lovenovelstory Chapter 22 Did they clean it up properly?
Chapter 22 Did they clean it up properly?
3:21 a.m.
Alan Ross, a private soldier of the Gildier family, carried an M4A1 automatic rifle and walked slowly along the gravel patrol path inside the wall.
He yawned, his eyelids heavy.
There are still seventeen minutes until the shift change, after which I can go back to the barracks and sleep until dawn.
puff.
A soft sound, like a damp cloth being slapped against the wall.
He found his vision spinning uncontrollably.
My neck hurts so much... no, it hurts like an enemy...
Warm liquid welled up from the side of her neck and trickled into her collar.
Kirk's neck blooms.
He fell heavily to the ground, his body twisting to the side.
Three hundred meters away, at the edge of the woodland.
Five military pickup trucks came to a stop with their engines off.
The car doors opened simultaneously, and a figure slid out, landing silently.
Carl Jensen was the last to get off the bus.
He was carrying a composite insulation board that was about half a person's height in his left hand.
A dark red halo spread out from him, rippled across the bodies of the thirteen team members behind him like water ripples.
[Blood Flag Domain] unfolds.
The team members all took a deep breath at the same time.
His muscles were slightly tense, and his eyes glowed with a faint red light under the night vision goggles.
A sense of power surged through my veins, my breathing became lighter, and my steps became more steady.
Jason closed his eyes, then opened them again.
In their field of vision, one hundred and thirty-eight dark red lines emerged in the darkness, extending outwards from their location like a spider web, pointing to every corner of the territory.
Each line ends with a blurry human figure, some moving, some still, and some lying down.
[Hound Dog] Fully open, lock-on activated!
He raised his left hand and made a few simple sign language gestures into the air:
One hundred and thirty-eight targets.
Divided into three routes.
Six buildings run along the central path, leading directly to the main house.
Four on the left, clear the eastern barracks.
Three on the right: deal with the western watchtower and garage.
He acted alone.
The team members nodded without making a sound.
Insulating boards are laid on top of the electric grid on the wall, with rubber layers at the edges of the boards pressing down on the wires.
Thirteen figures flipped over one after another, landing with only a slight rustling sound, like wind blowing through fallen leaves.
The group dispersed and disappeared into the darkness.
The guard post is located in the middle of the wall.
Max Torres sat at the monitor, squinting.
Most of the sixteen frames on the screen were still, with only the figures of two patrolling soldiers moving slowly.
He glanced at the time; there were still thirteen minutes until his shift ended.
Just then, the vital signs monitoring icon representing Alan Ross in the lower right corner of the screen suddenly turned red and then went out.
Max's eyes widened suddenly.
He almost instinctively reached out and slapped the alarm button, his calloused hand only halfway up.
A Glock 19X silencer was pressed against his temple.
puff!
A gunshot, not quiet at all, rang out.
Max's body went limp, and he slid off the chair in his Gundam form.
"That's the fifth one."
Jason glanced at the screen.
In other shots, his teammates are simultaneously eliminating targets:
Outside the barracks on the east side, a private soldier lying dead has become a real Gundam.
On the west watchtower, the sentry was still breathing on his skin when he went straight to sleep.
Inside the ranch, the tied-up African American children were in a deep sleep.
Clean and neat, like a well-choreographed silent play.
As he turned to leave the guard post...
Ugh~
The piercing alarm still went off.
He didn't trigger it; someone else set off the alarm.
Inside the barracks, all the lights instantly came on.
Sixty-five private soldiers sprang up from their beds at the same time.
There were no gasps, no chaos.
They silently put on their combat uniforms, checked their weapons, and donned night vision goggles and individual communication devices.
The movements were fluid and precise.
The tattoos on these people's arms or necks reveal their origins: SEAL Team Six, Delta Force, Rangers, Green Berets.
They all crawled out of piles of dead bodies.
Commander Harris Wade was the last to leave the lounge.
His face showed no signs of sleepiness, only a calm assessment.
"The number of intruders is unknown, but they have breached the outer defenses."
He spoke into the headset.
"According to Plan C, each person defend their designated area. Remember, this is our territory."
The group dispersed and headed towards their designated positions.
Defense Point 3, Garage Roof.
Two private soldiers set up M249 light machine guns and scanned the parking lot below with night vision goggles.
The view was a dark green, and there was no one in sight.
boom!
He tumbled off the edge of the roof and crashed heavily onto the concrete ground.
