National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

A car drove towards the valley, followed by several jeeps and a truck with a huge trunk in front and behind.

The sunlight shines through the car window onto the chest of a man in a black vest, and the gold coins hanging on his chest reflect a dazzling luster.

"Boss, this time..." The soldier driving in the front row was wearing a mask and determining the operational objectives of this mission.

"Let them go out and spread the word about how caring I am." Although Doss in the back row did not say it explicitly, his meaning was self-evident.

"I thought we needed a living person to intimidate the bastards here." The driver explained.

"We'll just hear the story of a lone hero fighting his way out of a siege," Doss retorted nonchalantly.

"Fear needs no language." The car turned a corner, sunlight poured into the car through the window, and Doss's face flickered.

Outside the window was the devastated eastern farmland and the wreckage of the plane crash, but his expression showed no sign of emotion.

“The best horror stories have no narrator at all.”

The convoy drove towards the villa. Inside the dark compartment of the truck, the fully armed Borrero and a group of soldiers began to load and pull the bolt.

Snapped--

bang bang bang bang...

"Uh-huh~"

"Eh~"

The trunk opened and a large number of soldiers rushed out. Without saying a word, they started shooting at the soldiers standing guard at the villa!

The soldiers advanced in an orderly manner, divided into two columns on the left and right.

Doss in the middle held his head high and walked with a step that showed he didn't care about anyone.

……

Taking advantage of the ceasefire between the Civil War, I relied on the power of Black Gold International and the help of Borrero to return to the valley.

I understand that Black Gold International’s goal is to make me their pawn in Carmona.

But I won't let them control me.

Behind Black Gold International is the great country of Kelun, and offending them will not end well.

So I secretly established a partnership with Twila to protect my own safety.

After the war broke out again, I realized that the situation was not as simple as it seemed, and I knew that only by winning over all parties could I gain a firm foothold.

Soon, through Dick Vinson's introduction, I met a legendary chief.

……

The noisy voices and bargaining shouts are intertwined, and the densely packed stalls are like a maze.

Various illegal goods were faintly visible in the dim light.

The feast sculpture of unknown origin is hard to tell whether it is real or fake, and the brand new guns are flashing cold light in the corner.

There are also some banned drugs of unknown origin carefully placed, waiting for buyers.

People of all kinds were walking around, some were wearing shabby rat suits with shrewd eyes; some were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes but looked nervous for fear of being recognized.

A gangster wearing sunglasses strode in, surrounded by a group of his men. He was tall and had a strong aura, and the people around him unconsciously made way for him.

"Doss?"

"He's here too?"

Doss's face was filled with an unquestionable majesty, and every step he took was steady and powerful. He walked in the market with ease, and then went straight to an inconspicuous corner.

"You guys wait here."

"Yes."

After giving instructions to the younger brother behind him, Doss pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the underground passage behind it alone.

Tick…tick…tick…

There was a damp smell in the passage. The torches on the walls flickered with faint light, stretching Doss's shadow long and folding it on the steps.

……

Dick Vinson used the identity of a local to gather a large number of wanderers to serve him.

His information network now covers all parts of Carmona. Except for the situations at the front-line fortresses and TV stations, nothing else can escape his "Sky Eyes".

The black market here is also much larger than my small smuggling market.

……

At the end of the passage was a password door, which Doss entered easily.

The room is a meeting room and collection room, and the cabinets on the wall are filled with various collectibles.

Golden lion statues, antique teapots, gemstone necklaces, thermal imaging modules...

In addition to the owner of this place, Dick Vinson, there was also a white-bearded man wearing a camouflage hat sitting at the conference table in the middle.

"This is Doss, the ruler of the Anthony family. The entire valley is currently under his control."

After Doss arrived, Dick Vinson also introduced him to the white-bearded man next to him.

"Doss, this is Fred Lee."

"Fred?" Doss sat down, the gangster's aura not diminished at all.

"I heard that you used to be from Black Gold International?"

Over time, Doss and Twila's collaboration became known.

Now Black Gold International hates him so much that it has even turned to support Borello's old rival in the mining area - the Magdao Gang.

……

"Let the past be the past." Fred also knew about Doss's loss of his family and thought of his lost wife. They are actually the same kind of people.

"My wife's fate is the same as that of your family members. We have a common enemy." Fred did not show any obvious emotions from beginning to end.

He raised his forehead silently, and his slightly cloudy eyes met Doss's gaze for the first time.

Doss's determined gaze met his opponent for the first time, and after staring at each other for a few seconds, he couldn't help but look away.

Fred's words both indicated a tendency toward cooperation and grouped them together.

Doss naturally had not forgotten the hatred of his family being massacred by the Southern Army. In this way, Fred had indeed drawn a clear line between himself and Black Gold International.

"How to cooperate?" At this point, Doss had no more worries.

"Some time ago, a team from Black Gold International broke into the TV station." Fred said slowly: "According to Mr. Dick's intelligence, they have a secret convoy that will pass through Beishan in two days."

"Beishan Hotel..." Doss looked at the map on the table. One route just passed through Beishan, and the abandoned hotel in the middle was even circled.

"Their original plan was to make the handover at the hotel. The convoy was transporting a very important batch of 'cargo'."

Fred then added, and very sensibly only finished his sentence halfway.