Therefore, checkpoints have been set up along the main routes into the city where the Firebird is located, primarily to search for the missing tanker truck.

Paul, who was already thirty-seven years old, unfortunately became a tanker truck driver.

He's not afraid of death, since he lives alone and can leave a huge sum of money to his ex-wife and children even if he dies.

After retiring from the military, he worked in a shipyard. The work was relatively tiring, but he didn't mind the fatigue; the only problem was the meager salary. He only earned a few hundred rubles a month, barely enough to eat. And that was just bread; he couldn't afford milk or eggs, and could only dream of vegetables.

Life has improved since he joined the mercenary team. He plans to leave the money to his son so he can attend a good school, leave the country, and go to a country where he can afford vegetables, eggs, and milk.

Driving the tanker truck, thinking about how he might make it back alive after this mission, he calculated his bonus and smiled happily, feeling more and more hopeful for the future.

He could see flashing red and blue lights in the distance, and he squinted as he watched several policemen chatting idly by the roadside.

He subconsciously pulled the bolt on the AK that was leaning against his leg and cocked it.

He floored the accelerator and surged forward. He knew that if he could just keep going, the Firebird headquarters would be in five kilometers. Hold on, and hope would be within reach.

The policeman waved and gestured for him to pull over, but Paul ignored him and accelerated past.

It made even the police a little uneasy.

They got into the car to give chase and reported finding the tanker truck, but it ignored their orders, leading them to suspect ulterior motives.

The police cars dared not approach and maintained a safe distance. Through detailed calculations by experts, they determined that the tanker truck was about to explode, with the impact radius around 200 meters. The best safe distance was to maintain around 300 meters.

The entire road was blocked off, preventing other vehicles from entering.

A large number of police cars came to provide support, and even the National Guard was dispatched. Helicopters followed later. The first to arrive were not the police, but the reporters.

The two men who were supposed to be picking up Paul were following closely behind the police, indicating that the pick-up operation was proving difficult. Both of them were considering whether to abandon Paul.

The three of them couldn't understand why the police were waiting for them.

The tanker truck continued to accelerate, staging a crazy trucking spectacle on the city streets.

I thought this tanker truck was going to cross the city and leave the city, but who knew it would turn a corner and head towards an eight-story building.

There were security personnel outside the building. If it were any other vehicle, they would have already opened fire, but who would dare to shoot a tanker truck?

The police couldn't come up with a good way to stop the car, and they didn't even dare to put up road spikes or obstacles, for fear that the car might roll over or something.

Amidst a sea of ​​eyes, they watched as the car crashed through the building's entrance.

The car stopped, there were no fireworks, and there was an unexpected incident. Many people gathered around, trying to find the driver.

The driver, who had been hiding under the car, took the opportunity to crawl out from underneath. This scene was captured by the camera in the sky. Before he could run a few steps, he heard someone tell him to put down his weapon and lie on the ground.

Without saying a word, Paul took a short shot and hit the person who told him to lie down.

The sound attracted others, who quickly surrounded them. The police and guards were armed with short weapons, which were a weakness in terms of firepower. Despite their numbers, their firepower was insufficient. A slight sweep from the enemy was enough to suppress them, preventing them from raising their heads.

The helicopter's cameras captured the entire scene, sending viewers in a frenzy. A real-life lone hero had emerged, not only taking on dozens of opponents single-handedly but also completely dominating them.

Unlike other companies, the headquarters of Firebird also pays attention to security, with walls and fences, and surveillance cameras in the corners.

This particular location restricted Paul's escape route, forcing him to seek cover and obstacles until he ran out of bullets, at which point he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing he couldn't escape, he simply threw out his long weapon to lure the enemy into a swarm. If they got closer, he could use his short weapon to buy some time.

The three-minute timer felt incredibly slow.

Paul was hiding less than 50 meters from the tanker truck, a distance within the range of the fireworks. Even if he wasn't burned to death, he would be killed by the shockwave. Everyone present today will be with him.

Sugar, aluminum powder, and extra-large oil bombs—it's a pity the tanker truck was carrying diesel this time; it would have been perfect if it had been carrying gasoline.

The area within an 800-meter radius is barren.

This is not the safe distance of 200 to 300 meters as the experts said; they didn't take into account that the added ingredient would make it even more powerful.

Some police officers were using megaphones to shout for Paul to surrender. Paul responded with two shots. Based on Paul's response, the police determined that he had run out of bullets with his long weapon and could now surround him from multiple directions.

Just as they figured it out, before they could even discuss plans and take action, the timed chewing gum popped.

The power of the fireworks almost knocked the cameras reporting from the air off their tracks.

The pilot quickly made a sharp turn to avoid the shockwave from the fireworks.

Many viewers in front of their televisions covered their mouths in surprise, exclaiming, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

There's no adjective to describe their goodness other than "God" and "Heaven."

Some people even used words like "shit," but so what? The coverage of the fireworks exceeded people's expectations.

The host kept asking in front of the camera: "Who is the driver? Why did he do this? Is it related to the previous truck drivers' strike? Please stay tuned to Channel 6 for further coverage. I'm April O'Neill, your reporter on the scene."

When pressed for details, the police said they were investigating, and the case was soon transferred to the FBI.

The CIA also got involved, after all, Firebird was one of their dogs, biting wherever they were told to.

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