A second bullet followed, piercing the carotid artery of the machine gunner next to him.
Four hundred meters away, Comrade Antony slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, his breathing steady.
With the blessing of the Blood Flag Domain, he could see everything clearly.
"Clear the east side."
He spoke into the communicator.
Defense Point 5, Front Garden of the Main House.
Four private soldiers stood with their backs to the marble fountain, their guns pointed in different directions.
In thermal imaging mode, no living thing can hide.
The surroundings are still safe.
Puff puff puff puff.
Several rifle bullets were fired
The four private soldiers fell to the ground almost simultaneously, each with a bloody hole in his neck.
The attacker stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes.
It's easy to use cardboard to create a simple heat insulation layer and fool thermal imaging.
The main house interior, second-floor corridor.
Harris Wade led his six-man team steadily forward.
They employed standard CQB tactics, alternating cover while keeping their guns pointed in the direction of the threat.
"The second floor is clean."
The main house interior, second-floor corridor.
He hadn't finished speaking.
A figure suddenly appeared in the shadows at the end of the corridor.
Carl Jensen stood there, holding an HK416 with a silencer in both hands, the muzzle hanging naturally.
He looked at Harris calmly, as if he had been waiting there all along.
Harris pulled the trigger almost instinctively.
The muzzle flash exploded in the darkness.
However, it did not win.
The bullet grazed the air just below Jason's right side.
At the same time, Jensen had already raised his gun.
puff.
A short, sharp sound.
Harris's neck exploded open.
The two private soldiers behind him reacted extremely quickly, aiming and emptying their magazines almost the instant Jason fired his gun.
Bang bang bang!
Both rifles fired simultaneously.
Jason merely shifted a few times, and the bullets grazed his body; even the vibrating egg didn't hit him.
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puff!puff!
Two bursts of fire.
Flowers bloom on both necks.
The whole process took less than 1.5 seconds.
The remaining three private soldiers opened fire simultaneously, their bullets spraying like water towards Jason's position.
Jensen had anticipated the firepower.
He stomped against the wall and lunged toward the other side of the corridor, firing his rifle in quick succession as he flew.
Puff puff.
Three bursts of fire.
Three more blood blossoms bloomed on her neck.
He landed, rolled, and knelt on one knee.
The corridor returned to silence.
Jason stood up, put the pistol back in its leg holster, and changed the magazine for his rifle.
The sound of metal colliding was crisp and clear.
He checked the ammunition levels and continued following the red line.
The bedroom is located on the third floor of the main house.
Jenny Kildee was awakened by the alarm.
She sat up, her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulders.
"What's that sound...?"
She asked sleepily.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Dani Kildee stood in the doorway, having changed into clothes that would allow her to move around easily, her face pale.
"Get up quickly. Something's happened."
"What's wrong with Auntie?"
Jenny wasn't fully awake yet.
"Has another lowlife escaped?"
"It's not a small matter."
Dani's voice was trembling.
"It was an attack. A real attack with live ammunition."
Several more gunshots rang out from outside.
Jenny's expression finally changed.
She jumped out of bed, threw on her coat, and followed Dani Kildee out of the bedroom, running toward the hidden elevator at the end of the corridor.
Dani used both fingerprint and iris scans to verify her identity, and the elevator door slid open.
They rushed inside, and Dani frantically pressed the close button.
The elevator is descending.
Three underground floors, a safe house.
The heavy alloy door closed behind me, the twelve hydraulic locks engaging simultaneously with a dull thud.
The display screen inside the door lit up, showing that all external passages had been sealed off.
The safe house has a spacious interior with an independent air circulation system, water storage, food storage, and power generation equipment.
According to the design standards, this place can sustain twelve people for fourteen months.
There was another door in the wall, leading to a secret tunnel with its exit in the woods twenty kilometers away.
Jenny slumped onto the leather sofa, panting heavily.
Dani walked to the surveillance wall and pulled up the footage from the external cameras.
Most of the screen has gone black.
The few remaining signs show the interior of the main house: corpses lie in the corridors and the walls are riddled with bullet holes.
But there were no living people.
There were no invaders, and no one of their own.
A dead silence.
"They...did they clean it up?"
Jenny asked in a low voice.
Dani did not answer.
She stared intently at the screen, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the control panel.
The only sound inside the safe house was the low hum of the ventilation system.
Outside, the gunfire completely stopped.