Chapter 92 Cargo

The apartment building is in the shape of a "匚" and has ten floors. The lower five floors are rented out to residents, and the sixth and seventh floors are occupied by Tamar Riadi's subordinates.

The eighth floor is the ice factory, the ninth floor is the warehouse, and the tenth floor is where Tama Riadi's residence and safe house are located.

If most of the residents in this building are poisonous insects, then the threat posed by these so-called "civilians" must be considered.

Illegal guns are plentiful here. Even if these poisonous bugs can't take out automatic rifles, they can take out a few small pistols or homemade firearms.

"At present, our biggest advantage is that the enemy cannot use the monitoring system and can only communicate through a limited number of walkie-talkies.

As long as you don't fight with large-scale enemies, continue guerrilla warfare and consume the enemy's vitality, you can always grind them to death. "

Li Ang sorted out his thoughts, walked slowly to the door with a gun in his hand,

First use the muzzle to move left and right to make sure there are no enemies in the corridor, then walk out of the corridor and move forward against the wall.

A series of footsteps sounded from the stairs in the distance, presumably from gang members who were attracted by the gunshot just now.

Li Ang flipped his palm, took out [Swiss Army Knife 300] from the backpack, and used the lockpicking tool in it to quickly pry open a door near him.

Inside the house was a family of three, a man, a woman, and a child, standing at the end of the living room with each other in their arms, looking at the operator who broke in through the door with trepidation.

Li Ang glanced at them coldly and waved his palm.

The family of three rushed into the side bedroom as if they had received an amnesty, and locked the door of the side bedroom with a bang.

Li Ang closed the main door of the house, and heard a series of footsteps coming out of the stairs and running in the corridor.

He hid sideways on the cement wall next to the door, holding a gun in his right hand and pulling out a grenade from his waist with his left hand.

The moment the footsteps passed by the door, Li Ang shot obliquely towards the wooden door, killing the two of them.

The enemies in the corridor fired hastily, but all the bullets hit the concrete wall, and there was no result except for splashing cement debris.

"here has--"

The leading man in the yellow shirt shouted loudly, but his throat was torn apart by a bullet. He could only stare, helplessly clutching his throat and falling backwards.

The two companions tried to drag it away, but two bullets flying from nowhere precisely hit their eye sockets.

Three died, and seven remained.

Li Ang squatted down, letting the cement shards splash above his head, calmly evaluating the current situation.

Contrary to most people's imagination, there are too few things that can withstand rifle bullets in real life.

Furniture, home appliances, doors and windows, stairs, cars, vans, trucks... All things that can be bulletproof in movies and TV shows can be easily penetrated by rifle bullets in the real world.

Only dense trees, steel or building materials can withstand rifle bullets.

Li Ang knew a thing or two about architecture, and found out when he observed,

In this building, the walls adjacent to both sides of the corridor are load-bearing walls with a thickness of about 300mm, which can easily withstand rifle bullets within 100 meters.

Moreover, the location Li Ang chose was just at the angle between the door and the master bedroom. Even if a bullet penetrated through the wooden door, it would not ricochet and cause damage to him.

In the corridor, the thin wooden door had been completely torn apart, gunfire roared, bullets flew horizontally, and gravel was scattered everywhere.

Li Ang listened to the location of the seven rifles, quietly pulled out the ring of the grenade, hooked his palm, and threw it into the corridor.

Two seconds later, the sound of an explosion resounded through the corridor. Li Ang took out the [Ruitu Saber 300] and stretched it out the door. The smooth steel surface of the saber was used as a mirror to observe the scene in the corridor.

Blood flowed all over the corridor, and a pile of charred bodies were scattered.

Li Ang poked out the pistol, shot each body, and walked out of the corridor after making sure that there was no movement.

"The smell of barbecue."

He stepped nonchalantly across the pile of corpses and up the stairs.

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On the tenth floor of the apartment, inside the safe house, the number one reader in Malawi, Tamar Riadi, was sitting on a chair, slowly flipping through the newspaper.

The area of ​​the safe house is quite large, with homogeneous steel plates embedded in the ceiling, walls, and floors.

The gate adopts the specifications of a bank vault and is made of 100mm steel, which is extremely heavy and can stand upright even if it is shot by a machine gun.

Inside the house, the decoration is low-key and luxurious. Bookshelves, desks, computers, and weapon racks are all available. There is a round table in the center of the living room, and various dishes are placed on the table.

At this time, the huge monitoring panel at the back of the safe house was completely blacked out, but the emergency gasoline generator still provided lighting for the safe house.

Surrounded by a dozen loyal subordinates, Tamar Riadi sat behind the round table,

He is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He is somewhat bald, with a dark complexion, a round face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He looks quite gentle. He wears a floral shirt on his upper body and loose slacks on his lower body.

Tamar Riadi looks no different from those ordinary middle-aged uncles who run canteens on campus, but those who are familiar with him know that this is just his disguise.

His background was extremely poor and humble, his father was a cripple who was alcoholic and domestically violent all day long, and his mother was mentally handicapped. He has boxed since he was a child, trying to use boxing to fight for himself.

Fourteen years ago, Tamar Riadi mistakenly killed her father who abused her mother every day.

After escaping to the city, he was appreciated by a certain little boss for his bravery and ruthlessness.

In the Malawi City gang organization, he climbed up step by step, and finally sat where he is today.

As the years passed, the elderly Tamar Riadi, like other gangsters, became religious,

But maybe even he himself doesn't believe that he, who has done all the evil things and all the bad things, can really go to heaven after death.

"Sorry, Santos."

Tamar Riadi put down the newspaper in his hand, and said to the man in the suit in front of the table: "It's really noisy downstairs."

The young man named Santos Aquino smiled but did not speak.

Santos is the younger brother of rebel leader Cruz Aquino. Unlike his brother who joined the army, Santos studied abroad, majored in medicine, and has a dental license.

After returning home, Santos was in charge of helping his elder brother to communicate with major readers in the Philippines.

The "special medicine" in the Philippines was sent overseas through the secret port controlled by the rebels.

"Chacha, you go downstairs to see how things are going." Tamar Riadi waved a big hand, and a short man standing behind him nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, and pushed open the door of the safe house. Go downstairs.

The two bodyguards at the door closed the door again. Tamar Riadi glanced at the closed door and said to Santos with a smile: "These special operators are really annoying, but after three days, the city It's ours."

"hehe."

Santos shook his head, tugged at the tie of his suit, and said slowly: "Don't get confused, Tamar.

If your previous assassination of the mayor of Malawi was not too aggressive, which attracted the attention of the authorities and threatened this "cargo", my brother would not have to rush out and engage in direct fire with the Philippine official army. "

The rebel forces represented by Santos and Tamar Riadi are just ordinary partners in the eyes of Philippine officials.

But according to what Santos said now, the two seem to maintain a relationship above that of partners,

Even, the large-scale attack launched by the rebels this time was not for the occupation of Marawi City, but for a certain batch of "goods" in the Tamar Riadi apartment building!

For this reason, even regardless of the encirclement and suppression that may come afterwards, they have to fight head-on with the Philippine official army to keep these things.

Hearing the accusation in Santos' latent words, Tamar Riadi still kept smiling, but her brows and eyes were slightly gloomy,

He glanced indistinctly at the bedroom at the back of the safe house, a pile of boxes made of alloy that were neatly stacked together.

The sides of all the boxes are printed with epiphyllum patterns.