North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1523 - 817: Simple Battle (Part 2)

Jimmy didn't go directly through the main gate. Instead, he ran along the wall towards the side. Getting flanked from front and back is not good. It's more open outside, and the people running out from the back are further away. To Jimmy, these are perfect moving targets. The "bang bang" sounds echoed continuously. The opponents aren't fools; they would naturally retaliate, even if they could only vaguely see Jimmy's position.

Putting away his handgun, Jimmy brought the MP7 from behind to the front. He bent slightly forward, aiming ahead. The "puff puff" sounds of gunfire and the "ah" cries from the hit opponents were constant. Even using the MP7, Jimmy fired single shots, pursuing accuracy, as he didn't carry many bullets. While exchanging gunfire with the opponents ahead, he had to turn his head occasionally to check the people in the main building in the middle.

With continuous gunfire, the people inside didn't rush directly outside but began gathering in certain rooms. Quite a few also lay down or hid in corners. Based on their actions, one could categorize these people: those gathered or guarding by doors and windows were mainly security or the drug cartel group, while those lying down hiding were likely mostly service workers.

The security guards outside were quickly dealt with. Jimmy glanced around. When he confirmed there weren't any standing people in the small building ahead, he let them go. A few hadn't come out, hiding instead. Those people could be left as gardeners or farmers; there's no need to act as long as they stay inside obediently.

Hiding under a flower bed, Jimmy looked towards the main building. His position was likely already exposed. In front, people were observing from the sides of two windows, though they probably hadn't pinpointed Jimmy's exact position. When Jimmy rose and dashed to the side, the "bang bang" gunfire rang out. Luckily, they were all using handguns, therefore not very accurate.

"Ugh," Jimmy slightly staggered, his left leg suddenly struck by something. Hiding in a corner, he reached out and touched, finding no wound. It seemed a small stone or something was knocked by a bullet into his leg; fortunately, it wasn't a shot wound.

Hiding in the corner avoided the house's inhabitants' sight. He broke the nearby window and flipped inside. The glass shattering sounded crisp; the people nearby certainly heard it. One person stood behind the door, aiming cautiously, yet Jimmy passed through, shooting two bullets that took the opponent out. The target collapsed without the chance to react.

Armed people inside weren't few. About a dozen were either in rooms or corridors, aiming at the stairs, far better than the reckless gangsters rushing aimlessly. They dared not run recklessly. How could anyone storm a drug lord's lair alone? They only discovered one, needing to guard against others appearing elsewhere, providing Jimmy ample chances to clear the first floor.

"Thud," Jimmy kicked open the door. Inside, two women shrank into a corner, screaming "ah." Jimmy confirmed they had their hands clasped over their heads and were unarmed before putting his left finger to his lips, "shhh," signaling them not to scream. He then shot the fat man hiding under the bed through the board, judging by his size, definitely not a servant. Turning away from the room, he continued searching for the next unfortunate soul.

Jimmy wore a helmet and mask, gloves on his hands, and was tightly clothed, ensuring no one could ascertain his identity. Some were merely servants or women; he wouldn't slaughter everyone. His tight protection was to avoid revealing his identity directly.

On the stairs, Jimmy saw three guarding the stairway entrance. Pulling a shock bomb, "ding," was the sound as the safety was released. After a two-second wait, he threw it up. They only saw something tossed up, unable to dodge before it burst with a flash—a "boom" sounding explosion left Jimmy's ears uncomfortable even hiding on the first floor.

Unfortunately, the space was too vast, rendering the shock effect insufficient, leaving the three unharmed. Resisting a struggle after hitting the floorboards, the shock effect disoriented them slightly, reducing their speed.

Jimmy swiftly ascended, "puff puff puff," ended the battle one shot per person. The scream was abruptly cut off.

After clearing two rooms consecutively, Jimmy finally saw a familiar face in the third room. Gus stood by the wall, Old Mike beside him, raising his hands to show he wasn't a threat to the masked intruder.

Jimmy raised his left hand, pointing to the floor, and the two cooperatively lay flat. He casually closed the door, moving to the next unlucky soul.

The third floor, heavily guarded, five people hid on either side watching the stairs. This wouldn't be as easy now.

Launching the last shock bomb, Jimmy directly bounced it off the wall towards the third floor. The frontline saw a dark object tossed up, instantly ducking. Those behind followed suit.

Indoor combat's most vital is forecasting enemy positions, though Jimmy didn't need it. Those already lying down required aiming or rising, whereas Jimmy only needed a three-step rush to the stairs' top, hiding at the corner to eliminate the first person safely and effortlessly.

"Bang bang," gunfire echoed as the four behind fired crazily at the stairway, unable to stand firmly yet. Jimmy stepped back two steps, concealed himself, and only charged when the gunfire ceased, MP7 on auto showering remaining bullets, changing magazine after emptying seventeen shots before ascending.

Comfortable, carefree—this was Jimmy's indoor combat state.

Not talking about ordinary police, even special forces loathed CQB battles, especially where civilians were off-limits. Any corner distraction might result in a deadly threat.

But for Jimmy, foreseeing foes' actions, he discerned drug dealers from servants. In such scenarios, he could shoot directly without checking, beyond mere preemptive shooting—a skill as if possessing magical cheats—resulting in a few concealed trying to ambush being taken before acknowledging exposure.

Of course, mainly, they bore pistols and submachine guns; even a shadow indicated enough for Jimmy to distinguish.

Jimmy deliberately skipped a room with many people, crucially with one sitting steadily in a chair facing the door. Being able to maintain such composure likely indicated Eladio, whom he'd save for last.

Once confirming other rooms housed no armed persons, Jimmy approached that room's entrance, knocking "knock knock knock" three times. Seeing this guy's bravery, he planned to grant some face. Following Jimmy's knocks, the inside people immediately fired at the door, the "bang puff" sounds ceaseless. Luckily, these walls were robust, not the wooden type of the United States, removing concerns they'd suddenly shoot through.

Crouching, the wooden door was delicate offering minimal effect on bullet trajectories, Jimmy lifted his MP7, sweeping inside in a fan shape emptying his clip. "Clack," dropped the magazine, Jimmy reached behind his waist revealing the two magazines empty—a tragedy, forgot about ammo saving.

Throwing the submachine gun back, he drew his Glock, aiming at the pierced door holes supplementing shots into the moving inside figures, confirmed deceased, rose, and opened the door, proceeding with caution, checking for false death.

Ensuring the chair's fallen figure was his target Eladio, Jimmy smirked, ending this not overly challenging slaughter.

Affairs weren't complete though. Gus and Old Mike, the unfortunate duo, were alive—a surprise to Jimmy, previously thinking cases lacked completion due to mastermind absence—finally remedying the case now.