Chapter 47: Chapter 47: The Albanians Are Finished
Clubhouse, Fourth Floor
A group of security guards in front of the elevator nervously watched the numbers changing, lined up ready with their pistols aimed at the elevator, prepared to fire as soon as the doors opened.
Ding~~
The elevator arrived, and the guards tightened their grip on their weapons. The doors opened to reveal no one inside. The guards looked at each other in confusion, then suddenly, two black objects rolled out from the elevator.
The guards, shocked by the small objects rolling at their feet, hurriedly dove to the ground. Being professionals, many with military experience, their tactical movements were impeccable, curling up to minimize their exposure.
However, the expected explosion didn't occur. Instead, two figures dropped from the top of the elevator, swiftly taking out the guards on the ground.
Before the guards could even draw their weapons, they were systematically eliminated, leaving Owen and the female assassin the only ones alive.
Owen kicked away the small object on the ground, revealing it wasn't a grenade but an orange wrapped in black paper. After reloading his magazine, Owen looked down the corridor, which split in two directions. After exchanging a glance with the female assassin, they split up to search.
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At the same time, outside the clubhouse's main entrance, two speeding groups collided face-to-face.
Both convoys screeched to a halt: one side was police cars with flashing lights and black assault vehicles filled with GIPN officers; the other was seven or eight cars filled with Albanian gangsters.
The two groups met unexpectedly outside the gate, staring at each other in astonishment. Then the Albanians, unable to hold back, fired first.
Holpas didn't know why Mark had asked him to bring people over, but the sight of the police immediately made him assume they were about to be attacked.
They hadn't always been at peace with the police. Holpas was among the first Albanians to come to Paris, even before Mark. There were frequent gunfights with the Paris police, and it was during that time they established their territory.
Later, when Mark arrived, their gang's main business shifted from drugs to human trafficking. Mark established connections with high-ranking police officers, paying them protection money, which led the Paris police to turn a blind eye.
But Holpas, an old-school gang member, never believed in peaceful coexistence with the police, especially for foreign powers like them.
The police and gangs were never equals. The police treated gangs like livestock, bleeding them while scheming against them, waiting for the right time to slaughter. Now, Holpas saw the police as wanting to shear the sheep.
"Rescue Mark, let these bloodsuckers die."
Holpas shouted as he fired at the police cars, undeterred by the fact that these were not ordinary police officers.
Dami, hiding behind a police car riddled with bullets, had flipped the car sideways for cover at the first sign of attack, but his partner was killed by incoming bullets. The Paris police car doors, being bulletproof, saved his life.
The assault vehicle, bigger and more conspicuous, attracted more fire, with bullets pinging off its armor. GIPN officers, under their commander's direction, systematically disembarked and took cover, returning fire effectively.
The difference between a regular army and makeshift fighters soon became evident. The Albanians, though fierce, were no match for the counter-terrorism-trained GIPN. In a few exchanges, several Albanians were killed, outclassed in gunfire, weapons, and tactics, with their defeat only a matter of time.
GIPN quickly dispatched a squad for a flank attack, attacking from two directions, while a sniper climbed atop the assault vehicle. Dami noticed the gunfire lessening and realized that combat wasn't just about numbers. Despite the Albanians having more men and not weak firepower, they were being suppressed by GIPN.
Owen took cover around a corner upon hearing noises.
Soon, a guard cautiously approached, and Owen emerged at the last moment, shooting the guard in the stomach, temporarily neutralizing him.
Using the guard as a shield, Owen killed the men behind, then aimed at the guard's armpit, finishing him with two shots.
Passing the bodies, Owen continued forward. To ensure privacy, the corridor had wooden doors at intervals.
Hearing rustling footsteps from the other side of a door with a round glass window, Owen imagined someone searching room by room.
As the footsteps approached, Owen suddenly stood up, firing through the glass window, hitting the person on the other side.
The person had no idea someone would attack from behind the door, and his shocked expression was forever frozen on his face through the cracked glass window.
Owen didn't know where Amanda was, but from the distribution of the guards, he could roughly guess. Killing so many, he lost count.
In front of a large door, Owen killed the last guard. His spare magazines were running low, but the guards all used the same type of weapon, so he collected their spares.
Just as Owen pocketed the collected magazines, the door behind him burst open, and a long-haired individual wielding a machine gun opened fire.
Dadadadadada
A stream of bullets chased after Owen, who managed to roll forward to avoid the initial burst. With no cover in the open area, he desperately used a body on the ground as a shield.
The sound of bullets hitting flesh came from in front of him, the body used as a shield twitching violently. Owen tried to make himself as small as possible behind it.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gunshots from the side followed by the sound of a heavy object falling. The machine gun fire stopped, and Owen looked up to see the female assassin had saved him. Surprisingly, after searching separately, they had met again here.
The female assassin, ensuring the attacker was dead, fired two more shots, then glanced at Owen before reloading her magazine.
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