Chapter 1181: Chapter 1179: Textbook Rescue Operation

If anyone knew they had already been "murdered," they would surely curse without regard for dignity.

The people in the room couldn’t quite express the barking in their hearts towards the words spoken by the head of Darkstone Security.

Actually, sometimes they know this might be the best solution; they’ve often encountered similar situations.

Hostage situations are always the cases everyone least wants to face. Sometimes, law enforcement can be played with until they’re dizzy, and in the end, they don’t rescue a single hostage, with many officers losing their lives as well.

The media will further exaggerate reports of the incompetence of law enforcement and teams, as if this group of inept individuals was responsible for the deaths of all the hostages.

But the media and the public will never understand the feeling of being restrained, unable to attack or defensively react, as you have to consider the safety of the hostages.

If the hostages weren’t a concern, no hostage-taker could survive under a sniper’s sights for more than thirty seconds.

During this process, almost every decision-maker has had the thought that hostages absolutely should not be the shields of these lawbreakers, so sometimes when unexpected incidents occur, they can be forgiven.

It’s just that those are always "accidents," sudden situations rather than the issue at hand where a family was already murdered even before the first direct confrontation between both sides.

The Security Committee’s person pursed their lips, "This is your job. I won’t intervene, but I will report the facts honestly."

Their position relieved others of trouble. As the most important domestic security agency, they deemed this method at least legal, so there was no issue.

Whether it’s appropriate is another matter; what’s most important is that no one will be blamed for it. They even thought about how they’d handle similar situations in the future.

The on-site head of Darkstone Security nodded, picking up the radio to start preparing for the assault.

Just then, something unexpected happened: the homeowner appeared, driving out of the garage, much to everyone’s surprise.

They assumed the homeowner should be under strict control, but unexpectedly, he could still come and go.

Because of the homeowner’s appearance, the operation was temporarily halted.

The homeowner hadn’t realized it yet; the community appeared perfectly calm, but in reality, it was filled with lethal intent.

He drove, contemplating whether to call the police as he was about to leave the community when he was stopped.

It was the same young Darkstone Security field officer who had previously questioned him.

"Sir, we meet again," he said.

The homeowner felt somewhat awkward, also a bit nervous, still undecided about whether to tell the truth. He nodded slightly as if to deal with it, "Yes, we just met."

He shrugged and turned his wrist, employing rich body language to increase persuasion, "I’m planning to go for a drive..."

He didn’t mention going to work since he planned to return and had already found an excuse before leaving.

In a way, this kind of cooperation reflects a twisted plea for empathy from the victim’s psyche. He had trapped himself in the role of a victim who needed to cooperate.

Luckily, he and those people had been exposed, or he might have actually deceived everyone.

"I’m sorry, sir, but our boss wants to talk to you about those guests in your house..."

The next moment, instinctively, the homeowner went to press the gas pedal, but the sight of a gun barrel stopped him in his tracks. He broke out in a cold sweat and raised his hands.

"Your actions make us think you are complicit with the guests in your room, understand?" The young man said with a smile as he opened the car door, "If I were you, I wouldn’t do that."

Half an hour later, the homeowner drove back to the house.

He felt that the past less-than-24-hour period was the most thrilling day of his life. Yes, he first collaborated with the terrorists – he had watched the President’s speech segment.

And now, he became a righteous agent, explaining the situation in the house clearly to the other side, assuring them that as long as everything went according to plan, the family of three wouldn’t face any danger or harm!

After the garage door closed, the dark-skinned woman opened the door to the garage, looked warily around, then sighed in relief.

From the car trunk, they found a lot of beef and vegetables, along with some cookies and such.

The homeowner’s cooperation made Scarface relax slightly, so when he expressed his wish to have his family moved to a different place to be tied up, Scarface quickly agreed.

Although the homeowner wanted to lock them in the upstairs bedroom, Scarface did not agree.

The family was locked in the storeroom.

The storeroom was safer than the upstairs bedroom. If the three of them tried jumping out of the windows, it would cause a lot of trouble. Even if they didn’t, they could convey messages through the windows.

In contrast, the storeroom was very secure.

