Joja had no idea that the Mo family's youngest daughter, who had always been excluded from his sight, had actually come back, and had even organized the power of the CIA and DEA.

The CIA, as a troublemaker, could be ignored, but the DEA, the American Drug Enforcement Administration, had great authority worldwide. They could easily mobilize the forces in the area within the framework of the law to encircle the drug lords they deemed.

The Mo family is now a piece of fat that everyone wants to take a bite of, but no one expected that the Mo family's daughter would bring back poison and prepare to mix it into the fat to feed those people.

But all of this was not important to Joja, nor did it have any impact on his goal.

He was now squatting in a secluded corner, watching two security guards in suits walk into the backyard, pushing aside the two guards guarding the backyard, and then shining a flashlight at the dark sea.

The same thing should also be happening in the north of the villa, but Joja and the others couldn't see their position.

The security guards' actions stunned Joja, because those guys were inviting trouble.

Gunmen from the east sea and the north slums began to advance rapidly and quickly approached the villa.

When they reached the villa's lawn under the cover of night, the entire villa suddenly lit up with glaring lights. Several huge incandescent lights on the top of the villa instantly illuminated the east and north lawns.

"It's a trap~"

At this point, even the dumbest person would realize that the situation was not good. Faced with the glaring incandescent lights, the attackers couldn't even open their eyes.

In this situation, they could only choose to turn and run, but the bullets fired from the villa did not give them a chance.

On both sides, there were more than a dozen security guards holding scorpion submachine guns, firing at the lawn dozens of meters away.

They took advantage of the light, and compared to the attackers who couldn't even open their eyes, the people inside the villa had the upper hand.

However, the firepower and accuracy of the submachine guns were still a bit lacking, and although the attackers couldn't open their eyes, they still knew where to run to save their lives.

In an unprepared moment, the two teams of attackers began to blindly counterattack while running towards the sea, where rubber boats could carry them out of the siege from the sea.

However, the Mo family had arranged such a trap, and they wouldn't let these people escape so easily.

Just as the first unlucky guy bravely jumped from the 8-meter-high cliff to the beach, a bullet from the south hit his ribs.

The bullet entered his body through the gap in the bulletproof vest, and the unlucky guy crawled a few meters on the ground, swallowing his last breath.

But compared to staying on the villa lawn and shooting blindly at the glaring light, the beach was the only way out for these people, and they had no choice.

A total of 40 people, 12 of them were killed in the initial attack, and the remaining people all jumped onto the beach, then were suppressed by snipers and began to crawl quickly towards the sea.

From a distance, they looked like turtles coming out of their shells, and the snipers in the distance were like terrifying hawks, constantly hitting the beach with bullets, and unlucky gunmen were constantly being hit.

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At this time, the mercenaries arranged by the Mo family in the slums, who were waiting for them, circled around and killed them from their rear.

The firepower of the mercenaries was much stronger than that of the security guards, with a variety of machine guns and automatic rifles, starting to massacre the people on the beach.

This is how war is. Individual combat power is very important, but if you lose the initiative tactically and put yourself in a desperate situation, even if the Navy SEALs or SAS come here, they will only end up in complete defeat.

Joja couldn't see the fighting on the beach, but he could see the situation in the villa.

Almost all the security personnel rushed to the edge of the cliff in the backyard and started shooting towards the direction of the beach.

Joja made eye contact with Kaman, then pulled Dorian and said, "Let's go~"

Dorian, who had been unable to contain himself, leaped up like a cheetah, easily leaping over the two-meter-high iron fence, and then stood under the fence, ready with his gun.

When Joja and Kaman arrived, Dorian patted his shoulder to signal the two to follow him, and then the three of them lined up and quickly moved along the route Dorian had already planned.

The drones in the sky had been observing the situation around them for them, and with all the attention of the people inside the villa focused on the beach, Dorian led the two of them into the villa from a side door, and no one noticed them.

The small door they entered led to the kitchen. As soon as they entered, Dorian found the main circuit of the villa.

Dorian nodded to Joja and Kaman, indicating that they were ready, and then forcefully pulled down the main circuit.

With a "snap," the power of the villa was cut off, and the huge incandescent lights on the roof of the villa were extinguished, giving those people on the beach some breathing space.

But at this moment, Joja and the others put on their night vision goggles and rushed into the dining room.

In the dining room, a bald, fat bodyguard was eating and flirting with two maids. When the lights went out, the fat man hadn't reacted to what was happening, and a knife stabbed through his chin into his brain.

