Long Yuehong hid in the side building of the low building and saw Lopez, a giant of a man, carrying a light machine gun, wrapped in golden bullets, leading a group of heavily armed foreign refugees, suppressing fire while rushing towards the main entrance. He felt quite a bit of pressure.

He half-squatted there, shouldering the "Grim Reaper" man-portable rocket launcher, took a breath, and, according to the captain's instructions, launched a shell towards the side of the group of outsiders.

His purpose was not to inflict large-scale casualties on the target group. After all, the two sides had no deep-seated hatred. His mission was to "intimidate" those people, divide them, and make them scatter and flee.

Of course, Jiang Baimian also told him that in an emergency, he should prioritize his own safety, and not worry about whether he killed anyone, or how many people he killed.

Boom!

Crimson flames rolled up, like blossoming flowers.

As the powerful shockwave spread, those foreign refugees reacted and began looking for cover on the spot.

Long Yuehong calmly reloaded and fired another shell into that area.

Amidst the booming explosions, Bai Chen fired several shots with ease.

These shattered the driver's seat window of the khaki all-terrain vehicle, forcing the driver inside to duck down, crawl out from the other side, and shrink behind a tire.

Taking advantage of Bai Chen's target shifting to that light truck, the driver quickly moved his position.

After a few shots, there was no one around the two vehicles. They either tried to fight back, or took advantage of the night to flee to other parts of the city ruins.

Inside the lakeside parking lot, An Hebas, whose beard was so thick it looked like he was wearing a mask, already knew what was happening outside.

——He directly heard the sound echoing repeatedly through the loudspeaker.

"It's fake, it's fake!" He instinctively denied it and was about to send a group of confidants out to meet Lopez and others and repel the attackers.

But as the thought turned, a sentence flashed in his mind:

"An Hebas was deceived by foreign refugees and only then did he do this..."

An Hebas' eyes flickered, and after hesitating for a long time, he still did not give the order.

At this time, within the area dominated by the "Grim Reaper" rocket launcher, Lopez, relying on his agility and courage, finally broke free from the fire coverage and rushed into that low building.

"I am a Watcher of the Church, and I have come because of An Hebas' collusion with the mountain monsters..."

The person speaking through the loudspeaker continued to repeat, his voice shaking the lakeside.

Lopez's expression twisted. Carrying the light machine gun, he followed the sound and ran wildly.

He not only hated the other party, but also felt that he had to get rid of the target first and then use his loudspeaker to explain himself in order to get out of the current predicament.

After rounding a wall, the sound echoing in Lopez's ears became louder and louder.

He looked over and did not see any figures.

On a pile of broken bricks and tiles, a small blue-bottomed, black-faced speaker stood quietly, constantly broadcasting:

"I am a Watcher of the Church..."

Lopez's pupils suddenly dilated, and the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on end.

At that moment, only one thought echoed in his mind:

"Trap!"

Traps often mean terrible ambushes!

Ignoring that he was still carrying a light machine gun, he unhesitatingly pounced to the side, scrambling to get out of the area where the speaker was located.

During this process, he dropped the light machine gun because he couldn't hold onto it.

However, until he returned to the entrance hall, the dense gunfire or huge explosion he had expected did not sound.

Lopez was puzzled. Hiding behind a piece of cover, he pulled out the two "United 202" pistols from his waist and looked at the place he had just fled from.

The next second, he saw a figure descending from the sky, landing lightly on the ground.

This figure was wearing a dark blue short down jacket, and the lower body was a pair of blue coarse twill pants.

He was wearing a vivid monkey mask and beckoned to the location where Lopez was hiding:

"Are you still brooding over the previous fight, thinking I only won because I ambushed you?

"Now, I'll give you a chance to prove your point."

What a madman! Lopez was both angry and amused.

What amused him was that the other party was obviously hiding in a high place, and could have taken a few shots at himself when he saw the small blue-bottomed, black-faced speaker and was briefly stunned. Instead, he did nothing, just to have a fair fight.

This simply wasn't the kind of thought a normal human would have.

What angered him was that the other party looked down on him too much.

You think the guns in my hand are toys? You can go crazy, but do you think I'll play along with you? Lopez said nothing, raised his hands, and continuously pulled the trigger at the guy wearing the monkey mask.

As soon as his hands moved, Shang Jianyao started sprinting to the side.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets dragged out a line of fire behind him, but failed to catch up with him, stopping abruptly at a wall.

Lopez had determined that this was a trap. The Caution Church didn't want to deal with these foreign refugees, so he didn't want to linger. Taking the opportunity, he turned around and wanted to rush out of the building, hide elsewhere, wait for the attackers to retreat, and then explain to An Hebas.

He knew that before that, he would not be able to convince those Redstone Town residents under An Hebas no matter what he said.

They would definitely doubt the authenticity of the attackers' identities, but they wouldn't blindly believe him.

Damn customs! Lopez cursed as he bent over, running outwards along the places where he could shield his figure.

As soon as he reached the door, a figure suddenly jumped down from the second floor, wearing a hairy-faced, pointy-mouthed mask.