Narrow, enclosed, and dark, even shouting loudly wouldn’t make the sound travel outside.

The homeowner’s eyes showed despair; this was not as planned. He wanted to say something more, but ultimately remained silent.

In the plan, he told them he would find a way to have his family and himself locked in the upstairs bedroom, where only two sniper rifles would be needed to help them guard the door.

But the situation changed. Beyond praying, he could do nothing.

He didn’t even dare tell Scarface and the others that they had been surrounded. As a middle-class person, he didn’t fantasize like the uneducated lower class that the enemy could let them go.

However, there was still some good news. Due to the storeroom’s seal, Scarface allowed them to untie their hands.

Once inside the storeroom, the homeowner placed some metal objects at the door, then did everything possible to find ropes and the like, tying the doorknob and fixing it to the rack behind...

Meanwhile, the sniper in the observation post didn’t notice any changes on the second floor. The rooms remained unentered, and he reported this back to the command center.

The supervisor who had been promoted to Commander somberly made a prayer gesture, "We’ve tried our best!"

The man insisted on going back; he was a warrior, and praying for him was a mark of respect for the courage he showed in risking it all for his family.

No one contradicted him. He remained silent for a while, picked up the radio phone, "Let’s begin!"

Scarface and the others in the room were devouring beef; they were never vegetarians, knowing they could lose their lives anytime, anywhere.

They revered the gratification of desires, whether for food or otherwise.

Devouring beef felt fantastic, and eating also helped their wounds heal.

As several people sat in the living room discussing what to do next, suddenly the sound of glass shattering echoed all around the room, followed quickly by thick smoke rising!

It was a smoke grenade. The Hunters in the room instantly realized it; Scarface drew his gun and flipped the table before hiding behind it.

The door was burst open with a heavy crash, and as the sunlight poured in from outside, the firefight began!

Both sides unleashed intense firepower without holding back.

The homeowner claimed they hid something in the basement; it should have been Charlie (his sister), yet the homeowner didn’t see the woman described when moving downstairs.

So when setting up the battle, the focus was on the first floor.

Attack without reserve.

When they located this group, the on-site supervisor called Lynch, who cared little about whether they would secure this order.

Yes, it’s naturally good. After all, no one dislikes having more money.

No, it’s fine too. His status and Wealth wouldn’t change significantly with or without this money.

Simply put, they were given free rein, and Darkstone Security’s reputation mattered more than Charlie’s survival or securing this order.

With the boss’s support, everyone naturally had no concerns.

This time they were exceedingly prepared, showing these irregular troops what "combat" meant.

Outside there were at least fifty or sixty people; among them were many heavy weapons, continuously shooting at the first floor until the bullets ran empty.

Federation’s standalone houses were mostly wooden structures, meaning their walls were easily penetrable.

In an instant, the entire first floor seemed to fall into an ammunition inferno, with bullets flying everywhere, even deadly ricochets.

Considerations for the slim chance Charlie (his sister) might still be alive prevented them from outright erasing the building off the map.

Experience from fighting in the North taught them that erasing a building cost less than a sweep.

But under current circumstances, it was enough!

Scarface clutched his head, crawling on the ground, lacking even the courage to raise his head now.

Bullets everywhere, just moments ago they heard swearing from companions, now there was silence.

This fierce "combat" only lasted a minute, yet the whole house seemed to have issues, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Then, Darkstone’s combat personnel began entering.

The well-armed explosive prevention personnel took the lead, followed by ordinary armed forces, advancing slowly inside.

In the living room, they discovered this group...

Fortunately, the homeowner’s family miraculously survived; they didn’t even know whom to thank.

The bullet storm heavily hit the storeroom too, but fortunately, it was full of debris.

Bullets that pierced one or two walls lost their penetration power upon hitting these items.

Aside from the homeowner’s thigh getting hit by a stray bullet, the others were unscathed.

Charlie (his sister) was also found, in the basement; this was an exceedingly successful rescue operation, textbook-level!

Very quickly the news spread out, reaching the media, the populace, even the President.

Of course, Mr. Lynch learned of it too!