Charles also realized that the person in front of him had been taken out by Jimmy, and he had come to trust Jimmy's abilities. He immediately twisted his body toward the back door and moved to a position where he could see it.

The two men at the front door stopped hiding as well, turning on their flashlights and shining them into the room through the windows. Of course, they did so alternately, not standing directly in front of the windows themselves. After a few flashes, they turned off the flashlights. One of them took out a cell phone and started communicating in a low voice. It was just too bad they were outside, so Jimmy couldn't hear what was being said.

Soon, the call was ended, and he said something to the other person, then they got in touch with the people at the back door to meet up at the main entrance.

Jimmy was getting irritated. With just four men, he would have taken them out at the door or the window if he hadn't been concerned about Charles. But he had no night vision goggles, and opening fire like that would make it impossible to write the report afterward.

However, Jimmy's irritation didn't last long. After regrouping, the four men made much more pronounced movements. Two of them opened the main gate from the side, while the other two first threw their flashlights into the room, illuminating an area. Then they entered the main gate in quick succession. This time, they didn't wait; they immediately fired towards the previous position of Jimmy and Charles. Although they couldn't see anyone, this suppressing fire allowed all four of them to enter the first-floor living room and duck behind the walls on either side of the main door, at least finding some cover for themselves in the room.

It was clear that these men were not the kind of gangsters Jimmy had encountered before. They obviously had some training, and while it didn't look very good, it was still better than that of the average gang member.

Jimmy didn't wait any longer. As all four men entered, they became clear targets. Jimmy emptied his Glock's magazine on the two men hidden on the left, then ducked behind the corner and swapped in a spare magazine for the Glock.

Now, only two men were left, and hearing no gunfire or shouts from their companions on the left, panic was evident. As the two men found cover and quickly reloaded, Jimmy watched their every move. When they were about to peek from behind the wall to check his position, he emptied the second magazine.

Jimmy hadn't enjoyed emptying his rounds so freely in a long time. Previously, it was always precision shooting, but today, due to environmental factors and Charles waiting at the back door for those two men, he couldn't be too precise. Thus, he opted for quantity over quality. Although he could have finished them in the first round, he decided to put on a show and fire a second volley, making it easier to explain the bullet holes in the walls and room during the daytime cleanup, also making it easier to write his report.

Jimmy waited for a while and then pressed the intercom: "Front door is secure." He got up and turned on the lights in the hall. After the lights came on, the gruesome scene still made Charles, who had rushed over, frown.

Charles, "Six men, this is bad," he immediately took out his cell phone and made a call, "How are things on your end?"

Charles soon hung up the phone, "I'm going to check upstairs." After saying this, he ran towards the staircase.

Jimmy watched Charles's movements, his brow furrowing. Something wasn't right. Two against six, a complete victory, so why did Charles seem more anxious?

A while later, Charles came down the stairs, and Jimmy glanced upstairs. The big-chinned man had gotten out of bed and was now walking by the bedside.

Jimmy, "Charles, what happened? You look pale."

Charles, "We had the wrong intelligence; we've lost a team and can't get in touch with them at the moment. I've already sent someone to check it out."

Jimmy, "What's going on? Charles, say something. I don't want to die without knowing why. I thought it was just you and me on guard, so they wouldn't send many people. But this time six came, and if we hadn't been well-prepared, things would have definitely gone south."

Charles gestured to Jimmy to wait, "We'll talk later." He took out another intercom from his pocket, "My side is clear; come over."

After putting away the intercom, Charles continued, "This time we captured a big gang's head of operations for East America. Big Chin and the other two were his former underlings, and they are willing to testify against their former boss."

Previously, we received intelligence that a squad had been brought in from outside to assassinate these three, supposedly not more than ten people. We had dispersed the witnesses in hopes that the assassins would, too. Apart from Big Chin's location, we had sufficient personnel at other locations, and backup teams were ready to support as needed based on the situation. But now, it seems they have far more men than reported, and one squad is currently out of contact."

Jimmy was speechless. If they had truly sent a squad of ten, wouldn't combining forces have made it easier for you to eliminate them? Why split up? Often, it felt like their heads weren't screwed on right.

Jimmy, "Why not consolidate forces?"

Charles shook his head, "Too many people would attract too much attention, and a lot of issues would be harder to handle. This doesn't concern you; I'll make another call."

At that moment, police sirens could be heard approaching from afar. Although it was a seaside villa, it wasn't far from other villas. The intense gunfire earlier had already alarmed the neighbors, so it was natural that the police had been called.

Jimmy looked at Charles, "Will you handle them? I'd rather not deal with them."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.