Chapter 899 - 404: Basement_2

Chapter 899: Chapter 404: Basement_2

Just as he was preparing to push further in.

Suddenly, Duci leaped forward, circling in front of him, and sat down at the door, trying to block Gao Bo.

"Could there be something dangerous behind the door?"

Gao Bo looked back at the others.

Duci was originally a drug detection dog, with an extraordinarily keen sense of smell. During the operation in Brazil, it easily sniffed out the traps set by the PM Mercenaries, so there’s no need to doubt it.

"Duci, come over!"

Gu Ji shouted.

Their eyes met, and Gao Bo immediately understood his intention. After everyone took two steps back, he kicked the door hard and quickly retreated.

As expected.

The moment the door was kicked open, Gu Ji clearly heard the crisp sound of a grenade safety pin popping out.

Then there was a deafening explosion.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and even the walls around the door frame trembled.

"I’ll attack!"

Before Gao Bo could get up, Gu Ji darted across, his gun barrel cutting in at an angle from the battered doorway, instinctively flicking the tactical flashlight twice.

Under the strobe of strong light, the dark hallway leading underground was lit up as bright as day.

An armed assailant who had just rushed in squinted his eyes instinctively.

Without hesitation, Gu Ji opened fire decisively.

"One down!"

"I’m right behind you!"

At this point, Gao Bo, who had scrambled to his feet, hurriedly caught up, tapped him on the shoulder, and signaled their positions.

"Got it! Setting up in front of the door, I’ll provide cover."

Gu Ji slid one step to the left, body pressing against the side of the door, gun pointed at the corner of the staircase.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Duci rushed to the front, barking non-stop. With it leading the way to alert them, Gao Bo and Liu Weijun sprinted to the corner of the staircase at top speed.

"It’s a basement!"

"Spotted!!"

Just as Gao Bo shouted, Liu Weijun saw the enemy.

They immediately pressed against the sides of the staircase, firing crosswise.

Seeing the battle commence, Gu Ji and the others hurriedly ran down from the staircase entrance. The first thing they saw was a vast basement space, with mottled walls and moldy load-bearing pillars, looking like an underground parking lot.

Gao Bo took down the assailant, with Liu Weijun promptly following up with another shot.

"Right side, lots of enemies!"

Gu Ji flicked the high-power flashlight again, and in the strobe light, at least four or five shadows were rushing towards them from the right side.

The three of them hid at the basement entrance, firing rapidly.

"Cover us!"

Liu Weijun shouted, and as Gu Ji and the others opened fire, he took a grenade from his chest harness and threw it straight ahead.

The explosion rocked the sky, causing debris to fall from the basement ceiling.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gu Ji charged forward like a bursting fish, rolling behind the nearest load-bearing pillar inside the basement.

"Check your ammo! I’ll cover you!"

Upon hearing the reminder, Gao Bo quickly pressed down the magazine catch, glancing instinctively, realizing his fast observation port was almost empty.

Since entering the room, he had been firing continuously without changing magazines.

If it wasn’t for Gu Ji’s reminder, he would have run out of bullets.

Gao Bo stuffed the old magazine into his chest harness and quickly loaded a new one into the gun, "I’m attacking now!!"

Having reloaded, he darted out from the shadow by the staircase, his gun barrel sweeping through two enemy locations, grazing one of the overly exposed armed assailants.

"Duci! Keep up!"

"Woof woof!"

Seeing Gao Bo’s decisive assault, Gu Ji obviously couldn’t allow him to expose himself to danger alone, so he called for Duci to coordinate and follow.

The police dog’s speed was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, Duci was in front of the assailant Gao Bo had injured.

"Right side, by the wall pillar!"

Gu Ji pointed the tactical flashlight, guiding Gao Bo and the others.

In a flash, the armed assailant was preparing to turn back when he vaguely saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

It was Duci!

Duci charged like a rolling mountain, and with a "clang," the panicked assailant was knocked to the ground, his gun-holding arm frantically bitten.

"Bang!"

"Well done! Spot-on!"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Feng, coming up from behind, seized the chance and shot the assailant entangled with Duci in the head, causing Gao Bo to grin and keep pressing forward with Liu Weijun.

