182: Chapter 179 Satan, This is a demon sent by Satan!

Bart swallowed hard, his mind completely filled with questions, perhaps still unable to recover from the sonic wave just now.

He took a deep breath and scanned his teammates, clearly seeing the tension in their eyes.

This had never happened before, because they had never encountered a situation where the entire team faced a single person. They were clearly in a great position to surround the opponent, but bizarrely, they were now in a predicament, feeling as if they were the ones being surrounded by him alone.

— The second floor of the abandoned factory. This factory had four floors in total and used to be a garment factory, but after Country M joined the WTO, their domestic garment industry had completely collapsed.

The second floor was empty, but it was much better than the first floor, which was filled with sanitary pads and excrement everywhere.

Looking around, there was messy graffiti everywhere.

A blonde, white man in a black suit, with his hair meticulously groomed and wearing sunglasses, was sitting leisurely on a folding military stool. In front of him was a small folding coffee table with an opened bottle of red wine on it.

The man held the wine glass and gently swirled it, then slowly introduced the scarlet wine into his mouth, savoring it carefully.

His face was sharp as if carved by a knife. He was a middle-aged, handsome white man with quite a bit of stubble on his cheeks, which added to his mature aura.

Rat-tat-tat! Dense gunfire rang out downstairs, shaking the already unstable factory and causing a fair amount of dust to fall.

Chris Parkman frowned, his motion of drinking pausing for a moment.

He looked up at the ceiling, where dust was still raining down, and muttered to himself.

"Isn't it just one person? Could the Gang members have come to rescue him so quickly?"

Chris Parkman was a bit puzzled. As the general manager of the Black Wolf Mercenaries and now the boss of Shark Security Company, he was very particular about how he did things.

"The route and plan have been perfectly mapped out; there shouldn't be any accidents."

He still trusted the strength of his brothers, but just to be safe, he thought for a moment and connected to Bart's voice communication.

"Bart, what change has occurred?" Chris Parkman asked directly.

"Bo... Boss, the situation has changed! Do you want to come down and see? Or should we let the Second Team come in to coordinate the attack?" Bart's voice rang out from the other end.

Hearing this, Chris Parkman became even more suspicious.

The Second Team? Wasn't the Second Team guarding the outside? Could the trouble be inside? But they had been lying in ambush in this factory for a long time; it was impossible for anyone to be here beforehand.

"Bart, make yourself clear. How many enemies are there, and where are they?"

"The enemy... is... is just one!" Bart's voice stumbled, as if he had mustered up great courage to say so.

Upon hearing this, Chris Parkman was instantly stunned. After a long silence, he cursed angrily: "Bart, have you lost your mind? Now is not the time for jokes. Right now, take the photo and come up. I need to send it to the client!"

"Bo... Boss..." "Bzzzt!" Accompanied by a burst of static, the communication with his boss, Chris Parkman, was cut off.

Seeing this, Bart looked up helplessly. He really wanted to rush up, drag Chris Parkman down, and make him take a good look at what the situation was right now.

Chris Parkman had his reasons for getting angry. As the boss, Chris Parkman knew very well how capable his men were.

Telling him now that his group had been taken down by one person—wasn't that just lying through one's teeth?

Furthermore, who was the target? Just a Gang leader. Taking out such a person for people like them, who came from war zones, couldn't be simpler.

Looking over, the two brothers who had gotten close had already had their necks snapped and been kicked out. Bart's mouth twitched.

He really wanted to throw a smoke grenade, flashbang, or fragmentation grenade to force that guy out, but considering that this was the city center and making too much of a scene wouldn't be good, plus the target was only one person, they hadn't prepared those.

— After ending the call, Chris Parkman's chest heaved violently with anger. That old rascal Bart was playing around again. Did he really think bullets were free?

Listening to the dense gunfire ringing out downstairs again, Chris Parkman was somewhat annoyed.

The client wasn't even here; who was he putting on a show for?

It was true that the team came to Country M to make money, but for several months, other than a few simple bodyguard missions, they hadn't received any decent business at all.

As the boss, he still had to frequently pay for this group's salaries and firearms training expenses; this was all a large sum of money.

"After this is over, I must kick that guy Bart out of my team. I don't keep such wasteful trash in my team!" Chris Parkman grumbled, taking another sip of red wine to soothe his anger.

Meanwhile, the gunfire downstairs gradually became sparse.

Then, the communication sounded again.

"Bart, is it done?" Rat-tat-tat! As soon as he spoke, another burst of gunfire came from the other side. As a veteran mercenary, Chris Parkman knew very well that this was the sound of two or three people firing; it was very sparse.

"Still playing around?"

"No... no... Boss, if you don't let the Second Team in, the brothers will all be dead!"

This time, Bart was almost crying. Chris Parkman could clearly hear the sobbing in his voice, as well as the sound of him gasping while enduring pain.

"What on earth is going on?!" Bart's state was very wrong this time, and Chris Parkman became serious.

"Bang! Ugh~" However, before Bart could speak, a heavy thud sounded on the channel, followed by the sound of someone groaning.

"Boss, it's a monster. We've encountered a monster. He... he is a devil! Yes! He must have been sent by Satan to punish us! He wants to send us all to hell... Bang! Psssh~"

Halfway through the sentence, the communication cut off abruptly, and the sound of the communicator being smashed to the ground and crushed could be heard.

At this moment, Chris Parkman could no longer sit still. He kicked over the folding coffee table, the red wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered with a crash, and the scarlet wine flowed out.

He stood up and simultaneously dialed the communication for Silk, the captain of the Second Team.

"Boss!"

"Enter the factory immediately. Be careful; Bart's team is finished. Figure out the situation and report back to me!"

"Okay... okay, Boss!"

After ending the call with the boss, Silk, a veteran mercenary of Russian nationality who had retired from the Chechen battlefield, frowned, completely confused.

"Captain, what happened? It sounds like it's lively over at Captain Bart's side." A subordinate approached with a grin.

Silk glanced at the subordinate and said indifferently: "Bart's team is finished. Notify everyone, prepare to move out!"