King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 253 245 Cruel Raid

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At three in the morning, Team E indicated over the radio that they were in position...

Joe Ga, who had been ready for a while, stood up from the pitch-black desert and gestured to move forward.

Karman stopped Dorian, who wanted to act as the vanguard, and had him stay close to the boss. He himself quickly created about a 10-ter gap from the squad and disappeared into the darkness.

About 300 ters to the right of Joe Ga and his team, Sanderson led Team B and stealthily infiltrated the small town, moving towards the direction of the Mosque.

Both teams needed to stay quiet before the actual attack comnced, while the Rangers, entering from the south, would initiate combat when needed to draw the attention of the terrorists.

Every ti he worked with Karman, Joe Ga couldn't help but admire how capable the old guy was.

Antar had only needed to look once at the infiltration route he had drawn up, and he could recall it. Moreover, he was able to adjust it according to the situation on the ground, which not only increased efficiency but also greatly improved safety.

As for 'safety'...

All the scattered, on-watch terrorists, as well as those who had temporarily changed positions, were now dead, thus naturally, it was indeed 'safe.'

When Joe Ga and his team followed Karman to an alleyway, they heard the screams of won, the pleading of n, the crying of children, and the laughter of terrorists from a house nearby.

Karman, the vanguard, moved toward the side door of the house like a ghost. A black sentry stood just a few steps away at the entrance but failed to detect Karman's presence.

Hiding in the shadows behind him, Joe Ga and his team watched like an audience to a horror film. Karman, hugging the wall, moved half a ter, slow like a motion picture. His hunting knife, half a foot long, remained motionless until he was about ten centiters away from the black terrorist. Then, he suddenly lunged, driving the knife into the base of the man's skull.

Actions such as these, similar to a chaleon catching its prey, carried with them a chill-inducing BUFF.

Watching Karman help the dead terrorist sit down on the ground and adjust the position of his rifle, he then gestured to his own team. Dorian, shuddering, hastened his pace while muttering, "Thank goodness he's one of our own..."

Joe Ga, patting Dorian's shoulder from behind and following him, heard his muttering. He whispered back, "You should train with those jungle veterans. Sotis I think they're Africa's ninjas—extrely cool."

Dorian decisively shook his head and whispered back, "I've tried, but maybe I'm too handso, or maybe too pale; I can't do it like they do."

As Dorian saw the night-vision goggles on Karman's face point in his direction, he shut his mouth, leaned in, gave a thumbs up, then peeked inside the house. He saw one terrorist pouring gasoline on the man of the house, while several others laughed as they forced a woman and two children to watch.

Dorian whispered, "What are we going to do..."

Karman glanced at Joe Ga, who had already drawn his pistol. He whispered back, "Leave two alive. I need them. Kill the rest."

After speaking, Karman made a curve, staying along the edge of the light from the indoor fire, and moved to the other side of the side door.

The team was well-coordinated and naturally knew how to handle such a situation...

Joe Ga, holding an M9 with a silencer, slowly approached the side door, hugging the wall and supporting Dorian's shoulder.

As Dorian pounced out like a cheetah, Joe Ga rushed to the side of the door, half-squatting and began firing at the terrorists inside.

There were five terrorists in total. Two of them were near the inside of the side door, but they were not Joe Ga's targets.

Joe Ga's first shot struck a man holding a lighter, who was about to ignite the gasoline on the hoowner.

The subsonic bullet entered his temple, and like being hit by a hamr, his head burst into a bloom of blood. His body then rigidly fell to the ground as if electrocuted.

The second shot hit the bridge of the nose of a black terrorist holding a machine gun.

The third bullet struck the forehead of a terrorist harassing a middle-aged woman. The blood and brain matter stunned the woman and the two children montarily.

In the anti, Dorian and Karman, who had charged in first, had seized their targets.

Dorian was more aggressive; he tackled the abdon of a terrorist to clear Joe Ga's line of sight, then, while muffling the man's mouth, brought him to the ground and struck his head with the poml of his knife, causing him to lose consciousness.

Karman was even more ruthless. The mont he entered the door, his hunting knife pierced the waist of a terrorist. Then, unbeknownst to anyone, he filled the man's mouth with a handful of dirt he had grabbed, preventing any screams.

Joe Ga couldn't understand if there was any particular trick to the way Karman stabbed people. It seed so casual, yet the victim collapsed like a deflated ball, clutching his abdon, writhing in agony, only able to make stifled nasal sounds as his mouth had been filled.