Lopez was about to raise his guns when the other party twisted his waist, swung his leg, and drew out the sound of a whip.

Smack!

Lopez didn't have time to shoot and could only put his arms in front of him.

His two "United 202" pistols were kicked away, and he staggered a few steps to the side.

The person who jumped down from the second floor was precisely Shang Jianyao, who had dodged the gunfire earlier. After rounding the wall, he ran directly up to the upper floor along the stairs, and then used his senses to block Lopez in time.

Shang Jianyao didn't stop. He rushed in front of Lopez, spread his arms, sometimes hooking from the side, sometimes hitting straight, sometimes clenching his fists like hammers, sometimes waving his arms like whips.

This series of attacks left Lopez exhausted from parrying. All he could see was that vivid monkey mask.

Finally, he felt that the other party's attack had slowed down to a certain extent, as if he had reached a limit and was adjusting.

The suppressed Lopez unleashed his ferocity, seized the opportunity, and launched a set of violent combo punches.

Seeing the guy wearing the monkey mask being beaten back repeatedly, only able to parry, his offensive became even more ferocious.

After a long period of offense, Lopez reached a physical bottleneck, and his movements slowed down a bit.

Terrible! He knew it was bad and quickly tried to retreat.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't let himself get into this situation and would make changes in advance, but just now, he was too anxious.

Just as Lopez was about to retreat, Shang Jianyao had already closed in on him, stretching out his arms, locking his joints, and tripping him with his foot.

Bang!

Lopez was heavily thrown to the ground, his vision swimming.

Shang Jianyao quickly leaned down and completely subdued the Yaelan.

"You lost again," Shang Jianyao announced with a smile.

The next second, Lopez only felt a heavy blow behind his ear. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Before passing out, he heard the guy wearing the monkey mask sigh:

"Too bad..."

…………

Outside the low building, Long Yuehong saw that a large number of foreign refugees had given up their attack and scattered in all directions, so he slowed down the frequency of using the "Grim Reaper" man-portable rocket launcher.

This led the remaining two or three people to think that he had run out of ammunition. They boldly left their cover and approached him.

Long Yuehong's instinctive reaction was to feel a tightness in his heart, followed by some amusement.

He calmly put down the "Grim Reaper" man-portable rocket launcher and picked up the "Berserker" assault rifle, firing a burst at them.

Amidst the sound of da-da-da, the few foreign refugees finally recognized "reality," no longer resisted stubbornly, and each found their own way to escape into the distance.

Long Yuehong did not stop attacking, somewhat heartbrokenly pulling the trigger sporadically at the now empty area, occasionally firing a rocket.

This made An Hebas' subordinates in the lakeside parking lot all intuitively believe that the battle was not over, and no one came out to ask the reason for a while.

At this time, a figure, crouching low, rushed from behind the evergreen trees on the side of the low building to the khaki all-terrain vehicle.

It was Jiang Baimian, wearing gray-blue camouflage and a delicate monk mask.

Jiang Baimian, through the broken glass, leisurely opened the car door, sat in, and then used the key left by the driver to start the car and drive it behind the light truck.

Using the truck's own cover, she jumped out of the all-terrain vehicle, relied on the inhuman strength of her left arm to pull down one brown wooden crate after another, filled with weapons, from the truck, and stuffed them into the all-terrain vehicle one by one.

In the end, even the passenger seat was stacked with three boxes before she barely managed to load most of the arms, leaving only some less valuable items in place.

After transferring the items, Jiang Baimian glanced back at the lakeside parking lot, smiled, sat in the driver's seat, and drove the khaki all-terrain vehicle away leisurely.

In fact, it would have been more convenient and easier to drive the truck directly, but she was worried that the other driver, in a state of shock, would drive the truck away, so she had Bai Chen blow out the truck's tires as the first thing.

Bai Chen, wearing night vision goggles, saw this scene, immediately put away the "Orange" rifle, took out the walkie-talkie, and pressed the button, saying:

"Withdraw."

Soon, the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and "broadcasting" in the lakeside area subsided.

Seeing that the Caution Church's armed forces no longer came out, An Hebas and his subordinates finally confirmed that they had been deceived.

…………

At the agreed meeting point, Jiang Baimian only waited for a little over a minute before seeing the military green jeep belonging to the "Old Task Force."

"Chief, Shang Jianyao brought Lopez along," Long Yuehong reported through the walkie-talkie.

Shang Jianyao immediately interjected:

"I didn't use my abilities!"

"Not bad," Jiang Baimian praised.

If he used his abilities, it would be perfectly normal for Shang Jianyao to capture Lopez alive, but to rely purely on layout and close combat, that definitely deserved praise.

Lopez was no ordinary character.

Jiang Baimian then added:

"Catching Lopez is a good thing. It will save us a lot of effort later."

Long Yuehong then asked:

"Chief, where are we going next?

"Will it be unsafe to return to the hotel camp?

Will An Hebas retaliate at night once he recovers and confirms our identities?"

Jiang Baimian immediately smiled:

"We're going to the Caution Church!"

ps: Asking for guaranteed monthly tickets~