With a crew of buddies, they had arrived in high spirits, but now more than half of them were gone, while not a single one of the 18th floor gang had been taken out.
Did those people have some kind of superhuman powers?
Gregory was expecting him to bring back the heads of the 18th floor gang as a birthday present!
"Go find some wooden stakes. We're breaking this door down whether it likes it or not."
Two goons quickly acknowledged and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Jasper exchanged a glance with Stella. Three, two, one!
Stella got the signal.
So, when the two henchmen rushed down from the 14th floor, Jasper and Stella suddenly burst out from the corridor.
Jasper took the tall one, and Stella handled the shorter one.
They had never been in a real fight before, but they had practiced on Jasper's neck countless times, and Stella had an unrivalled understanding of human anatomy.
Their first move was swift and clean.
In a flash, two necks were twisted.
After dragging them into the corridor, they swiftly looted the weapons and ammunition from their bodies, even taking their passes.
Five men were still upstairs. Jasper loaded his magazine, signaling that he'd be leading the charge while Stella would cover him.
Leading the charge was about taking the initiative, while covering was about ensuring the safety of the team, only acting when danger arose to avoid disrupting the rhythm of the charge.
Stella gave an "OK" gesture.
Thus, they quietly moved upwards.
The man in charge was annoyed, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. Another sidekick promptly lit it with a match.
One was standing at the stairs, while the other two were trying to break down the door of the 16th floor, planning to use the furniture inside to smash the electrified stainless steel door.
No sane survivor would open the door for them.
Perhaps feeling overconfident with their guns, the underling at the stairs was relaxed and careless.
By the time he realized something was off, his forehead had already bloomed a flower of blood.
The remaining four quickly moved to defend, but compared to Jasper, who had professional training and years of field experience, they were nothing.
Before they even had a chance to pull the triggers, they were dispatched by four precise bullets.
Stella, who was providing cover, was speechless.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the building, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Worried about friendly fire, Stella quickly called out, "Angela?"
"Stella?"
Angela was shocked, "Are you guys okay?"
"We're fine. We've dealt with everyone."
Angela and Lukas came downstairs with their guns, seeing Stella and Jasper at the stair entrance, and they quickly turned off the electric door switch, "What happened?"
This wasn't a good place to talk, so Stella just took their weapons and bullets, along with their cigarettes and watches.
Once the danger was gone, Cody came down from the rooftop. Having taken out one of the enemies, he had a spring in his step, "Stella, did you see my amazing shooting skills?"
Stella didn't have the energy to deal with him; she had more important things to discuss.
"This time they sent over a dozen men, just shooting without a care. Next time it won't be so simple."
If this group of people wanted to establish dominance, they must use the people from the 18th floor as an example to intimidate others.
Jasper was serious, "Today was indeed the best opportunity."
Angela was worried, "But we only have five people. They have at least several hundred."
A head-on fight would be suicide. Stella suggested, "We can't fight head-on. We have to be smart."
Jasper had a surprising suggestion, "We have to catch their leader. If we kill the leader of The Chaos, the rest will fight for power and no one will care about us."
The two of them had the same idea, and in their mutual gaze, they made a decision.
Angela was also annoyed by the constant assult, "Fine, let's leave it to fate. Just charge in and get it done."
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