to China, Santos was responsible for helping his brother and liaising with the major readers in the Philippines.

Through the hidden ports held by the rebels, the "special medicines" in the Philippines were sent overseas.

"Chirp, you go downstairs and see how it's done." With a wave of his hand, a short man standing behind him nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, pushed open the door to the safe house, and walked downstairs.

The two bodyguards at the door closed the door again, and Tamar Riadi looked at the closed door and said to Santos with a smile: "These special operators are indeed a bit annoying, but in three days, the city will be ours." ”

"Huh."

Santos shook his head, tugged at the tie of his suit, and said slowly, "Don't be confused, Tamar."

If it weren't for the fact that your previous assassination of the mayor of Malawi was so arrogant that it attracted the attention of the authorities and threatened this 'cargo', my brother would not have rushed out and engaged the official Philippine army head-on. ”

The rebel forces represented by Santos and Tamar Riadi, who are just ordinary partners in the eyes of Philippine officials,

But listening to Santos now, the two seem to maintain a relationship of more than one partner.

Even, the large-scale offensive launched by the rebels this time was not to occupy Marawi City, but to a certain batch of "goods" in Tamar Riyadi's apartment building!

For this reason, even ignoring the encirclement and suppression that may come afterwards, it is necessary to exchange fire head-on with the official Philippine army to keep this batch of things.

Hearing the accusation in Santos's underlying words, Tamar Riadi still kept smiling, but there was a faint gloom between her eyebrows,

He glanced imperceptibly at the bedroom at the back of the safe house, the pile of alloy boxes neatly stacked together.

The sides of all the boxes are printed with an epiphany pattern.