The people in the hover vehicle were shaken up, but the ard personnel who had jumped out beforehand were unaffected.
"Hurry, get our mber out of there, quick, quick, quick!"
They quickly ran to the ambulance, opened the deford rear door, and dove inside to pull out the unconscious V.
As for the others, they were to be executed on the spot.
"Poof!"
The severely deford cabin shook violently again as the Trauma Team entered, indicating a fierce struggle.
In two to three breaths, a Trauma Team mber was thrown out, landing on the ground full of small knife wounds, a sight that made one’s scalp tingle.
The resident staggered inside the cabin, covered in blood, with his right hand transford into a bright surgical knife.
"Damn, at least I’m soone who makes a living wielding knives! Is it really necessary to look down on people like this?"
Brother Dao was right behind him, wearing an exoskeleton the squad had crowdfunded, pulling the resident back into the cabin and using the exoskeleton shield to block the torn cabin door.
As expected, bullets rained down like torrential downpour, clinking and clanking against the shield, while the two modified n originally ready to block the vehicle charged forward, poised to tear Brother Dao and the players in the cabin to shreds.
Just then, the already battered ambulance roared to life!
Vroom!
Because the side of the ambulance had collided with the hover vehicle, the Big Boss wasn’t killed outright, but managed to survive!
"What!"
The Trauma Team mbers, who thought they’d completed their mission, stared slack-jawed as the seemingly falling-apart ambulance started up again and left the damaged hover vehicle behind.
"Holy shit! Chase them!"
"The hover vehicle won’t start!" The accompanying technician was about to curse; this was the first ti he’d seen anyone use an ambulance to collide with a hover vehicle.
"South Grid 31 has been severely damaged by enemy impact with the vehicle body, request aerial support for enemy escape! Emphasizing! Enemy escape!."
The operator thought he’d misheard, what do you an by hover vehicle hit by enemy vehicle body? A change of scene to a gang fight?
"Please repeat, I need to confirm the situation."
"I’m not joking! South Grid 31 was severely damaged in the air by ERO with a vehicle body impact, request aerial support for enemy escape! Emphasizing! Enemy escape!."
Jack and V don’t participate in this fight; that’s what they agreed beforehand, and both are still unconscious inside, without the players’ resilience.
Just two minutes later, the sky was once again dotted with several floating images of Trauma Team vehicles, making everyone anxious yet angry.
The Big Boss was driving with one hand, "How far are you? We’re about done for!"
Brother Ni: "You’ve been caught up to?"
"Almost, okay!" Despite his bloody head from the collision, the Big Boss’s voice was still strong, even sowhat proud, "Had it not been for my driving skills, we would have already been turned into Trauma Team Stardust."
"Stardust, huh? Can you live off that?" Potato almost burst into laughter, "Soone wants you as Stardust, you should be thrilled."
"Get lost, you chicken! Believe it or not, I’ll co to your company tomorrow and kill you!"
The Big Boss laughed and cursed, entirely relaxed, but didn’t forget the real issue, "So many Trauma Teams have arrived, several hover vehicles, and there’s an expert I’ve never seen before inside, I’m telling you, be careful."
"Don’t worry, we’ve got everything ready, scared of nothing." The Wildman driving was indifferent, what could a bunch of Trauma Teams possibly do to players?
Delete their account?
Besides this ti, according to the mission requirent, they were all wearing matching uniforms.
But even so, nobody could say anything about it; is there a rule that rcenaries can’t wear the sa clothes?
Nonsense.
anwhile, atop a high-rise in Santo Domingo, countless people were watching this unusual rescue operation.
"Interesting... It’s the first ti I’ve seen a vehicle driven like this."
Military Technology Special Operations Director rcedes sat in her chair, amused as she watched the surveillance screen.
To her, this was a cat-and-mouse ga, the Trauma Team winning was only a matter of ti, this group of rcenaries couldn’t possibly offer any aningful resistance.
Were it not for Freddy’s request, she wouldn’t even bother with such street brawls.
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be quite a show.
"How many Trauma Team mbers went?"
"Four hover vehicles, two elite squads, two regular action teams."
"That many?"
rcedes almost burst out laughing, "Seems lately ERO has been quite a bother for the Trauma Team."
But as she looked at the investigation report brought by her subordinates, she grew gradually serious
"Just wonder how many people they can afford to lose..."
Recently, the Trauma Team has killed over a hundred rcenaries trying to seize patients.
This is an absurd number, almost a third of the rcenaries active in Santo Domingo daily.
With so many dead, even death-defying rcenaries should realize this money isn’t easy to earn, not to ntion ERO is just a small dical company that likely can’t pay much.
But these mysterious rcenaries are like unkillable cockroaches, completely devoid of fear, and still crazily clashing with the Trauma Team.
And no company would keep shoveling resources into this if a hundred people died with no benefits gained, they’d definitely pull back, not madness.
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