"Enemy attack!"
As the leader of the "Watcher" squad, Benjamin never imagined anyone would dare to attack them at this critical mont.
He didn't believe anyone could do it.
To be able to smoothly enter Hassan's villa, they had even arranged for a female team mber to infiltrate Hassan's prostitutes as an inside woman.
They had also monitored and disrupted all the surveillance caras and police communication lines in the area, including the local phone lines and power supply.
Impressive, right?
Of course, it was.
This was the capability of the most mysterious special operations division of the CIA.
Not to ntion it was the elite "Watcher" sub-team.
At this mont, in the city center of Trebizond, they also had a temporary operations sub-departnt, where team B was ready to respond to any ergencies.
But suddenly, everything went haywire.
How dare the enemy try to steal their thunder?
How despicable!
All their efforts had paved the way for them.
This absolutely couldn't happen!
The team quickly moved to the rear of the van.
"Calling the sub-departnt, we've been attacked, send B team for support imdiately."
"Luther, do you see the enemy sniper?!"
"No! I can't find them!"
"They're in one of the nearby buildings, the tallest ones! Search there!"
Benjamin roared with rage; he felt as if his entire body was ignited with anger, wishing he could tear the snipers targeting them into pieces!
"Yes!"
Luther responded.
But Benjamin knew that it would be very difficult for Luther alone to find them.
Especially since the opponent was a sniper.
"Boss, I think the shots ca from that five-story building across from us," said another team mber in police uniform, Martini.
"Are you sure?"
"80% sure. Judging from the direction of the gunshot, it was from there, no mistake. Only that place has the best view and angle, I don't see that kind of angle from these other buildings, look at that bullet hole—"
He pointed at the door of the police car.
A distance of about 200 ters wasn't far at all, especially for an SVD sniper rifle—it was all too easy.
The 7N1 specialized sniper bullet had gone through Benny's skull and then through the door next to the co-driver, and now the bullet hole was on the side where the team was taking cover.
Benjamin studied the bullet hole intently.
The position of the bullet hole and Benny's head height layered together to form a three-dinsional pattern in Benjamin's mind.
As a veteran from Delta, he could easily deduce the rough shooting angle.
Together with Martini's sound-based positioning, Benjamin also reached a conclusion.
"That's right."
From this angle, it indeed seed that the building about 200 ters away was the most suspicious.
"Luther, the five-story building to the southeast of our van, do you see it?"
"I see it."
"Check it out, and be careful."
"OK!"
After instructing the sniper, Luther, Benjamin was not willing to sit idly by either.
Although communication and power in the area had been cut off, it was likely the local police wouldn't notice what had happened here for a while.
But one couldn't be sure if soone might report it through so other special ans.
They must evacuate quickly!
He cautiously bent over and walked to the already open door of the police car, crawling in to retrieve an M72 rocket launcher from inside.
It was a favorite tool for Special Forces operations.
It was also one of the few portable anti-armor weapons available.
It had a range of up to 1000 ters, though generally, it wouldn't be used to shoot that far, but 200 ters was more than enough without any problems.
He turned to Martini and said, "You take the M32 grenade launcher!"
Martini nodded and also crawled into the vehicle to take out an M32 grenade launcher.
At that mont, the Hunter lying in wait on the fifth floor was sowhat reluctant.
He had only hit the driver.
When he tried to take down the others, he found they had already taken cover behind the van.
"Not bad at all..."
He couldn't help but exclaim.
"Truly 'Watchers'..."
Suddenly, Song Heping's voice ca through the earpiece again.
"Hunter, have you evacuated?"
"Not yet!"
The Hunter moved the crosshairs of his PSO-1 scope continuously over the body of the police car.
He was considering whether to fire a few shots at the car body and try his luck.
After all, the 7N1 specialized sniper rounds in his magazine, if they hit certain vulnerable parts of the car body, could penetrate two layers.
If they hit the car body and then the seats inside, they might not penetrate both layers.
The positions of the engine and wheels were also impenetrable to him.
But this action carried risks.
Another shot would give the other side an even more precise opportunity to determine his position.
A sniper revealing his location was extrely fatal.
"I want to wait a bit longer."
"Withdraw now! Imdiately! You and Oma drive to the sixth intersection to the west and wait for us. Before evacuating, have Oma activate the self-destruct device."
"Alright..."
The Hunter was still sowhat reluctant.
But Song Heping was the boss.
He had to listen to him.
Thus, the Hunter got up to pack his sniper rifle and, with his backpack already prepared, turned back to Oma and said, "Let's go!"
Oma had been watching their operations through the observer scope the entire ti, amazed at how unique Song Heping's tactical arrangents could be.
It was simply like waiting for others to do the hard work and then picking the fruits themselves.
Genius.
The timing was too precise.
No wonder when he ntioned yesterday that SAD's "Watcher" team had gotten involved, Song Heping wasn't panicky at all.
He probably got the idea to turn them against each other at that ti.
But as a Persian spy,
He was thrilled to see an Arican intelligence agency suffer such a setback.
Was there anything more enjoyable than ssing with the Aricans?
If the operation succeeded this ti, the higher-ups at Langley's headquarters would probably be smashing their desks in frustration.
The two n quickly packed up and headed for the stairwell.
Just as they stepped out of the room, they heard a strange sound.
In the quiet of the night, that sound was eerily unsettling.
