"Major Adams has succeeded."

In the northeast of Atlanta City, Sampson Brut stood on a nine-story building and used a telescope in his hand to observe the Ferguson Media Building, which was only three hundred meters away.

Next to him, Lind Emers' eyes flashed with a faint light: "They destroyed the warehouse of the Medellon Printing Factory, and at least half of the machinery there."

"I've seen it."

Even if Linde doesn't say it, Sampson Brut can see the burning fire in the distance.

"But they strengthened their defense. There were originally ten outlaws in this building, but now it has increased to twenty-six, and one of them has reached the quasi-legacy. In addition, their defense array has also been strengthened. Not to mention whether it can be attacked in for such a defensive strength, the police station and the FBI side alone cannot cope with it. The attack on the TV station is a social event. This means that we must solve the problem within three minutes after the fire is opened, otherwise."

“That is, I can’t complete the task anymore, right?”

"No, our goal is to destroy the cable room inside, not to break through the building. And now, we need a suitable opportunity."

Sampson Brut's expression was calm: "Our advantage now is that we have up to five 17s shooters, and now, Mandivin Ferguson's team is coming here. My subordinates told me that his team will arrive in three minutes at most."

"Are you going to attack Mandivin directly?"

Lin De was surprised: "I think unless the boss takes action directly, the possibility of our success is not high, and the problem is still time."

When it comes to people like Mandivin Ferguson, the local police station and FBI cannot sit idly by.

Mandivin, the person has a very strong defense ability around him. According to the information they have, this person not long ago temporarily hired a legendary shield warrior as his bodyguard through the Cardinals Club.

Of course, even with legendary strong men as guards, Linde was confident that he could handle Mandivin. However, he believed that even with the help of many top snipers, it would take at least four minutes.

But when Lin De said this, he suddenly realized: "I understand, you can beat the east and the west, and dig the tiger away from the mountain, right?"

"I have to be worthy of my salary and the boss's trust."

Sampson smiled slightly: "Mr. Emers, I have a perfect tactic. You can just cooperate with me and put enough pressure on the target later."

Three minutes arrived in a flash, and Mandivin Ferguson's convoy soon drove to the street.

Perhaps due to the death of Deron Wiltonstein, the Ferguson Media Group president has changed his car. He gave up his previous ‘Saint Shield’ and took a more sturdy off-road armored vehicle.

It is the "Titan Sky Lord" produced by Edison, and is one of the most advanced civilian armored vehicles currently with the highest defense capabilities.

Sampson watched coldly until he saw the convoy of seven armored vehicles slowly stopped at the intersection due to the red light, and then he issued an order.

"All units should pay attention, the action will begin!"

At this moment, no less than twenty gunshots rang out from the tall buildings from all directions.

The armored vehicles located in front and rear positions were directly blown up by the wheel hub. Some sniper bullets penetrated directly into the armored vehicles, causing shrapnel in the car to splatter and flesh and blood to fly.

Many security personnel in these armored vehicles also opened the door immediately and jumped out of the vehicle.

"Confirm that the wheel hub of No. 1 is damaged!"

“Target No. 23 has been resolved.”

"Target No. 15 is disabled and has been visually lost."

"Note that Target Nine has left the vehicle and is looking for a shooting position."

"Target No. 7 dies! Pay attention to the tenth, the 13th target has been returned to the bottom of the car."

With the continuous communication sounds in the phone, the armored convoy on the street was completely suppressed. Sampson's 22-person shooter, despite his uneven strength, perfectly suppressed the opponent's firepower, causing blood mist to drift on the street.

In the back seat of the 'Titan Sky Lord' car, Mandivin Ferguson held his head in his hand, his face full of panic.

Especially after the heavy sound of the windows and body, Mandivin's lips were already purple. His right hand trembled with his mobile phone, but before trying to dial someone's phone number, a man in a red jacket sitting next to him looked at him squintedly.

"Is it necessary to call your company for help? I advise you to consider it carefully. Their strength is indeed very strong, but this car is the 'Titan Sky Lord' after all, and they cannot break the defense of this car for the time being."

Mandivin calmed a little a little, his eyes showing hope: "I want to know, how long will this 'temporary' last?"

"Fifteen points"

As soon as the man in red said this, a red ray was bombarded on the southeast side of their armored off-road vehicle. The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees not only penetrated the magic defense array outside the body, melted the left window of the off-road vehicle, but also caused the temperature inside the vehicle to increase sharply.

"This is a legendary scorching ray above level 25!"

There was a solemn look on the face of the man in red: "I guess I can last for up to 214 seconds, about three and a half minutes!"

At this time, he had already stroked the car window with his hand, causing a layer of black energy to cover it. At this time, two bullets were bombarded back and forth, almost forcibly shattering the energy he covered on it. Even the car window glass was slightly traumatized and two conspicuous gun marks appeared.

Mandivin Ferguson stopped hesitating and continued to make calls.

"Shit! How long do you have to watch in the building? Notify the security department that their staff and those who can come out will come out to help me! Are you going to watch me die? ah?"

At this time, the "Sand Demon Gun" Carmela Natasha was also yelling.

"What a hell! I didn't know before that this 'Titan Sky Lord' is so strong, is the turtle shell?"

"Its price is 22 million gold shields, and you get what you pay for."

What came from Natasha's headset was the voice of Eye of Sky, Hawyd Eisenhower: "I don't believe that there were no military Titan armored vehicles in your mission target. According to the official claims of Edison, their defense strength was the same."

"I know, I know"

At this time, Natasha narrowed her eyes and turned around: "Hao Huaider, your fingers have recovered, right? The shooting technique you showed today is much stronger than before, not just because of changing to a stronger sniper rifle."

"I knew you would ask, there was nothing to hide. This was the boss' gift, a drop of 'Tear of Amphitrite'."

Hawyder Eisenhower's voice is complicated: "Our employer is generous, but he also has high demands on his subordinates. I am now his property, Natasha."

"Wow! Ambretti's Tears, you guy, are indeed level 18."

Natasha's eyes were filled with envy. If there could be a drop of "Amphitrite', then she would be willing to make the boss a "private property" for decades.

At this moment, Sampson Brut's voice sounded in their headsets: "Shut up, two! You're starting to retreat, before the FBI people arrived."

So the two of them looked at the Ferguson Building next to them at the same time, and then they saw a flash of fire on the seventeenth floor over there, and then a violent shock wave spread, and balls of black smoke kept rolling and overflowing from inside.

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Chapter completed!