Five Minutes Ago
All the small roads leading to the Montel family estate had been arranged with people, and sure enough, within minutes of the rebel organization attacking the estate, military trucks roared out of the barracks, heading straight for the target.
"The military trucks have left, four in total."
On the sandy terrain far from the military camp, a disguised rebel member reported into a walkie-talkie.
At various intersections, several gunmen suddenly appeared and fired shots into the air. The once crowded and chaotic streets instantly erupted into panic, and within moments, the area was completely deserted.
The rebels looked around at the now-empty streets and nodded in satisfaction.
They were against the government and the cartels, but they had no malice toward ordinary civilians. Since a battle was about to take place, clearing the area in advance was for their own good.
Old military trucks rumbled down the road, honking their horns. The unusual emptiness of the streets left the soldiers in the driver's seat puzzled.
As the convoy entered an intersection, a commander positioned on the second floor of a nearby building waved his hand. Immediately, rebels on both sides of the street pulled the truck's release levers, sending pre-loaded construction debris tumbling down with a loud crash, instantly blocking the road.
The truck was forced to a halt, and the driver, unaware of the danger, was just about to curse loudly when—
Two figures suddenly appeared on the balconies on either side, both carrying rocket launchers.
Boom! Boom!
Two deafening explosions rocked the area as the lead two trucks were destroyed, killing or injuring most of the soldiers inside. Moments later, grenades were tossed next to the remaining two trucks, setting off another round of chaos. By the time the soldiers managed to regroup and prepare to fight back, the rebels had already disappeared.
Their mission was simply to delay the reinforcements; there was no need for a head-on confrontation.
Unfortunately, they only had five rockets, supplied by Sam. Two were used for attacking the main gate, two for this ambush, and one had been expended during practice the previous day. Otherwise, the results today could have been even better.
With the rebels gone, the soldiers conducted a fruitless search before starting to clear the roadblocks. It took more than ten minutes to remove the heavy construction debris.
The remaining two trucks backed out of the alley and took an alternate route toward the Montel estate.
By the time the military trucks arrived, the rebels who had attacked the main gate had already withdrawn as planned. However, inside the mansion, Owen and his team had run into trouble.
"Shit~~~"
Wright kicked the heavy metal door with all his strength, but it felt like kicking a solid wall.
Alex had screwed them over. When the alarm was triggered, the vault's metal door automatically sealed itself after a few minutes.
Their only escape route was now locked behind that door, trapping them inside the mansion.
"Find a way out, there are too many of them, we can't hold out much longer!"
Jim and Bryan held their ground at the corridor entrance, firing non-stop. According to the plan, the rebels at the main gate had already retreated, leaving all the estate's guards to flood toward their position.
Tat-tat-tat~~ Tat-tat~~~ Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire never ceased, accompanied by the occasional grenade explosion. They had temporarily secured the corridor, but it wasn't a long-term solution. At this intensity, their ammunition was depleting rapidly—many of them were already running low.
Deeper inside the passage, Hotshot pressed against the door and knocked, but the thick metal barely made a sound.
"It's useless. This door is at least five inches thick. Our explosives won't be able to blow it open."
Hotshot's bad news made everyone's hearts sink, but their formation remained intact. They continued to cover each other, suppressing the enemy outside. After a few shots, everyone turned their eyes toward Owen.
Inside the passage, Owen kept calling for Becky over the radio.
"Becky, Becky, do you copy? Becky~~"
But there was only silence on the other end. Owen had a bad feeling.
"Reloading!"
At the corridor entrance, Heartbeat fell back while shouting, and ASH immediately took her place. Short bursts of gunfire resumed, ensuring there was no break in the suppression.
Ejected shell casings clattered onto the floor nonstop. At this rate, her magazines would be empty soon.
Outside, shadows flickered everywhere. The guards had no idea their master was already dead—they kept charging forward recklessly. In the distance, military-green uniforms appeared—the soldiers had arrived.
"Damn it, I'm out of bullets! Who has extra—"
Wright reached for a fresh magazine only to realize his tactical vest was empty. He shouted for help.
Monica pulled out one of hers and tossed it over without even turning her head, then continued firing.
This couldn't go on. They needed another way out...
"Becky, Becky..."
But the radio remained silent.
At Becky's temporary hideout, Alex was chasing her with a screwdriver in hand.
Somehow, he had managed to break free from his restraints and launched a sudden attack on Becky, not only seizing the remote control but nearly killing her in the process.
If he hadn't been severely weakened from his previous torture, Becky would likely already be dead. But even in his condition, Alex wasn't about to let her go. He pursued her relentlessly.
Panicked, Becky ran upstairs, Alex hot on her heels.
Her goal was her room, where she had a self-defense handgun given to her by Owen. But she had never liked guns and didn't carry it on her.
As she reached the second floor, her foot suddenly snagged on something, and she tumbled to the ground.
A hand had reached through the railing—Alex had grabbed her ankle.
"Ahh! Let go! Let go!"
Becky, seemingly too terrified to think, kicked frantically at his hand. After struggling for a moment, she finally broke free and scrambled back to her feet, running again.
But that brief delay had allowed the devil behind her to get even closer.
Fumbling into her room, Becky spotted the gun on the windowsill.
She picked it up, but her hands trembled so violently that she could barely hold onto it. Shakily, she pointed it at the doorway.
"D-Don't come any closer! Stay back!"
Becky stammered, panic written all over her face.
Alex hesitated for a moment at the doorway. He hadn't expected this foolish woman to actually get her hands on a gun.
But then, he relaxed.
Because it was obvious—she didn't even know how to hold it properly.
Women.
Alex wasn't scared anymore. He was confident that a little intimidation would send her running. The gun in her hands was no more useful than a stick.
He stepped forward slowly, putting on a fierce expression.
"Give me the gun, or else—"
"Stay back! Stay back! Stay back!"
Becky kept muttering in panic. As Alex got closer, the terror in her eyes grew.
"Give it to me!"
Alex lunged for the gun.
"Ahhh!"
Becky screamed, squeezing her eyes shut—and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gun bucked wildly in her hands. Even with her eyes closed, at least half the bullets hit Alex.
"Ugh… Ugh…"
Alex stared in disbelief at the growing pool of blood on his chest.
He tried to speak, but no words came out.
The pain drained the last of his strength. His eyes glowed with hatred as he made one final attempt to grab Becky.
But he collapsed before he could reach her.
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