The Hunter's face suddenly went pale.
"Run!"
He said and pulled Oma, sliding directly down the stairs.
Boom—
The room where they had just been had exploded violently.
The sound of the blast rang in Hunter and Oma's ears like clashing cymbals, their heads buzzing.
The blast wave poured out of the room's doorway, bringing a heap of pulverized debris and dust along with peeling wall paint, and covered the two at the stairwell corner from head to toe.
"FUCK! They're shelling us, run!"
The two didn't have ti to worry about their distress; they scrambled to their feet and rushed downstairs.
Along the way, the sound of explosions continued without cessation.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Finally, the two managed to escape to the ground floor, ran into another backup van in the backyard, and fled through the back door.
It was only after leaving the villa that Hunter took a deep breath of relief.
If he hadn't listened to Song Heping's advice and delayed for another thirty seconds, by now he might have been nothing but a corpse!
"Boss, we've escaped. We'll head to the intersection you told us to wait at."
"Good, hurry!"
While Hunter and Oma were awkwardly fleeing inside the building, 200 ters away at Hassan's villa's entrance, Martini frantically bombarded the building where Hunter had been with an M32 grenade launcher, firing until the drum magazine was empty.
Having lost a teammate during the operation had driven Martini into a frenzy, like Wu Zetian without her husband—bereft of sanity (Li Zhi).
"Enough! We need to pull out too! Even if there's a sniper in there, they're dead for sure!"
In the end, it was Benjamin, acting as the team leader, who managed to calm Martini down, who had made his launcher smoke from overuse.
The objective of the operation was Hassan.
Hassan had been taken.
What was paramount now was to get the man out.
Only by bringing him back would the mission be considered complete.
That was the core!
The team rapidly got into their car, Martini moving Benny's body from the driver's seat, his hands stained red with blood.
"We have to find out who did this!"
Martini clenched his teeth so hard they made a grating sound.
Though Benny had been the latest to join the Watcher squad and often ca across as frivolous, he had been with them for over two years. They were brothers in arms who had survived life and death together.
To die right before his eyes.
The pain made Martini's heart feel as if it were being scorched by flas.
The engine of the car was already running, the gear engaged.
He glanced around, the surroundings still plunged into darkness due to the power outage, with only the suspicious five-story building still ablaze in the distance.
To the southeast...
Instinctively, he avoided heading east, pressed the accelerator, and steered west.
However, what he might not have known was that this psychological reflex had plunged them into an abyss.
The police car sped forward at 80 kiloters per hour in a tourist community area where the roads were not spacious, with so cars parked on both sides; going too fast was certainly not an option.
When they passed the fourth intersection, he suddenly felt sothing dart out from the side.
A car!
In his peripheral vision, he guessed it was a car.
And it was moving incredibly fast.
Martini tried to dodge.
But it was already too late.
"Careful—"
Benjamin in the back seat issued a warning.
Duang—
In an instant, the violent collision caused the fast-moving police car to spin over 200 degrees and then flip over, crashing beyond the road and finally coming to a halt after colliding against a sedan parked by the roadside.
The car that had collided had executed the move skillfully, targeting the rear wheels...
The crash wasn't fatal, and although Benjamin and the other team mbers in the car were dazed and seeing stars, they still had so consciousness left.
For these rigorously trained Watchers, recovery would be swift.
Benjamin struggled to regain clarity and reached for his gun.
The collision had been deliberate.
The perpetrators would surely co to take soone.
It was almost certain that Hassan was the target.
Just as Benjamin's hand touched the gun, he heard sothing roll inside.
Benjamin's heart shook violently.
He inwardly cried out, "It's over..."
Bang—
The first muffled explosion.
Followed by a second one.
Bang—
Then a third...
Bang—
The people outside clearly had "great respect" for them.
In the cramped space, there were directly three shock bombs.
It instantly knocked the occupants unconscious.
"The door is jamd!"
White Bear shouted from outside as he tugged at the door.
Grey Wolf stepped down from the Volkswagen van, but he collapsed after the first step.
Song Heping turned back to ask him, "Are you alright?"
Grey Wolf cursed, "It damn near knocked out..."
Song Heping's gun was aid inside the police car; he first fired two shots at Martini in the driver's seat, then two more at the unconscious Benjamin.
He crouched down slowly, cautiously.
Then he saw two female Watchers inside.
"What a pity..."
Crack crack—
Crack crack—
Two bursts of fire sent the two won on their way.
"Stop wasting ti prying the door!"
Song Heping went down on the ground, crawled through the window, and grabbed Hassan.
"Drag out!"
White Bear, hearing the call, circled around and grabbed Song Heping's legs, pulling him out.
After Song Heping pulled Hassan out, he quickly checked the other man's pulse.
Although Hassan was also covered in blood, a closer examination revealed it was just superficial cuts, nothing serious.
"He's still alive. White Bear, Grey Wolf, take him and head to the sixth intersection."
"Okay."
The two lifted Hassan up, one on each side, and ran off at a sprint.
Song Heping stood his ground, glancing at the two cars, then fired two shots into the police car's fuel tank, threw a hand grenade, and ran away.
Boom—
After the explosion, flas leaped up and soon engulfed it into a fireball.
He returned to the Volkswagen, repeated the process, and turned the car into scrap tal.
Having done all this, he dashed off towards the rendezvous point agreed upon with Hunter and the rest.
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