Despite the long warnings from the radio and the police, there is still chaos in the rest of the city, except for the bustling areas of the city center and the rich residential areas, which have returned to order.

This is particularly true in slums, where there are a large number of armed guards and police in key areas, while others are left undefended.

Most of the blind thugs naturally avoided those places and chose better targets, while the machiers who were behind the scenes had a simpler purpose, not for money, but to create chaos.

Standing on a high place, I saw a strange scene, the bustling rich area is still brightly lit, a scene of singing and dancing, and drunken fans.

Across the street, there was a vast darkness and the light of fires burning everywhere, and the constant sound of gunshots, cries, and the occasional scream.

Heaven on one side, hell on the other.

Qin Rongshuai was quietly watching the chaotic area with a night vision binocular, like a hunter observing his prey.

The night is full of incited thugs and criminals who take advantage of the fire, and the agents of Hydra hide in the chaos and make it impossible to catch.

But for Qin Rongshuai, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if the Hydra agent can catch it or not, it doesn't matter if they can't catch it this time, because they will come to the door and deliver the head themselves.

It doesn't matter if you can suppress the riot or not, this is not your own home, and you don't feel distressed if it is smashed.

He just wanted to vent.

Vent the nameless anger in your heart.

From the time he was attacked, he felt a sense of restlessness in his heart, until he saw the Crane siblings lying in a pool of blood and dying, his anger ignited.

Maybe it's because the brother and sister who depend on each other make him feel emotional, or maybe it's the constant harassment of the Hydra agents that bores him.

In short, he wanted to find an outlet.

Qin Rongshuai's face was grim, standing on the roof of a high-rise building, looking at the city condescendingly.

The various tactical auras on his body are activated, like a king who reigns over the world, overlooking his own territory.

The PVA fighters are dressed in black tactical suits and hoods, like ghosts in the night.

PVA warriors who have grandmaster-level night combat skills are the kings of the night, coupled with the blessing of up to 30% of the attributes of the [Night Battle Bafang] that does not collect at night, facing a group of unorganized thugs, it is like an elephant stepping into an ant's nest.

Everything is an ant.

The tactical teams are flexible and changeable, the soldiers and fighters cooperate closely and tacitly, and the tactical movements are smooth, shuttling back and forth in the streets and alleys in silence.

Looking at all this in front of you is like appreciating a kind of art, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

This is the art of the god of war, the figure of the Deathbringer.

"One shift in place!"

"Second shift in place!"

"Three shifts in place!"

……

With the news that the teams in the walkie-talkie were in place, Qin Rongshuai put down the night vision binoculars, picked up the walkie-talkie and said in a calm tone: "Let's start." ”

In the ruined streets, elated thugs boasted of their catches with all sorts of looted items in one hand and bottles of wine in the other.

The drunken thugs looked at the shops they set on fire and the old men screaming in the flames, and from time to time let out a cruel laugh, and two of them even danced.

However, their joy did not last long, as several bullets focused on their heads accurately, bursting like watermelons hit by a hammer, and red and white brains splashed on the faces of the others.

The voices of the thugs stopped abruptly, and they were all stunned.

Before he could react to what was happening, there was another volley of rifles, and there was no longer a single thug standing in the street.

The soldiers who served as snipers simply pulled the bolts and retreated, and the yellow bullet casings fell to the ground filled with plasma with a hot temperature, emitting a few wisps of green smoke.

"Click!"

The bullets were loaded again, the bolts were locked, and they began to look for the next target.

Then the assault team with automatic weapons came out of the darkness, dragged the corpses aside, and hung them on ropes from the street lamps.

Within minutes, the streetlamps on both sides of the street were filled with headshot bodies.

This was specially requested by Qin Rongshuai.

It's a warning, a deterrent.

A declaration of war.

Hydra, I'm here to fight!

You have chosen to go to war, and it is up to me to decide when the war will cease.

Tactical teams swept the wide streets like a hurricane, covered in the blood of thugs and hanging corpses.

After clearing one block, the fighters quickly moved on to the next, advancing extremely fast, clearing six blocks in an hour.

The policemen who followed behind could not even keep up with the soldiers, and could only stare at the dead silence of the streets.

From a distance, the dense hanging corpses are terrifying, especially at night, when the neighborhood becomes a ghost town in the darkness without lights.

One of the policemen muttered to himself, "This is so cruel, are they devils?" ”

A sheriff slapped the policeman's head in annoyance, "Shut up, these thugs are the real devils, look at what they did, they deserve to be hanged, these beasts who go to hell." ”

Looking at the devastated city and the miserable deaths of innocent citizens, the other policemen nodded their heads, and then began to think about how to make the scene more miserable, so that people would cry at the sight of it.

After the arrangement, I waited for the reporter to come and take pictures after dawn.

Compared to the unorganized thugs, the gang members may be more combative.

They tend to come in groups and gather in rival gangs' nightclubs, casinos, bars, and even banks.

Armed with Chicago typewriters and Winchester shotguns, they are ferocious in close combat, and they call in nearby companions for support.

But for the PVA fighters, the best thing to clean up is these people, they don't have to bother to search for targets, as long as they surround a group, others will keep coming.

What followed was a massacre that could not bear to look at directly.

The typewriter gang members were overwhelmed by the precise fire of the M1 semi-automatic rifle and had to hide in the corner of the building to resist stubbornly.

The PVA fighters then burst in front of them, throwing grenades into the building, almost with their noses attached.

Watching the rain of grenades falling into the room, the gang members were stunned.

A long series of explosions followed, and the gathered gangsters were blown into a sieve.

Platoon gun salvos, rapid advances, rain of grenades at close range.

This set of tactics is very skillful and easy for the fighters.

Qin Rongshuai nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Leave the bodies of those gangsters alone, hand them over to the police to deal with, let's continue to advance and clear the main street before dawn." ”

He knew very well that these rat-like thugs could not be cleaned up by them alone, and that they would quickly hide in the event of a blow, from the street into the alley, from the alley to the house, or to the sewer.

But these are the tasks of the police or the Strategic Science Corps, and his task is only to quickly restore order, and the follow-up clean-up can be handed over to others.

On the other side, the Hydra agents, who had been fanning the flames everywhere, soon realized that something was wrong.

Large swaths of the neighborhood quickly fell silent after a dense burst of gunfire, and they smelled something unusual.

Soon, the Hydra commander in charge of the operation immediately sent an elite team to these quiet neighborhoods to reconnoitre.

This squad is composed of veterans drawn from the battlefield and has rich combat experience, not only a full set of American equipment, but also a change into the clothing of the US military MP.

The carefully disguised elite squad successfully deceived the police who blocked the streets, and these policemen also gave them enthusiastic directions.

This quickly led them to the source of the problem, and the commander in charge of the operation immediately decided to surprise the army in charge of the clearance, so they quickly ran towards the area where the PVA fighters were.