6:22 PM
Zhang Jie had already driven his camaro ss into Chicago. In the southern suburbs, although there weren't many people, due to the sparse population, the towns were quite far apart.
However, various gangs flourished here, and there were many daily skirmishes, making it the most chaotic area in all of Chicago.
As it was nearing evening, pedestrians on the road were hurrying, afraid that if they lingered, they might catch a bullet.
It was clear how poor the public safety was here, but Zhang Jie couldn't afford to worry about that now. He drove his camaro like a yellow flash of lightning, instantly cutting through.
He had to find an ideal engagement point as soon as possible, otherwise, if he was surrounded, it would be troublesome.
As dusk fell, Zhang Jie chose an excellent location: an abandoned factory, completely devoid of light.
Screech—thud!
With a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the camaro stopped steadily in front of the abandoned factory. The powerful hot air generated by the camaro blew the weeds on the ground low.
He turned off the engine, got out of the car, went to the passenger seat, and put all the bullets and magazines into a fanny pack.
He was currently wearing casual clothes. He opened the trunk and took out a bulletproof suit, which he then put on.
Soon there would be intense combat, and without bulletproof armor, it would be a huge problem. He then strapped the satchel to his waist.
Although it looked incongruous, at least for now, it was the optimal choice.
Then, without a word, Zhang Jie looked at the approaching dust cloud in the distance, turned, and walked into the factory.
A short while later, another screech of brakes sounded, and eight or nine vehicles surrounded the front gate of the factory. Looking at the abandoned factory, the assassins on board were expressionless.
They had expected a continued highway chase, but they hadn't anticipated that this guy would hide in an abandoned factory. It seemed his car was out of gas, he couldn't escape, and he was making a final, desperate struggle.
Inside the abandoned factory, Zhang Jie took out his phone, opened Facebook, sent a location to Michael, and then turned off his phone.
He couldn't risk having his position exposed by a phone call or a text message during combat.
Next, he needed to observe the environment and find a suitable place. Single-person combat certainly meant he couldn't expose himself, and the abandoned factory was the best choice.
When Michael arrived, they could coordinate an inside-outside attack and eliminate all of them.
Calmly, he screwed silencers onto both glock 34s, the threads slowly connecting, then tightened.
He didn't know how many opponents there were, nor how long he could last.
He looked at the proficiency displayed in the bottom right corner of his vision.
[Pistol: Lv3 (39/100)]
[Shooting: Lv3 (36/100)]
[Environmental Analysis: Lv1 (76/100)]
[Tactical Planning: Lv1 (75/100)]
[Reconnaissance: Lv1: (52/100)]
[Crisis Response: Lv1 (97/100)]
[Solo CQB: Lv2 (52/100)]
It's up to you all.
This was a large, two-story flat factory. Although abandoned, not much inside had been moved, though it was very messy.
He quickly passed through the front door, using the twilight glow to survey the internal environment.
Then, Zhang Jie went to the second floor, also quickly scanning all the surroundings.
Zhang Jie then went to the stairwell, a position where one could not see from below, but from above, one could see heads peeking up from below.
There were two such staircases, one at the main front door and one at the back door.
To reach the second floor from the front, one could only use the main entrance, while the back required a detour, so it wouldn't be as fast.
Fortunately, the quality of this abandoned factory was quite good. Although the exterior was made of corrugated iron, the internal main structure was made of precast concrete slabs, so there was no need to worry about bullets coming from below.
Then, Zhang Jie heard the screech of brakes. Because the distance was a bit far, it wasn't that loud, but this was an abandoned factory, and all sounds would be amplified.
"Heh, the hunt begins!"
Immediately following was a series of not-so-disordered, dense footsteps gradually approaching from the direction of the main gate. However, the sound quickly diminished; it seemed they had also entered a state of readiness.
But the faint footsteps still couldn't escape Zhang Jie's ears.
Hearing was a very difficult proficiency to level up. Even after all this time, he was still stuck at Lv1.
It showed that he wasn't a superman, just a normal person.
But the advantage of good hearing was its ability to distinguish subtle sounds, such as footsteps, reloading, or an empty magazine catch.
From the current footsteps, there were at least nearly 10 people, or even more, searching downstairs.
And several footsteps were gradually approaching the staircase, but they didn't rush up.
Clearly, they were also observing.
Zhang Jie had long since suppressed his breathing. His breathing was slow and long, almost imperceptible in the quiet factory.
Zhang Jie leaned against the stairwell, the silencer of his glock 34 gleaming with a metallic sheen in the dim light.
The footsteps in his ears became clearer and clearer.
Two, no, three people were approaching simultaneously.
Three deliberately suppressed tapping sounds came from downstairs. The collision of metal and concrete created a unique echo in the empty factory.
Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes. This was a common contact signal used by professional teams. This was followed by the rustling of fabric; others were checking the first floor.
"Clear."
A deliberately lowered male voice with an Eastern European accent came from the southeast corner.
Zhang Jie's index finger moved from the trigger guard to the trigger.
It seemed these were not ordinary gang members: standard tactical jargon, professional movement rhythm.
Big trouble!
He subtly adjusted his breathing, shifted his body weight to his left foot, and slightly bent his right knee into a Shooting stance.
The shadows at the second-floor corner perfectly swallowed his silhouette.
From below, there was only a pile of rusted steel pipes and the remains of a broken conveyor belt. But
Through the gaps between the steel pipes, Zhang Jie could clearly see two dark figures ascending the stairs, moving with alternating cover.
The leading assassin suddenly stopped, raising his clenched left hand.
The outline of night vision goggles was faintly visible on his helmet.
Zhang Jie's heart tightened. No thermal imaging, but the opponent was equipped with basic night vision gear.
"Thermal negative."
The assassin whispered into his collar microphone, his voice producing a slight resonance through the factory's metal structure, "Recommend Group B advance from the west staircase."
Zhang Jie's gaze swept over the area he had just passed through.
Fortunately, the bulletproof suit had good thermal insulation, and coupled with the natural insulation of the concrete structure, he had temporarily evaded detection by night vision equipment. But his time was running out.
It seemed this group of people was not the one preparing to intercept him on the highway, but another team.
Zhang Jie was also very puzzled: who would go to such great lengths to kill him?
Hiring such professional people really shows how highly they regard me.
This level of assassin squad isn't cheap.
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