Chapter 412: Chapter 412: Missile Launch, The Missing Luo An

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang—-

On the fourth floor of the parking lot, gunshots erupted as a man in a black leather jacket holding a rifle slowly advanced toward Luo An with a ferocious face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chenier fired several shots, two bullets missed, but more bullets hit the back of the man in the black leather jacket.

“Ah–”

Feeling the pain in his back, the muscular man in the black leather jacket roared and turned around recklessly, aiming his rifle at Chenier and pulling the trigger.

Bang Bang Bang—-

Chenier, who reacted quickly, immediately dodged back to the stairs to avoid the bullets, while the man in the black leather jacket, enduring the pain, was about to move forward when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black object flying towards him out of the corner of his eye.

“?”

A flicker of doubt crossed the mind of the man in the black leather jacket as he tried to discern what the object was. The next second, a blinding white flash shone before his eyes.

Immediately followed by a deafening explosion, the already shot strong man in the black leather jacket only felt a surge of impact, then uncontrollably fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Luo An, who had knocked down the enemy with a stun grenade, walked out from behind the car, glanced at the man in the black leather jacket lying on the ground, and knowing the importance of a follow-up shot, aimed at the man and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

As the gunshot sounded, the strong man on the ground shuddered and then moved no more. At the same time, the remaining enemy suddenly stood up from behind a nearby car, a huge barrel on his shoulder aimed at Luo An, his face twisted in ferocity as he shouted:

“Fu-k You!”

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The moment the strong man stood up, Luo An didn’t hesitate, immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger aimed at the man.

Chenier also emerged from the staircase, firing bullets at the strong man’s back, both of their bullets striking the enemy.

Several sprays of blood burst from the man’s body, his legs buckled, and he fell forward onto the ground, but at the last second, he managed to trigger the launch button of the anti-tank missile.

Hiss–

One of the FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missile’s unique features is that the warhead will automatically pursue the enemy after being launched, so even as the operator fell, a tail of flame shot out from the missile head, flying straight towards Luo An.

“Luo An!!”

Witnessing this scene, Chenier’s pupils contracted and her face paled as she screamed in a high pitch while raising her weapon, frantically pulling the trigger aiming at the missile head, trying to blow it up.

Luo An, seeing the scene, also changed color and turned to run, in the blink of an eye he ran into the staircase entrance he had used to come up earlier.

The Javelin anti-tank missile head may have lock-on tracking capability, but it can’t make sharp turns. Just as Luo An disappeared into the staircase, it crashed straight into the wall of the staircase entrance.

Boom–

A terrifying explosion burst forth, the wall disappeared in an instant, concrete and bricks flew everywhere, and a cloud of black ash and dust enveloped the surroundings, making the whole building seem to shake.

Chenier, pale-faced, hurried towards the site of the explosion. The area was now a mess without the staircase, only leaving a gaping hole where she saw nothing specific inside due to the black ash smoke.

Chenier’s legs gave way and she collapsed beside the huge hole, shouting:

“Mona! Group Leader Luo An! Where are you? Answer me!!”

At the same time, the deafening explosion rang in everyone’s ears, causing the black Court Police to shudder and curse loudly, while the pedestrians on the ground screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, abandoning their cars blocked on the road.

Not far away, Winslow and Reesi, who had each taken down an enemy before they could pull out their anti-tank missiles, felt their hearts skip a beat at the sound of the explosion. They exchanged a glance and hurriedly pressed their communicators to contact Luo An.

“Luo An? Luo An?”

“Group Leader Luo An? Can you hear me, Group Leader Luo An?”

Seeing there was no response from the communicator, Reesi and Winslow’s faces turned pale, and they quickly got up to run towards Location No.2, while also trying to contact Chenier:

“Chenier? Are you there? Can you hear us?”

“…I am here.”

Chenier, with red-rimmed eyes, urgently called for an ambulance to the scene while running up the other side of the stairs to the third floor, preparing to search for Luo An there.

Hearing the sound from the communicator, Chenier slapped herself hard to force calm, and then replied:

“Four enemies have been successfully killed, the anti-tank missile has exploded, Group Leader Luo An’s whereabouts are unknown.”

Winslow turned an ashen hue upon hearing this, saying nothing and just increased his speed towards Location No.1.

Reesi felt darkness before her eyes and, like Winslow, also picked up her pace, cursing the now unconscious enemies while running even faster.

Elsewhere, the supervisor Potante Byrne, upon receiving news of Luo An’s disappearance, angrily threw his pen aside and walked out the room with a stern face.

Mona, who stayed behind at the Special Investigation Team, changed color, her fingernails turning white, and ran out without saying a word.

Next to her, Michelle’s expression also grew heavy. Seeing Mona dash out of the office area, she quickly stood up and followed suit.

Michelle knew that Mona was definitely driving to the scene now, but feared that Mona, being agitated, might drive too fast and cause problems, so she planned to snatch the steering wheel from Mona and drive herself.

While everyone was anxiously searching for Luo An, Luo An himself was on the traffic-jammed street behind the parking lot, gasping for air as he struggled to rise from the ground.

Upon seeing the anti-tank missile heading towards him, Luo An knew he could not move from the fourth floor to the ground floor in a short time, and, aware of the explosive power of the missile, he didn’t hesitate and immediately jumped out of the window from the staircase between the third and fourth floors.

Before going upstairs, Luo An had surveyed the surroundings; he remembered the street behind the building was as congested with traffic as the court area in the front, and that jumping out from three and a half floors high would land him on a car, not directly on the ground.

Indeed, Luo An’s guess was accurate. After jumping from the window, he crashed heavily onto a pedestrian’s car, then fell onto the road.

However, Luo An underestimated the impact of the fall from three and a half stories. The roof of the pedestrian’s car was severely dented by the fully equipped Luo An, and the shock made him feel as though his internal organs were out of place, suspecting his bones might also be broken.

Thanks to the painkiller he had taken earlier, Luo An wasn’t immobilized by the excruciating pain.

The good news was that Luo An managed to stand up without much effort or time, but the bad news was that aside from being certain his left hand was injured, he couldn’t determine if there were injuries elsewhere on his body, only feeling some things were amiss compared to before.

Hearing Chenier’s loud calls from upstairs, Luo An intended to press the communicator to respond but found it was smashed, and his phone was lost while leaping from the building, so yelling up from the street was not a good option.

So, Luo An wiped the blood from his face, knocked on the dent passenger door of the car next to him, and through the shattered window glass, he looked at the young couple inside the car and flashed what he thought was an amiable smile, saying:

“Hello, FBI, can I borrow your phone please?”

The girl on the passenger seat, full of panic: “…”

The boy driving + the car owner: “…$%*@”