Chapter 1405: Chapter 675: North Arican Divine Sword!
Lucas’s voice dropped even lower, “I don’t know anything else.”
“Got it.” Colonel Jas Water stood up and patted Lucas on the shoulder, “You go rest first. When we take action, soone will take you out of here.”
Lucas shook his head and clutched the corner of Colonel Jas Water’s coat: “I want to go with you guys… I know all the paths in the slum, more accurately than your maps.”
The other party was about to refuse, when the Brazilian Colonel said, “Let him go, the alleys of Rosinha are more chaotic than a spider’s web. Our soldiers will get lost inside, having Lucas lead the way will save a lot of ti.”
Jas Water stared into Lucas’s eyes; there was no fear, only a fierce drive for revenge.
He nodded, “Alright, but you must stay by my side and don’t wander off.”
At 2 PM, the final preparations before the operation began.
The North Arican Divine Sword team was divided into several groups: Colonel Jas Water led a team himself, with a total of 38 people, tasked with infiltrating the flour mill and taking down the Red Command’s command point; the remaining groups, each with 16 mbers, were tasked with rescuing hostages, with the Copacabana Hotel being the entry point.
He held the walkie-talkie, speaking in a low voice, “If you encounter a patrol team, strike first, leave no survivors. Red Command’s n are die-hards, even if captured you won’t get anything from them, and they’ll expose your location.”
“Group B received.” Group B leader Rodriguez’s voice ca through the walkie-talkie, “The rear door of the hotel has a sewer entrance, we can go in from there to avoid the front guards.”
“Group C received.” Demolition expert Kargory’s voice carried a hint of nervousness, “We can only dismantle the C4 manually, it will take ti.”
“I’ll give you forty minutes.”
Jas Water looked at the chanical watch on his wrist, “At four o’clock sharp, the three groups will act simultaneously. The operation code na is ‘Witch Hunt.’
Lucas suddenly tugged on Jas Water’s coat, pointing to an inconspicuous red dot on the map, “There’s a secret tunnel here, from the abandoned water pipe at the edge of the slum, you can get directly to the underground of the flour mill. I found it when I was hiding from them before.”
Colonel Jas Water’s eyes lit up, he imdiately adjusted the plan: “Group A will take the secret tunnel, Lucas leads the way, the other groups follow the original plan. Keep communication open, and call for support imdiately if you hit trouble.”
At 3:50 PM, at the edge of Rosina Slum.
Group A followed Lucas, squeezing into an abandoned water pipe less than a ter in diater. The pipe was filled with sewage and garbage, emitting a pungent stench. The sewage was ankle-deep, its icy touch making everyone shiver.
The Colonel led the way, the beam of his flashlight swaying along the pipe walls, illuminating the rats and cockroaches inside.
“Turn left ahead, then another fifty ters to the entrance of the basent.” Lucas’s voice bounced off the walls of the pipe, with a muffled echo.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard from afar.
Colonel Jas Water imdiately turned off the flashlight, motioning for everyone to stop and pressed his ear against the pipe wall to listen to the sounds outside.
“Damn this weather, so humid and hot.”
A drug trafficker’s voice ca through, laced with impatience and curses, “The boss too, making us patrol this crummy place, might as well be at the hotel with a couple of foreign chicks.”
“Shut the hell up, didn’t you see the bodies thrown down? Those foreign bastards’ brains splattered all over my shoes.”
Another voice chid in, “If the police sneak in, we’re all dead.”
The footsteps slowly faded, only then did Jas Water turn back on the flashlight, speaking in a low voice, “Speed up, we have ten minutes left.”
Finally, at the end of the pipe, an iron grate appeared.
Lucas pulled a rusty screwdriver from his pocket, wedged it into the gap of the grate, and with a forceful twist—”Click”—the grate was pried open, leaving a gap.
Jas Water was the first to crawl out, gun in hand as he surveyed the surroundings.
The basent was piled with flour sacks, the air filled with the slls of flour and mold. In the corner were several boxes of AK-47 ammunition. He signaled “safe” to those behind him as they crawled out one by one, quietly closing the grate.
“The command point is just upstairs.”
Lucas pointed to the stairs leading to the first floor, “There are two guards at the stairway entrance, both wielding machine guns.”
Jas Water retrieved a silenced pistol from his waist, handing it to a teammate beside him, “You and I will go up and take out the guards, the others wait here and stay alert.”
The two crouched as they crept up the stairs.
The stairs were wooden, creaking softly underfoot. Just as they reached the first floor, Colonel Jas Water heard the guards chatting above.
“Do you think the boss can win this ti? If the Brazilian governnt sends the army, will our numbers be enough?”
“Screw it! We have RPGs and so many hostages. Will the army dare co? Besides, Boss Marcus said, if Rio isn’t in our hands, then we’ll take these hostages down with us!”
The Colonel signaled with his eyes, the teammate nodded, suddenly standing up, the silenced pistol aid at the left guard.
The sound of a “poof,” a bullet pierced the guard’s temple, blood splattering against the wall.
The right guard hadn’t reacted when Jas Water lunged forward, clapping a hand over his mouth, while the dagger in his right hand plunged into his throat, twisting the blade to sever the windpipe.
The guard’s body slumped to the ground, Jas Water dragged him to the corner of the stairwell, then said into the walkie-talkie: “A Group has reached the first floor, guards have been dealt with, preparing to advance to the command point.”
anwhile, at the sewer entrance of the Copacabana Hotel.
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