parentshiftbook Chapter 51 Fierce Battle
Chapter 51 Fierce Battle
A few minutes ago.
On a small hill outside the industrial park.
Two men dressed in camouflage were lying in the weeds, one holding binoculars and the other holding a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer.
"Boss, aren't we supposed to be protecting that cyber hacker? Why are we incapacitating them now?" the lean man with the sniper rifle asked, puzzled.
"What are we best at?" a rough voice came through the headset.
"A raid and capture them by the tongue!" the lean man replied without hesitation.
They are the well-known "Night" mercenary squad in the Northern Continent, specializing in surprise special operations and famous for capturing prisoners in the Northern Continent.
"That settles it!" the gruff voice replied. "Since we're experts at getting things done, let's do it that way. After all, the employer only made one request."
"The employer only emphasized that they need to be alive, but didn't say how they should be alive," someone said in the communication channel. "As long as we bring the living people back, the employer won't be able to find fault with us."
"Right, that cyber hacker isn't an employer, so we don't need to protect him," someone else chimed in.
"Shut up, everyone! The target has been spotted!" A gruff voice announced, and the communication channel immediately fell silent.
"Get ready, fire on my command, preferably when one of them is seriously injured," the gruff voice solemnly ordered.
"Understood." Upon hearing this, the team members stood ready for battle.
The observer with binoculars sensed the current wind direction and speed, then informed his partner, preparing for any possible firing order.
"Fire!"
The gruff voice, seeing the two hackers approaching each other, immediately gave the order to fire.
boom!
With a gunshot, a sniper bullet was fired at two cyber hackers, the target of which was the person they were supposed to "protect".
"Wow... he actually dodged it! That's fast, is this guy a cyber hacker?"
The observer with binoculars watched in disbelief as the so-called cyber hacker, carrying a person with one hand, moved with incredible speed, dodging sniper fire one after another.
"Report the situation!" A gruff voice rang out over the communication channel.
"The target has moved into cover, and the sniper team has no way to fire and cannot observe it."
"Assault team in position, target not detected."
"Support team in position, target not detected."
"Sniper team, move out; assault team, prepare; support team, provide electronic pulse suppression shortly." A gruff voice issued a series of orders.
Upon receiving the order, the two sniper team members on the hill immediately got up and moved.
at the same time.
Five black-clad mercenaries, armed with automatic rifles, crouched with their backs against the wall outside a factory, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
On the roof of another factory building, three mercenaries dressed in camouflage were hiding on the roof wall. One of them had a rocket launcher on his shoulder and was crouching, ready at any moment.
"Assault team, move out!" a gruff voice commanded.
shhhhhh...
The five black-clad mercenaries, armed with automatic rifles, rushed out quickly, keeping a considerable distance from Jiang Yanming and his companion to avoid detection by the electronic hacker's device.
However, they moved quickly, taking turns providing cover as they advanced, gradually approaching the area where Jiang Yanming and Eric were hiding.
call out!
A rocket trailing a plume of flame was fired at the area where Jiang Yanming and his companion were hiding.
Just then, Jiang Yanming, who had just warned Eric, stood up and saw rockets coming. He immediately took out a pistol from his storage ring and fired.
bang bang bang...
Jiang Yanming held the gun in one hand and pulled the trigger repeatedly, but many bullets missed, and the rocket was getting closer and closer.
boom!
The rocket suddenly exploded in mid-air, spreading shrapnel and invisible electronic pulses.
Clearly, this was the result of Jiang Yanming firing his gun; the bullet struck the rocket, detonating it prematurely.
Eric was already affected by the electronic pulses, and even though this particular burst of electronic pulses wasn't strong, it still made him feel very uncomfortable. His auditory module also seemed to malfunction, emitting a "buzzing" electrical noise.
"Why is it another electronic pulse!" Eric was getting a little frantic. It was bad enough that the visual module was malfunctioning, but now even the auditory module was having problems.
"Shut up!" Jiang Yanming hissed. "Don't reveal your location, or I won't be able to protect you."
As he spoke, he crouched down and took out a connector resembling a white arm guard and a black-and-white shuttle-shaped flying device called "Light and Shadow" from his storage ring.
Jiang Yanming rolled up his sleeve, put the white arm protector on his left arm, and then patted it lightly.
The white arm guard was tightly bound to his left arm, while a needle-like object pierced his flesh and then made contact with the nerves in his arm.
As Jiang Yanming moved his left hand, the flying device "Light and Shadow" emitted a slight buzz and immediately flew up from the ground and hovered in mid-air.
The 'Light and Shadow' hovered for only a moment before shooting off in the direction from which the rocket had come, its speed becoming increasingly astonishing.
……
The camouflage mercenary carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder on the factory building immediately spoke on the communications channel when he saw the rocket explode in mid-air.
"Boss, the electron pulse rocket has been detonated prematurely."
"Fire again immediately, don't hold back!" the rough voice urged.
Upon hearing this, the man in camouflage picked up the rocket launcher handed to him by his companion, stood up, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger.
call out!
The rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, hurtled towards its designated target with a whooshing sound.
at the same time.
A streak of gray light shot towards them. The man in camouflage saw this and his pupils contracted. He immediately lay down to the side, shouting, "Watch out for the flying device!"
boom!
The gray streak of light struck the man in camouflage at an extremely high speed, as if he had been hit by a large-caliber machine gun. He was sent flying, his limbs flying forward involuntarily.
Immediately afterwards, a gray stream of light penetrated the bulletproof vest it wore underneath and its partially modified body, splattering fragments of artificial organs and blood.
Two mercenaries who were loading rockets were stunned by the sudden bloody scene and were momentarily stunned.
The moment the blood dripped onto their cheeks and clothes, they immediately reacted. One grabbed a rocket launcher and an electronic pulse rocket, while the other quickly got up and dragged his wounded companion to safety.
"Boss, Charles has been severely injured by the flying machine. I'm taking him into hiding." The mercenary, dragging the wounded man, quickly reported the situation.
"Damn it, I should have bought a few military-grade rockets!" The rough voice was full of frustration.
Not long ago, a batch of high-quality electronic pulse rockets appeared in the mercenary circle. They were said to be military-grade new products produced by the military technology of the four-nation alliance, which made them extremely envious.
Of course, the price of those rockets was also staggering, with each one costing as much as 280 million nars, not to mention the additional 200 million nars of military supplies needed to be purchased.
Despite the high price, in the chaotic situation on the Northern Continent, the batch of electronic pulse rockets was snapped up by numerous mercenary teams in less than half a day after entering the market, leaving hesitant mercenaries unable to buy them.
After his initial frustration, the burly man continued giving orders: "Support team, fire another rocket! Sniper team, put pressure on them as soon as possible. Assault team, are you in position?"
"Roger that." The two snipers didn't have time to find a firing position; they simply lay down in the weeds and prepared for a new round of shooting.
On the other side, five black-clad mercenaries inside the factory, taking turns providing cover, arrived at a distance of thirty or forty meters from Jiang Yanming, which is about the size of a factory building.