HLM -Chapter 1150 Surprise Attack

Upon hearing his voice, the police didn’t feel a surge of heroic fervor. Instead, one officer screamed, “Their firepower is too intense! They’re too strong!”

But his own men were still formidable. Uncle Bing immediately started swapping magazines, and although Atulu, who had no bulletproof vest, had been scared earlier, he trembled as he hugged his shotgun, obeying orders.

Gerald hovered in the helicopter above. He couldn’t provide support right now; that helicopter had tactical intimidation value but no real combat capability. If he were on the ground, father and son together might have stood a chance against the robbers. Alone, Uncle Bing had no way to confront them.

Wang Bo looked up and saw not only the helicopter but also Little Meng flying in the air.

An idea struck him. The robbers were highly tense and focused on the ground; nobody was paying attention to the sky. He felt Little Meng had an opportunity to strike.

The robbers were slowly closing in under suppressed fire. Wang Bo knew he needed to counter them—if he couldn’t take the initiative, he couldn’t remain passive.

From the side, there were four men. Wang Bo waved frantically at the sky. Little Meng flapped its wings, dove down for a short distance, then circled in the air.

This was a hawk’s body language, signaling it had spotted a target and was preparing to attack.

Wang Bo saw that it had noticed him and pointed at the last of the four men.

As soon as he gave the signal, Little Meng transformed into a streak of light and vanished in an instant!

Wang Bo finally witnessed the true speed of its dive. Previously, it had been fast, but controlled. This time, it seemed aware of the urgency, moving decisively and rapidly! Even Wang Bo, who had been watching it closely, only saw a blur before it was gone—let alone the oblivious robbers.

With a gust of sharp wind, Little Meng swooped down. Its powerful claws tore into the last man’s arm, snatching his rifle and rapidly lifting him into the air, a whirlwind descending upon the marauders.

Wang Bo’s original intention had been for it to attack this man, but Little Meng misunderstood—it thought it was supposed to take the gun.

Its claws ripped the man’s arms, leaving him bleeding and muscles torn. The man screamed in agony. The other three robbers were drawn to him, their attack temporarily slowed.

Little Meng landed on the roof. Wang Bo hurried to pull it down—if someone had fired at it, it would have been dangerous.

Clutched in Little Meng’s claws was an AK-74U, its steel body and hardwood magazine scarred from countless battles. Wang Bo examined it; he had never used this gun before, and shouted to Uncle Bing, “I’ve got a rifle! What should we do?”

Before Uncle Bing could answer, Saludi suddenly spoke: “Mayor, Mayor, Mayor! You just said we can’t let these people rush into the town, right?”

“Yes,” Wang Bo said. “Absolutely not. Our families are there—wives, kids, friends! Damn it, if they break in and hurt our people, what then?”

As they spoke, Uncle Bing shouted, “Boss, provide covering fire! I need to—”

At that moment, Saludi snatched the rifle from him. Wang Bo turned in shock, seeing Saludi’s normally gentle black face twisted with ferocity, no trace of his previous obedience.

“What are you doing?” he yelled.

Saludi deftly removed the magazine, glanced at it, and slotted it back. He pulled the bolt—click!—chambering a round. He roared, “Fuck! Protect Sunset Town!”

Shouting, he sprang up. Brass casings rattled to the ground as Saludi unleashed a spray of gunfire. His movements were sudden and fast; Wang Bo hadn’t even reacted before several shells hit the ground.

The police were too timid. The robbers, having had the upper hand, were slightly lax and didn’t take them seriously. Saludi’s sudden attack caused the lead man to stagger and fall. Two others were busy attending to the man injured by Little Meng; they weren’t hit but were startled and scrambled behind the truck for cover.

The Somali man with a rifle fought like an elite commando, initially suppressing the enemies with rapid fire, then switching to short bursts. The three behind the truck couldn’t raise their heads.

Seizing the opportunity, Uncle Bing dashed out with his pistol. “Good job, Boss—Shit! Saludi?!” he shouted.

Saludi kept firing at the pickup while striding forward. Reaching the wounded man on the ground, he tossed his rifle to Uncle Bing, picked up the fallen M-14, and continued shooting at the pickup.

Uncle Bing sprinted up, removing a magazine from the downed man’s leg. With two rifles in hand and the initiative now theirs, the scene flipped instantly.

Wang Bo also charged forward, but didn’t move up close. Instead, he fired at the pickup while shouting, “Everyone, get the hell out and fight!”

Atulu wobbled his way to support, shotgun in hand. A single shot made the pickup sway. Two robbers trying to snipe from behind the truck flinched and pulled back.

At the end of the road, a series of small black dots appeared—quickly forming shadows, then speeding police cars.

Wang Bo realized why the robbers had been so aggressive—they knew the police were on their tail. Once cut off, they’d be trapped with no choice but to surrender.

To prevent a desperate counterattack, he signaled Uncle Bing and Saludi to stay hidden. Now it was enough to simply confront the robbers; no need to force a breakthrough.

But Saludi was fierce, ignoring his orders. After Uncle Bing fired to suppress the robbers, Saludi strode to the front of the pickup.

After firing the last bullet, he reached the door, jumped in, and started the vehicle.

The three robbers hiding behind the pickup were dumbfounded. Suddenly, they had no cover and were exposed to the police.

“Shit!” Uncle Bing cursed, rolling behind a police car. The pickup drove off, leaving him face-to-face with the robbers.

Seeing gun barrels pointed at them from behind the police car, the three in the open shivered and dropped their weapons, squatting with hands on their heads.

What began as a chance encounter ended with fierce crossfire, and concluded in a dramatic capture. Wang Bo never expected that this was how the robbers would ultimately be apprehended.