Looking at the rescued family standing there, dazed, uncertain whether to scream or cheer, Joe Ga gestured to the multilingual Antar, "Keep it going, don't stop..."

Knowing that Joe Ga wanted to avoid a sudden silence here that could alert another group of terrorists a few dozen ters away, Karman lifted his night-vision goggles and gestured for the family to be silent. He then poured gasoline onto the lower body of the captive and picked up the terrorist's lighter.

After signaling the family to hide, he rcilessly broke the captive's knees, then set the gasoline ablaze...

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When the flas ignited, the terrorist with disabled legs spewed out a clod of earth like a high-pressure air cannon from his mouth, followed by a scream that beca horribly distorted.

Karman beckoned Dorian to take the captive, then, as they walked towards the exit, he said to Joe Ga, "We have five minutes..."

Joe Ga didn't understand at first, but when cheers from the terrorists erupted dozens of ters away, he got it...

In such a situation, silence would be most suspicious. The guy's screams would let his nearby companions know what they were 'doing'.

The five minutes Karman ntioned referred to the approximate ti the noise created by this guy would last.

That was enough ti for them to deal with another group of terrorists nearby.

When the ti ca, they would repeat the process and then a brief silence after the 'celebration' would be normal, not arousing suspicion.

The captive in Dorian's hands was actually a spare in case it was inconvenient to take a live prisoner later on.

Joe Ga cast a sympathetic glance at the poor wretch who was still unconscious, then gestured for the family to quickly hide inside the house before following Karman to the next stop.

Elsewhere, the terrorists, buoyed by the 'screams', had dropped their guard.

When Karman moved in and slit the throat of a terrorist who faced inside and was laughing, they didn't even realize what had happened.

Following close behind him, Joe Ga delivered a display of extre marksmanship with his pistol...

Eight terrorists, forming a circle, were tornting a little girl holding a small knife while her mother and several older sisters were bound on the ground, and her father had already fallen into a pool of blood.

Faced with a larger group, Joe Ga, wielding pistols in both hands, fired rapidly with his right-hand M9...

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

A series of sounds like a spoon tapping on a wall resonated; so terrorists were shot in the chest, others in the back, and so under the ribs.

Imdiately after, Joe Ga's left-hand M9 began to finish them off. The speed was sowhat slower this ti, prioritizing the terrorists who weren't yet dead.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

All eight terrorists were shot in the head!

Dorian, the third to enter, brandished his G36C but found no targets. Frustrated, he dragged the captive into the small yard and poured gasoline over his lower half, following the sa thod.

Antar and Nis rushed into the yard, untying the ropes binding the won and comforting the terrified little girl.

When Ayu entered, seeing the scene in the yard, she angrily crushed the captive's knee with her foot, causing him to wake from his unconsciousness in pain.

Just as the man seed about to call out to his companions, Ayu viciously reached into his mouth, pulled out his tongue, and struck his jaw forcefully, causing him to bite off his own tongue.

Ayu's actions were even more frightening than those of the terrorists, prompting the rescued won to scream in horror.

Dorian, seeing that Karman did not prevent the won from screaming, decisively lit the captive's lower half on fire, signaling the wretch with flas that 'you should be screaming now'.

Indeed, the existence of a tongue did not affect one's ability to scream.

The captive's excruciating howls instantly drowned out the won's screams.

Karman, observing Nis showing no undue sympathy or anger, nodded in satisfaction and patted Joe Ga's arm twice swiftly, saying, "Let's continue."

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Compared to the unorthodox infiltration of Joe Ga and his team, squad B was a bit quieter.

But quietness at this ti beca a burden for them, and they were about to beco too quiet, causing the terrorists who went to check things out to discover them.

Sanderson killed a terrorist who suddenly popped his head out of a house, glanced at the carnage inside, heard the rallying cries of nearby terrorists, and saw several bonfires being lit in the mosque square...

Seeing the mobilized terrorists and the firing positions in the mosque across from the fires, Sanderson reluctantly pressed his communicator and said, "'Tailor', it's your turn, liven up the town."

As soon as Sanderson's words faded, gunfire erupted hundreds of ters to the side, then the entire town seed to co to life...

(Every day I put in ten thousand words; asking you all for a monthly pass doesn't seem too much, does it?!!!)