Chapitre 681: Chapter 571 I am a Rookie_1

Ray couldn't say that Mad Dog's tactics were like shit, because the man had no tactics at all.

It was just knocking on the door, entering, then hitting anyone they saw, then heading upstairs to mop up any remnants. That was the plan and that was the execution, consistent in word and deed. What else could Ray say?

The house was evidently not a mansion, not even a nice house; it was just a crappy house in a crappy neighborhood. But it did have six fierce, tattooed men, each with a gun in hand, sitting on the first floor watching TV, waiting for someone to burst in so they could shoot. For most gangs rooted in the community in the United States, this was pretty much the standard operation and process.

But here's the thing: there were six people in the house with guns, and then someone knocked and barged in, and before they had any chance to shoot, all of them were killed.

How long did that take, Ray searched carefully through his memory bank, but he found blanks in his recollection.