The maids in the dark had no idea what had happened. They were knocked unconscious by Dorian before they could even scream.

The sudden darkness caught the people inside the villa off guard, and two security guards with flashlights rushed towards the kitchen to check the circuit.

They had not yet realized that they were under attack, but thought that the incandescent lights had caused a power outage.

Joja saw someone coming over, and he instinctively pulled out his M9, which was equipped with a silencer on his thigh and used subsonic bullets. But before he could act, Dorian and Kaman each took care of the two unlucky security guards.Dorian pounced like a shadow as a security guard passed by, plunging his knife into the back of the man's head.

Kaman was far more brutal. Stationed at a blind spot beside the kitchen door, the moment the second guard sensed something amiss and attempted to sound the alarm, Kaman swung his hunting knife, slicing effortlessly through the man's neck and severing his head.

Joja watched as Kaman caught the head, while the body took two more steps forward before starting to topple sideways.

Quick as a flash, Dorian rushed forward to catch the headless corpse, preventing the noise of its fall from alerting those in the living room. Instead, he ended up drenched in blood as it sprayed from the severed neck.

The high-pressure blood spurt hit the kitchen stove, causing dishes and other items to clatter.

In the living room, some ten meters away, a guard began to loudly demand what had happened.

Seconds later, with no response from his comrades, they left four men in the living room while the rest, armed with flashlights and pistols, began to cautiously approach the dining area.

But by then, Joja and his team were ready!

To get from the kitchen to the living room, one had to pass through a corridor of about ten meters. As the guards with guns drew near, a grenade rolled out from the kitchen into the corridor.

"Boom~"

The explosion sent the guards screaming to the ground, and then Dorian, armed with a G36C, picked them off one by one.

Joja, with a pistol in his right hand and a grenade in his left, hugged the wall halfway down the corridor and tossed the grenade into the living room.

"Boom~"

As the grenade exploded, Joja charged forward, only to be yanked back by Kaman.

The old man, wielding an AK74, followed closely behind Dorian into the living room, opening fire on anything that moved.

By the time Joja entered the living room, there were no survivors.

Seeing that he hadn't fired a single shot and the mission was complete, Joja had no time for reflection. He shouted to Dorian, "Elephant, check the bodies, make sure we didn't miss anyone."

Dorian quickly searched the opulently dressed corpses, collecting a few trophies and confirming that all targets were dead.

Seeing Dorian's thumbs-up, Joja said with satisfaction, "Set up Claymores for a little surprise for anyone left. Let's move out!"

While speaking, Joja placed a Claymore mine on the living room's fireplace, casually concealing it with a few picture frames.

Dorian and Kaman each set a Claymore in the flower pots of the living room's corner greenery.

Then, as they heard people approaching from outside, they retreated the way they had come, led by Dorian.

The night was indeed the best cover. A dozen mercenaries who noticed something was amiss sprinted towards their employer's location, nearly brushing past Joja and his team. Separated by a flower bed, they were only five meters apart, yet the mercenaries noticed nothing.

Kaman glanced at the retreating figures, left a Claymore in the flower bed with a grin, then patted Dorian on the shoulder, saying, "Let's pull out..."

As they reached the fence, power was restored to the villa.

The experienced mercenaries rushed to the rooftop, turning the floodlights to search for Joja and his team.

Joja, scaling the fence, was soon spotted, and a barrage of bullets followed.

Dodging the bullets, Joja tumbled over the fence and took cover behind a large tree. He turned with his HK417 and shot out the rooftop floodlights.

But by then, the opposition had regrouped, and several mercenaries stationed outside the villa began to pursue them.

As Joja was about to return fire, Kaman grinned and pulled out a remote, pressing it hard...

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of explosions erupted inside the villa. The Claymores shattered the rear patio doors, and the shockwave blasted outwards like a flash flood, turning the unfortunate souls in the backyard into pincushions.

The living room was a death trap; sixty square meters fully covered by five Claymores. Even God himself, standing there, would have ended up in intensive care for years.

The pursuers were stunned by the explosions behind them. In their moment of hesitation, a Claymore exploded in the flower bed beside them...

Even though it was night, Joja could clearly see that at the moment of the Claymore's detonation, the mercenaries were hit as if by an invisible pinboard...

They were turned into sieves, no need for a closer look to know that beneath their clothes, their bodies were riddled with holes.

Joja thought they wouldn't pursue any further, but he was soon proven wrong.

A group of mercenaries left to sweep the beach noticed the dire situation and began to flank from both sides, aiming to trap Joja and his team in the woods.