Originally, there were two people on the high platform, but now a third person had appeared.
Eagle-nosed man's neck was broken and he had stopped breathing, while the scarred man with a gun had already aimed at Luo An, who had suddenly appeared.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Luo An was faster. With his right hand, he grabbed the pistol and pushed it downwards, while his left hand took the opportunity to snatch the dagger from eagle-nose's hand that was stabbing towards him, slashing towards the scarred man's gun-holding fingers.
A slash of white light passed, and the scarred man instantly gasped in pain, then stared at his right hand missing two fingers and screamed in agony:
With his fingers chopped, the scarred man's grip loosened unconsciously. Luo An took advantage of this, snatched the pistol, and fiercely slammed it into the scarred man's temple.
With a heavy blow to the temple, the scarred man's eyes bulged out uncontrollably as he fell to the side, his cursing also ceased.
In the moment of his fall, though still somewhat clear-headed, the scarred man endured the pain, immediately pulled out another dagger, stabbed forward forcefully, and opened his mouth to shout loudly, hoping to draw the attention of others inside the factory.
The next second, a familiar slash of white light flashed in front of him. The scarred man suddenly felt an intense pain in his neck, his body uncontrollably shaking and convulsing. He tried to breathe and speak but found no strength left...
Having taken the scarred man's dagger and sending him into deep sleep with eagle nose, Luo An breathed a sigh of relief. The actions of killing the two had been extremely quick, only taking a few seconds, but to prevent the enemies from noticing anything unusual here, he still didn't care about the red liquid on the platform and quickly lay down.
"The dagger is very sharp, thank you."
Putting the dagger into the pocket on his thigh, Luo An took eagle-nose's SR-25 and started closely observing the situation inside the factory.
Through the magnifying scope of the SR-25, Luo An saw that both the north and south doors of Factory No. 3 were guarded by four individuals each, wearing bulletproof vests and carrying rifles, with their faces obscured by shirt hoods.
There were quite a few people inside the factory besides a young man with a pistol, wearing a suit, and a man wearing a black head scarf, holding a rifle, including six others dressed like the guards outside, carrying rifles.
Among these six, two had been shot in the arms and legs, and had undergone some basic bleeding control.
Towards the north end of the factory, there were two chairs facing each other.
On one of the chairs sat John Rodriguez, his hands and feet bound, his face bruised and bloodied, and his arm shot.
Now two individuals were walking towards John, and combining the words recently heard over the walkie-talkie, Luo An deduced that this group was probably preparing to carry John and evacuate from this place first, with the sniper and spotter on the high platform leaving last.
Luo An could understand John's capture, given the overwhelming number of adversaries.
What Luo An couldn't understand was, even after carefully scanning with the sniper rifle, he saw no sign of the little girl Kara.
"Is Kara not here at all? Or has she already been taken away by these people?"
Luo An wasn't sure whether John had seen Kara or if she was even here.
However, as the enemies were preparing to retreat, it was not the time to keep guessing. Luo An immediately pressed the communicator and asked:
"Reesi, how are things on your end?"
"Luo An? Did you succeed?"
Hearing Luo An's voice without any sign of trouble, Reesi, who had been worried for a long time, heaved a sigh of relief and quickly responded:
"I'm fine, the enemy hasn't discovered me yet."
Luo An changed the channel and continued asking:
"Where is the SWAT operation team now?"
"They have arrived at the designated position outside the industrial park."
The voice of one of the SWAT operation team captains came through the communicator:
"What's the plan of action next?"
"Estimated 16 enemies, 1 hostage, split into left and right squads, fully surround Factory No. 3 of the industrial park, move quickly!"
Luo An didn't waste words, directly instructing:
"The enemies are armed with rifles and bulletproof vests, be cautious for safety!"
SWAT team leader waved his hand:
"Move out! Move quickly!"
A group of SWAT members immediately held their rifles and rushed towards the target location.
Upon seeing his subordinates looking much better, Wan De tried to take out his cell phone to make a call but found that Michelle, holding a gun, was standing close by and had no intention of moving with the SWAT team.
Upon noticing this, Wan De slightly frowned and walked to the other side of the SUV.
Then Michelle followed, holding her weapon, silently walked up to him.
Without speaking, she maintained a standard smile showing eight teeth in a federal style, quietly watching Wan De.
Outside the industrial park, Luo An didn't care about Wan De's gloomy mood. The noise made by the action of the SWAT team was not slight, and the people inside the third factory had already sensed something was wrong.
The young man turned his head towards the Black Headscarf Man, who waved his hand, instructing others to protect the young man and John in the middle, then picked up the walkie-talkie, and while walking, asked:
"antonio, what happened..."
On the high platform, upon hearing the voice from the walkie-talkie, Luo An slightly tilted his head; he didn't know which of the two bodies was this "antonio".
But it didn't matter who it was, he slowed his breathing, aimed the SR-25 at the target, and Luo An directly pulled the trigger.
A dull gunshot sounded from the high platform, just as the Black Headscarf Man hadn't finished speaking, a sudden sharp pain erupted in his right shoulder, and he uncontrollably fell backward to the ground.
"antonio has betrayed us!"
"*#%@ Idiot! Clearly antonio has been killed! The shooter is definitely not him!"
The moment Black Headscarf Man was shot and hit the ground, a man in a suit instinctively ducked and crouched, dozens of unrecognizable people shouted, firing at the high ground, while the others quickly dragged the suit man, John, and the Black Headscarf Man behind cover.
At this time, SWAT members and Reesi also arrived, and without hesitation, they pulled their triggers towards them.
"Watch the side! The side!"
"Left side, left side! Surround quickly!"
Two fully armed SWAT teams immediately exchanged fire with these dozen shirt-wearing figures, and the scene was filled with loud, chaotic gunfire, the battle fiercely intense.
On the high platform, Luo An shot those who popped their heads out one by one, quickly killing three people who watched their backs but not their heads.
Although these shirt-dressed figures had superior weapons and armor, their physical capabilities were average and soon were repeatedly beaten back by the experienced, well-coordinated SWAT members.
Seeing his subordinates suffering heavy casualties, Black Headscarf Man, enduring intense pain from his right shoulder, grabbed one of his subordinates with his left hand and shouted coldly:
"Jose! Cover their retreat!"
The "them" in Black Headscarf Man's mouth referred to the young suit man and the captive John.
The man named Jose paused somewhat hesitantly, and Black Headscarf Man kicked him hard and roared:
"Follow my order! Retreat!"
The man named Jose, after being kicked, took a deep look at Black Headscarf Man, then pulled two teammates. Jose himself grabbed the young suit man, two teammates lifted John, and they quickly broke through towards the direction not yet controlled by the SWAT members.
On the other side, Luo An carried the SR-25 and easily moved from the high platform to the ground.