Chapter 1171
Chapter 1171: Provoking Public Anger (3)_1
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"Motherfucker, what kind of people are they? Only good at sneaky tricks!"
"Ordinary people would never stoop to this. Could we have run into mercenaries?"
"The moment I find them, I’ll make sure they’re dead!"
Several young hot-headed SWAT members scowled and cursed sullenly, wishing they could immediately drag those who planted the mines out and give them a brutal beating to vent their frustration.
A minefield!
If someone was careless enough to step on one, at best they’d be injured, at worst they might lose half their life.
So treacherous, who wouldn’t want to kill them?!
Just thinking about it made their blood boil with anger.
"What do you think?"
Grasping her sniper rifle, Jessie Grain asked Flossie Wright, her face stern.
Flossie Wright, who had been deep in thought, asked Jessie Grain somewhat confusedly.
After a brief pause, Jessie Grain eyed her and explained in detail, "The minefield, who planted it."
"Mercenaries."
Flossie Wright responded matter-of-factly.
Such a definitive answer caught Jessie Grain off guard for a moment.
After a while, Jessie Grain laughed and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Just a guess."
Flossie Wright shrugged.
Without seeing the adversary, Flossie Wright, of course, couldn’t be sure.
It was, at most, a conjecture.
However, the method of planting the mines was definitely professional, and it was quite possible that they were done by ex-military personnel.
Ex-military, opposing the police, aiding criminals...
Flossie Wright could only think of mercenaries.
As her gaze softened, Jessie Grain raised an eyebrow, "Just a guess?"
Flossie Wright replied nonchalantly.
Shaking her head, Jessie Grain understood that Flossie Wright didn’t want to elaborate further, so she suppressed her curiosity, waiting for Edward Milton, the captain’s, decision.
The SWAT officer who first discovered the landmine, and also stepped on one, had managed to defuse the danger under his feet after a struggle.
He let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, leaning against a nearby tree.
He couldn’t help but swear under his breath.
Surviving a close call left him with lingering fear, so cursing was a way to relieve some of the tension.
Furrowing his brow in thought, Edward Milton spoke coolly, "They’ve planted so many mines probably just to slow us down, but there might also be an ambush nearby. Returning is not an option now. To get through this minefield, not only do you need to watch your step, but also be wary of possible ambushes around us."
The police dogs followed the scent trail here, proving that the drug traffickers must be ahead.
If it were just the traffickers, they might have retreated, as facing an unknown enemy isn’t wise to risk blindly by sending his men.
There was a hostage in the enemy’s hands.
According to the police dogs’ reactions, those two traffickers seemed to have split into groups.
That’s why they split their own forces too.
Though the pregnant woman, about to give birth, might be with the other group, there was also a fifty percent chance she was in this group.
If something went wrong, it would be a tragedy.
Their primary mission was to rescue the hostages.
And he was more confident that the traffickers and their backup would prioritize "escaping" — laying an ambush would only delay them and expose them to greater danger.
— End of Chapter 1171 —