All along, Zhuang Feng had been standing behind Gu Ji, taking over Zhou Yang and Zhao Hua’s positions.

It wasn’t until the team dispersed to take positions that Gu Ji noticed his shooting stance was fundamentally different from Gao Bo and the others.

While shooting the AK-103 in his hand, he’d often tilt it to the left or sometimes even hook the gun stock outward.

In the first instance, the muzzle line was much lower than when the gun was perpendicular to the ground, and the latter reduced body exposure.

This was fundamentally different from Wu Kang and Gao Bo, who were accustomed to shoulder shooting.

The AK-103 in Zhuang Feng’s hand seemed like a poker stick.

Wherever there was need, he poked.

Having gained the advantage of a weapon with yellow markings, especially within the elite special forces system, Gu Ji knew that in real combat, one’s shooting posture was never fixed but had to be adjusted according to the actual situation.

The precise aiming and shooting movements from the training ground were to help you grasp the essentials and build a solid foundation.

In real battle, you do whatever feels most effective and convenient!

Another notable difference was.

Initially, Gao Bo and others were not very accustomed to the Iranian-manufactured AK-103.

This was because ever since they entered the police academy, they had been used to the 95-style rifles with their bullpup configuration, wherein the aiming line and other shooting parameters were quite high, whereas the AK series generally had lower parameters, causing a noticeable difference in shooting techniques.

Fortunately, the operation had lasted long enough that they had become quite accustomed to it.

However, Zhuang Feng was different.

He was exceptionally proficient with the AK-103, and when they masked to capture the Mossad spies in the morning, he also opted for the 56 assault.

Gu Ji often used it in game levels.

But how was Zhuang Feng so familiar with the AK series?

This inevitably reminded him of army veterans who were fond of the Type 81 rifles.

Because the Type 81 rifles had exceptionally high shooting precision, even some reconnaissance units and armed police used them as sniper rifles under certain circumstances.

And adding to the habit and other factors, many people still loved the Type 81 rifle even after being re-equipped with the Type 95.

If this were true, then Gu Ji could be basically certain.

Zhuang Feng was from the army!

With night vision equipment and everyone’s tight coordination, all extremists in the basement were eliminated by the three teams.

Gao Bo and Liu Weijun reached the end and discovered another gray iron door.

This time he played it smart, guiding Duci to sniff around first.

But as it sniffed, the dog trailed along the wall and sat quietly in a corner.

"What’s wrong with Duci, there’s nothing here?"

Gao Bo glanced at the corner and saw nothing, so he looked back at Gu Ji, "Did the smoke in the living room render its nose useless?"

"Probably not, Duci just picked up the booby trap behind the false door!"

Gu Ji was the one among the three teams who had spent the longest time with Duci.

He had immense faith in the small creature’s ability, so he walked to the wall, gently wiped the dust on the ground, removed his sand-colored mask, and put it near his nose, "It smells like gunpowder!"

"You mean there used to be explosives here?"

Liu Weijun asked.

Gu Ji nodded, rubbing his fingers, and looking at the dust print on the ground, he said solemnly, "And the quantity wasn’t small, enough to blow this area apart!"

"My gosh, could the area behind the door be loaded with explosives?"

The words sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

They instinctively surveyed the ceiling corners for any hidden remote-controlled bombs.

"Zzz... This is Unit Three. We have cleared all extremists on the second floor but found no hostages. How’s it over there?"

The tactical radio signal began breaking up again.

Probably because they were in the basement.

Gu Ji briefly summarized the situation on site, and before long, Gong Qingyong arrived in the basement with his team.

After reporting the situation to the command center.

Lei Wanshan instructed them to proceed with a cold door breach.

"Gao Bo, this task is yours!"

"Okay!"

Gao Bo agreed readily, but as he inserted the tool into the lock, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Although Duci had not issued a warning, anyone informed about Shalam possessing so many explosives would feel tense.

Two minutes later.

Hearing the crisp metallic latch, Gao Bo knew the breach had succeeded.

He stood up, took a deep breath, one hand grasping the door handle, and turned to meet Gu Ji’s eyes, "I’m ready to open it!"