Chapter 174: Rocket Launcher!

Roan and Ryder seated themselves in the first-floor living room of Pervais's house. Pervais took the six photographs, his expression turning extremely dark.

Just as he was about to speak, a crisp female voice suddenly rang out from the second floor:

"Dad!"

Roan looked up to see a little girl of about six or seven, dressed in pink cat pajamas, rubbing her eyes as she threw herself into Pervais's arms.

"I'm scared~"

"Sorry."

Seeing his daughter in his arms, Pervais's gloomy expression vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter doting affection.

Whispering a few words of comfort into his daughter's ear, Pervais looked up and said apologetically, "This is my daughter, Donna."

Roan and Ryder smiled and waved away the apology on behalf of the little girl, blaming themselves for waking her up.

According to Mona's file, Donna's mother had died giving birth to her.

For a girl so targeted by fate, both Roan and Ryder held enough tolerance.

Children's tempers come and go quickly, and since it was already late at night, little Donna fussed for a moment before quickly falling fast asleep in Pervais's arms.

"She's always like this."

Holding little Donna in his arms, Pervais wiped a trace of saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked up at Roan and Ryder with a smile. "She always wakes up a few times every night."

Roan did not know what to say to this topic, but Ryder beside him nodded in full agreement.

"I understand. I have a son, and he was just like that when he was little."

Ryder held a great deal of respect for Pervais.

Being a single father was no easy task, let alone when Pervais's child was a daughter, and he himself was a police officer.

The two men briefly chatted about childcare issues from when their children were small, then quickly turned to serious business.

Looking at the six photographs on the table, Pervais wore a solemn expression. After a moment of deep thought, he picked up the photograph of the Caucasian man and said, "I don't remember the name Jorgen Landry, and I can't recall any case I've handled that has anything to do with him. However, I do have an impression of this man. I've forgotten his exact name, but his profession is a lawyer."

"A lawyer?"

Hearing that Pervais had not recalled any clues related to Jorgen Landry, Ryder's expression sank.

However, hearing that the man in the photo was a lawyer lifted Ryder's spirits once again.

At that very moment, Roan, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly felt an intense discomfort throughout his entire body, as if the seat beneath him had caught fire.

Remembering that he had previously consumed a bottle of [Danger Perception Potion], Roan's expression shifted drastically. He hurriedly stood up, drew his handgun, and walked toward the window.

Seeing this, Ryder quickly left the sofa, drew his weapon, and asked, "What is it, Ro—"

Before Ryder could finish his sentence, a brilliant flash of fire suddenly flew from behind the gray pickup truck across the street directly toward them.

Seeing this, Roan turned around hurriedly and shouted, "Get down!!!"

A split second before Roan's shout, Ryder and Pervais also spotted the flash of fire outside the house.

Both men were well-trained personnel. Hearing Roan's warning, Pervais hurriedly pulled little Donna tightly into his arms and dropped flat to the floor.

Ryder was wearing a bulletproof vest. To protect Pervais, the single father and witness, Ryder lunged across him to shield him.

The next second, accompanied by a long strip of orange-yellow flame, the brilliant flash of fire struck the master bedroom on the second floor dead center.

A violent explosion suddenly erupted!

Boom—

Flames shot into the sky, debris scattered everywhere, and car alarms began to wail all up and down the street.

Roan, hiding in the corner of the first-floor wall, was hit hard by the shockwave of the explosion, feeling a sharp pain throughout his internal organs.

However, thanks to a bottle of physical enhancement potion after every meal, the stress tolerance of Roan's body far exceeded what it used to be.

"Fu—k! That's a damn rocket launcher!"

Enduring the discomfort rippling through his body, Roan angrily shoved away a wooden board that had fallen on him. Without a second thought, he pulled two flashbangs from his pocket and forcefully hurled them across the street toward the front of the house.

Bang!

Bang!

