Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1409 - 1177: Warehouse Raid3

"No need! We're clearing out the remaining resistance! The enemies are tough, relying on fortifications to resist step by step! We need more ti!"

"Bang!"

Petrovsky kicked open the flimsy wooden door of the office. Inside, a Mossad Agent had just raised his gun when "Shadow" followed closely behind and fired two precise shots to the chest, causing him to fall silently.

The office was simple, but in the center of the floor, a heavy tal hatch that was clearly a later addition stood out.

Above the hatch was a nuric keypad and a blinking red iris scanner.

"Bring Orwell here!"

Petrovsky shouted into his earpiece.

Soon, Orwell was brought to the scene by "Angel" like a chick being carried.

"The password." Petrovsky pressed his gun directly against Orwell's temple.

In extre fear, Orwell's voice was distorted: "Sam... Samson2014! It's Samson2014!"

"Shadow" quickly entered it on the keypad.

A soft "beep" sounded, and the light on the keypad turned green.

Petrovsky roughly pulled Orwell to the scanner and forced his eyes open.

A red light scanned through.

"Iris verification passed."

A cold electronic voice sounded. Inside the heavy tal hatch, a chanical transmission noise ca, a "click," then it slowly slid open to one side, revealing a concrete staircase descending downwards.

The assault trooper "Frost" raised his gun and entered...

At this mont!

Bang bang——

A cluster of sparks flashed below.

Imdiately, "Frost" fell heavily to the ground.

"Ugh—"

Petrovsky imdiately raised his gun and fired continuously down the passage.

Ratatatatata——

Bullets poured like rain toward the end of the passage.

Standing next to him, "Thunder God" said nothing, pulled out a hand grenade, ard it, and tossed it into the passage.

"Angel" dragged the fallen "Frost" out of the passage.

"'Frost' is hit! Repeat, 'Frost' is hit! Abdon shot, severe bleeding!"

Having dragged "Frost" to a safe corner, "Angel" quickly checked the wound, his face instantly turning incredibly grim.

The bullet entry was grueso, the bleeding dark red, heavy, and fast.

"Through and through! Possibly hit the intestines and liver! Blood pressure is dropping fast! I can only do ergency hemorrhage control and volu expansion here! Must evacuate quickly! Otherwise..."

"Angel" perford battlefield first aid at the fastest speed, tearing open a hemostatic dressing and pressing hard on the wound with a pressure bandage.

"Got it! Hang in there! 'Shadow', 'Thunder God', follow down!"

A pained look flashed in Petrovsky's eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by deeper determination.

Ti was the only luxury they couldn't afford.

The three donned gas masks and quickly rushed down the stairs into the dark chamber.

Inside was cold and dry, the air filled with a nauseating mixture of pungent and sweet tallic slls.

The sight made even the most seasoned among them shudder—

Rows of tal barrels and custom plastic containers printed with hazardous chemical labels were neatly stacked, with a set of chemical experint and mixing devices that looked quite professional beside them.

In front of these items lay the corpse of an ard personnel.

He appeared to have been killed by an explosion.

"Thunder God, set up the explosives quickly and retreat!"

Petrovsky ordered sternly.

"Thunder God" took high-energy plastic explosives and a military tid detonation device from his backpack which were already prepared.

"Shadow" assisted at his side.

They worked skillfully, installing explosives on several key load-bearing pillars, in the most densely packed chemical areas, and on that setup, setting parallel fuses to ensure fail-safe detonation.

The sky, over Latamira airspace, at 20,000 feet altitude.

The night was deep and somber.

"Poison Snake 1-1, I've reached the edge of the target airspace, scanning the ground with multi-mode sensors... Confirm strong thermal signals persistensed in the target area, spectrums analysis shows explosions and lots of light weapon gunfire. Thermal sources concentrated inside the target warehouse, firefight continues."

The Commander of the AC-130U "Shadow Blade" reported.

"Poison Snake 1-1 received. My aircraft has entered the initial attack route, preparing to drop..."

The thumb of "Poison Snake 1-1" was already on the safety ring of the red weapon release button. Just a light press and Grim Reaper would be unleashed.

Suddenly!

The alert ca through the Air Force command channel.

"Calling Poison Snake squad, unidentified aircraft detected, entering radar warning range, distance 112, heading XXX — they're coming toward you, be alert! Be alert!"