To avoid detection by the terror suspects inside the apartment, the FBI had already devised a search and capture plan in advance.

When the FBI agents arrived on the scene, they were able to take immediate action, implementing the capture while the suspects remained unaware.

After a brief communication with Lynn Brouss, the leader of the special operations team initiated the operation.

The special operations team, consisting of ten members, climbed up the stairs outside the apartment to the third floor.

The battering ram broke open the door, and they charged in directly, "FBI."

Luke also drew his pistol, standing guard with several FBI agents at the stairway entrance.

Lynn Brouss also stood not far away, vigilantly watching the third floor of the apartment.

The faint sounds from the third floor of the apartment could be heard.

"FBI, don't move."

"Raise your hands."

"Drop your weapon."

"Bang bang..."

A burst of gunfire rang out.

The FBI agents outside the apartment also heightened their vigilance.

"Boom..."

A loud explosion erupted on the third floor of the apartment, dust and smoke rose, the door on the third floor was blasted open, and the iron stairs were damaged, highlighting the power of the explosion.

"Fuck," Luke cursed under his breath, sweating for the team members of the special operations team.

Lynn Brouss also showed an anxious expression, taking out a walkie-talkie, "This is A1, calling A2."

"A2, do you read? Please respond."

"A2, please respond."

"Fuck," Lynn Brouss couldn't help but curse, grabbing her hair forcefully, "These thugs, bastards, you're doomed."

Luke walked over and asked, "What's the backup plan?"

Lynn Brouss drew her pistol, "The special ops team hasn't responded, and judging by the power of the explosion, their casualties might not be small. I'm planning to lead the team in through the front door, you hold down the apartment building below."

Luke said, "You hold your position here, I'll go inside the apartment to capture Hard Abbas."

Luke still had three Bullet-Proof Cards, not worrying about his safety.

Lynn Brouss showed a solemn expression, "The people inside the building are likely all terror suspects, each one a desperado, their level of danger is far beyond ordinary criminals."

Luke said, "I'm mentally prepared, since I've become a member of the FBI, these are things I must face, the FBI's paycheck isn't given for nothing.

Although I can't clock in every day at the FBI, whenever the FBI faces difficulties, as a consultant, it's naturally my duty."

Luke's previous role as a criminal investigation consultant was somewhat superficial, but now as a full consultant, he officially became part of the FBI.

Without the need for daily clock-ins, he could still receive a salary equivalent to an assistant supervisor, so naturally, he needed to demonstrate some skills.

Besides, the prestige between a consultant who just talks and one who leads actions along with agents is entirely different.

When it's time to perform, one has to perform.

Like when Luke was in the detective bureau, leading the charge even as a detective, and after acquiring enough prestige and status, he rarely rushed to the front lines now.

Lynn Brouss stared at Luke, "Wear a bulletproof vest, be careful."

"No need, I'm not used to wearing bulletproof vests," Luke politely declined, not to show off, but considering the actual situation.

Most terror suspects use AKs, and ordinary bulletproof vests can't stop them, inserting steel plates can increase protection, but it also impacts flexibility.

Luke had Bullet-Proof Cards, offering better protection than bulletproof vests with steel plates, and he valued flexibility more.

Lynn Brouss didn't persuade further, knowing Luke had rich combat experience to have reached the position of captain in the Robbery and Murder Department, if he said so, he surely had some confidence.

This time, Lynn Brouss's walkie-talkie rang, and she quickly picked it up and said, "This is A1."

"This is Armand Hains, I'm with a team guarding outside the main entrance of the apartment lobby, seeing movement inside the lobby, hearing scattered gunfire from the third floor, please advise."

The gunfire on the third floor indicated the special ops team still had survivors, Lynn Brouss made a quick decision, "Advisor Li is leading a team into the apartment to support the special ops team, you go in as well, ensure his safety."

"Understood."

The FBI formed a ten-man team.

Before entering the apartment, all FBI agents checked their gear, Luke included, carrying two pistols, four spare magazines, and a dagger.

Because the apartment layout was narrow, he didn't use a rifle, in tight spaces, a handgun was more convenient.

Once everything was ready, Luke and Armand Hains led the FBI agents into the apartment.

"FBI."

Luke and Armand Hains each took four men, covering each other from the left and right.

"Bang bang..."

At the corner, a man wearing a headscarf holding an AK opened fire at Luke and the others.

"Bang bang..."

Almost simultaneously, Luke and Armand Hains fired back.

The agents behind also scattered to find cover.

Soon, the man with the headscarf was shot down, riddled with bullets, utterly dead.

A Middle-Eastern man emerged again from the front desk, attacking the FBI agents from the side with an AK.

However, before he could fire, he was already taken down by well-trained FBI agents.

Everyone searched the first floor lobby, ensuring no one escaped notice.

Then, two FBI agents guarded the stairway entrance to prevent terror suspects from coming down from the second floor to ambush.

Luke and Armand Hains each took three men, searching the rooms on both sides of the first floor's apartment.

Luke led the team to search the apartment on the left side.

A robust African-American agent holding a battering ram directly broke open the door.

"Bang."

"FBI."

Luke and two FBI agents rushed into the room.

The apartment wasn't big, consisting of only a bedroom, a bathroom, and an open kitchen.

"Clear."

"Clear."

"Bang bang..." Gunfire came from the neighboring room.

After finishing the room search, Luke returned to the hallway, and Armand Hains also came out from the next room, signaling okay with a gesture.

Luke entered the second room on the left for search.

"FBI."

No one was in the room, but the window was open.

Suddenly, sounds came from outside the apartment.

"FBI, don't move."

"Raise your hands."

"Bang bang..."

Luke didn't jump out the window to chase; Lynn Brouss had people outside watching, the terror suspect wouldn't escape.

Luke walked out of the second room, and suddenly, the door of the fifth room opened, a Middle-Eastern teenager around thirteen or fourteen came out, eyes meeting.

Luke raised his gun and said, "Don't move, raise your hands."

Armand Hains also came out from the right side's second room with his team.

Seeing the teenager, he fired without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

The teenager showed a pained expression, collapsing directly into a pool of blood.

Luke frowned, giving Armand Hains a sidelong glance, "He wasn't armed."

Armand Hains approached the teenager with his gun, uncovering his robe, pointing at the explosives wrapped on his body, "It might be difficult to get used to the first time, but terror suspect women and children are more dangerous than adult males.

A normal teenager shouldn't be in this apartment."

Luke sighed, at this moment he fully realized that apart from Hard Abbas, it's impossible for there to be survivors left in this apartment.

The apartment was fraught with peril, new terror suspects might appear at any time, Luke didn't hesitate too long and continued searching the next room.

"Bang."

The door was broken open.

A man in a robe stood beside the bed, seemingly scared stiff, his hands tucked into the pockets of the robe.

Seeing his face clearly, Luke fired directly.

The robe-wearing man was shot in the forehead, his body falling backward, and an object dropped from the robe, hitting the floor with a crisp "clink clink clink" sound.

"Grenade."

"Get down."

Luke quickly maneuvered, kicking the grenade into the bathroom just as it was about to explode.

"Boom..."

As soon as the grenade entered the bathroom, it exploded, debris flying, dust rising.

The good news was that no one was injured.

The agents cast different glances at Luke.

No longer just respectful from a distance, but mixed with trust, admiration, and gratitude.

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