Two explosions rang out, but unfortunately, the enemies across the street had immediately driven away as soon as they fired the rocket launcher.

"I@%￥..."

Touching a scratch on his skin near his left eye caused by flying glass shards, Roan's expression turned exceptionally grim.

He initially wanted to drive after them immediately, but a rich, pungent scent of blood suddenly pierced Roan's nostrils.

Hurriedly turning back, Roan saw that in the middle of the living room, Ryder and the others had been buried beneath a pile of wooden boards.

Prying the wooden boards away with all his might, Roan found Ryder lying prone over Pervais. Ryder had been heavily struck on the head by a falling piece of timber from the second floor and had already passed out.

As for Pervais, Ryder had only managed to protect his vital areas like his heart and brain.

Pervais's exposed thighs now had a long and a short piece of wood jammed into them, and blood was gushing out frantically as if it cost nothing. He had completely lost consciousness.

The only one who remained largely uninjured was little Donna.

Shielded firmly in Pervais's arms, though badly frightened from her sleep and scratched with a few minor cuts on her arms and legs by flying glass, she had suffered no other serious injuries and was now crying loudly beneath Pervais's body.

Although the neighborhood where Pervais lived was not an affluent area, there were plenty of patrol officers patrolling nearby.

Saving lives was paramount; Roan could not bear to watch little Donna lose her police officer father right after losing her mother.

Opening his system interface, Roan retrieved a bottle of [Hemostatic Potion] and poured it directly into Pervais's mouth where little Donna could not see.

At this point, several exposed areas of skin on Roan and Ryder also bore cuts of various sizes.

Although not deep, letting them bleed continuously was no solution, especially the wound near Roan's eye.

Moreover, since Roan still intended to pursue the enemy, he immediately took out a second bottle of hemostatic potion, drank half of it himself, and fed the remaining half into Ryder's mouth.

Beep, beep, beep—

Just then, patrol officers from the surrounding area also rushed to the scene.

"FBI! My name is Roan Greenwood!"

Announcing his identity in a loud voice, Roan immediately shouted to the three arriving patrol officers:

"The suspect was driving a gray pickup truck and left here just moments ago. Seal off this area immediately! Furthermore, the assailants used a rocket launcher! Do not rule out the possibility that they possess other high-threat weaponry!"

"Understood!"

Hearing Roan's command, the three patrol officers shouted their acknowledgment, divided their duties clearly, and immediately began reporting the incident, requesting a lockdown of the sector while calling for patrol units from other districts to rush in as reinforcements and urging an ambulance to come save the wounded.

Seeing this, Roan wiped the blood from his right cheek and handed little Donna over to one of the patrol officers.

Looking back, he saw that the wounds on Pervais and Ryder, though unhealed, had stopped bleeding entirely. He immediately turned and strode toward the SUV not far away.

"Agent Roan!"

Seeing Roan start the SUV, the patrol officer holding Donna shouted loudly:

"The ambulance will be here any second! Don't you want a paramedic to check your injuries?"

"No need, I'm in great physical condition. Thanks for your concern."

Roan turned his head and flashed a grin, the scratch near his left eye appearing somewhat fierce under the flickering glow of the fire:

"Right now, I'm going to hunt down the bastard who dared to use a rocket launcher!"

For law enforcement officers, long guns and short guns have never been the same concept.

If an NYPD officer shoots and kills a suspect armed with a handgun, a crowd of people will always raise a fuss in court afterward.

But if they shoot and kill a suspect wielding a long gun, those voices dwindle significantly.

And now, the enemy actually dared to use a weapon of mass destruction like a rocket launcher...

Thinking back to the object in the refrigerator and the photographs on the whiteboard, a cold glint flashed in Roan's eyes.

He was becoming increasingly interested in the true identity of Jorgen Landry.

Boom!

Stepping hard on the gas pedal, the pitch-black SUV followed the trail of the gray pickup truck and lunged straight into the distant night.