Reborn in America’s Anti-Terror Unit

"Bang bang bang~" 

Someone tried to rush forward while Jack Bauer was down, but Owen shot him in both knees. The man collapsed in agony, and Owen followed up with a shot to the neck, finishing him off.

Owen successfully killed one, but at the same time, two more of their own fell.

The enemy's objective was clear: David Palmer. Nearly 80% of their firepower was focused on him. The black-suited USSS agents tasked with protecting him suffered heavy casualties.

One agent was shot in the leg and toppled over. Just as he was about to be finished off, his comrade tried to save him—but the moment he exposed himself, he too was shot. Now both were exposed in the enemy's kill zone, sitting ducks.

The attackers didn't hesitate. They immediately focused their fire and shredded both agents. Blood sprayed from their bodies, and they became corpses in seconds.

Their level III body armor was no match for SCAR rifle rounds, which pierced through with ease and caused fatal damage. Meanwhile, the agents' Glock 17 pistols couldn't penetrate the enemy's armor. This imbalance in firepower was devastating.

After a brutal skirmish, only one agent remained by David Palmer's side. All the others had died heroically in the earlier fights.

The battle was savage. The black-suited agents loyally fulfilled their duty, fighting to the last breath, even throwing themselves in front of David Palmer to block bullets.

Owen and Jack managed to take down two more, but the enemy still outnumbered them by more than two to one.

To be honest, the black-suited USSS agents had fought well. Despite having only handguns, they had held out for over ten minutes. But the weapons gap was just too great, and the enemies were clearly special forces, with combat skills no worse—perhaps even superior.

Knowing the enemy wore body armor, Owen avoided aiming at the torso. He only went for the head and legs. His fire rate was incredible, almost turning his Glock into a machine gun.

"Bang bang, bang bang bang bang~~~"

Owen's rapid fire left a strong impression. He could empty a 15-round magazine in seconds, and it was effective.

His accuracy was terrifying. Bullets either hit their target or landed just inches away. Two soldiers hiding behind a pillar had clearly coordinated—popping out from either side to fire at Owen.

But as soon as they showed themselves, both were hit. The one on the left was crouching—he took a shot straight to the head. The one on the right was standing—his thigh was blown open and he fell to his knees.

If not for suppressive fire from others, that guy would've taken another round to the head for sure.

Bullets clattered into the pillar in front of Owen, stone chips flying. He ducked back behind cover. Thankfully, the pillar was solidly built—5.56mm rounds could only chip away at it, not punch through.

Jack Bauer seized the moment while the enemy focused on Owen, firing and wounding an enemy, though not killing him.

Owen was under immense pressure. From the outside, it looked like he was singlehandedly suppressing the entire enemy force—but only he knew the toll it was taking.

He had pushed his bullet time ability to the limit. His rapid and precise shots relied entirely on that. Otherwise, he couldn't have taken down two people simultaneously as they popped out from both sides.

But the ammo cost was huge. His own stockpile was long gone. If he hadn't scavenged magazines from fallen agents, he would've been out ages ago.

Right now, he was drawing nearly 90% of the enemy's fire. Only the lone surviving agent and Jack Bauer occasionally returned fire, giving him just enough distraction to squeeze off a few shots. Otherwise, the suppressive fire alone would've pinned him indefinitely.

"Bang bang~~"

Owen suddenly popped out and fired a double-tap at a nearby enemy, reducing the guy's head to a mess of blood and bone.

Immediately, a hail of bullets rained down. Owen ducked, then instantly shifted to the other side and popped out again—two more shots. The target went quiet, but once again, bullets tore through the air around him.

The enemy was furious. Owen had disrupted their plans too many times. Each time they were just a step away from killing David Palmer, but Owen always took them out first.

Now they were determined to eliminate Owen first. He was like a nail hammered deep into the wall—anyone who wanted to kill Palmer had to get past him.

"Bang bang bang bang~~~"

The attackers laid down covering fire as others advanced. The moment the gunfire ceased meant someone had closed the distance.

Their coordination was tight. As suppressive fire stopped, a barrel appeared around the edge of a pillar. Owen didn't peek—he leaned against the pillar and fired blindly downward.

The enemy's feet took the rounds. He collapsed. Before he could rise, Owen shot him in the back of the head.

"Gun~~~!"

Owen was bloodthirsty now—but he was out of bullets. That last shot had emptied his Glock's magazine. The slide locked back.

Footsteps approached rapidly. A second wave was clearly coming, and Owen was now unarmed.

"Catch~~~!"

Jack shouted and slid his own weapon across the floor toward Owen.

An enemy had already flanked the column. At the critical moment, Owen ducked low and grabbed the gun. With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed the enemy's barrel.

As the enemy's muzzle tilted skyward, Owen pointed Jack's Glock straight at his forehead.

"Bang bang bang."

Three new holes appeared in the man's forehead. A Glock couldn't blow his skull apart, but the mess inside was guaranteed.

Without hesitation, Owen dropped him, then turned and fired two more shots, killing a man charging toward Jack.

Just then, a spare magazine arrived from the last surviving agent. Owen instinctively dropped the empty mag, flicked his wrist, and loaded the new one in one smooth motion.

That wave of attackers had failed to take Owen down—and lost three men in the process. A second wave was surely on its way. But just then, gunfire rang out from outside.

"CTU! You're surrounded!"

The main doors were kicked open. The nearest enemy was immediately shot dead—CTU had arrived.

Fierce gunfire erupted at the entrance. Through the open doors, Owen could see CTU's tactical team—dressed like SWAT—engaged in a firefight with the Red Vipers outside.

Owen thought they were saved—but didn't expect the Red Vipers had only left two men to guard the door. The rest launched an even fiercer assault.

In just one exchange, the last remaining black-suit agent was killed. He spent his final bullet shielding David Palmer from a fatal shot.

David Palmer wasn't defenseless. Using the brief window bought by the agent, he managed to shoot and kill one enemy—but it was clear he was at his limit.

Now it all came down to who could hold out longer. The Red Vipers were racing to kill David Palmer before CTU's SWAT team breached. Palmer's side only needed to survive long enough for the breach.

But even that slim hope felt distant to Owen. He had less than one magazine left. Jack was in the same boat.

The enemies didn't retreat after their losses—they pressed even harder. David Palmer, seizing the moment, had relocated to Owen's side. Now the two were together.

As the next wave of attackers prepared to move in, Owen spotted the utility passage Janet had used earlier—and suddenly, an idea came to him.

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