Chapter 877: Chapter 466: False Condolences VS Rocket Launcher Condolences!_2
“What about the won performing up there?” the adjutant asked, suddenly stunned.
“Blow them up together.”
Dias’s remark was far too dangerous. If this were the Millennium era, he’d probably get “punched” to death.
But here, on the battlefield, there’s no distinction between genders. His orders were simple: eliminate the U.S. Military supply depot here.
Then complete the mission.
“Understood!”
Why did the adjutant’s voice sound so excited?
Indeed…
After being in the army for so long, everyone ends up a little twisted.
anwhile, the performance below grew increasingly outrageous…
This obviously wasn’t so respectable girl group.
Maybe just friends of the organizers.
In any case, towards the end, a Black U.S. soldier rushed onto the stage, moving his body like he was in heat.
But it was obscene…
He groped the won in the group, making them scream in shock. Yet the louder they scread, the more excited he and the rest of the soldiers below beca.
And the South Korean n…
Seeing this increasingly outrageous scene, they started to feel sothing was off. So wanted to intervene but were held back by their squad leader.
Are you joking?
Didn’t you see the dads were having the ti of their lives?
South Korea…
Has it ever truly been independent?
The Black soldier hoisted one of the won from the group, stripped off his own clothes, and flexed his muscles.
The air seed to be filled with the scent of springing mongrels.
Dias witnessed all of this, crystal clear, and then turned his head to see the adjutant already back, wearing the sa astonished look.
Clearly…
He was just as stunned by these scenes.
Dias patted the man’s shoulder. “Stop watching. Get ready for combat. The blood and sweat we shed here—all of it is just so our children and wives won’t endure such humiliation. That’s all!”
“Freedom and democracy will eventually liberate the United States!”
Dias waved his hand, and more than 20 rocket launcher operatives behind him quickly ran over, crouching along the edge.
“Load up! Take aim!”
Each soldier carried an M136 AT4—a weapon with devastating power, specifically designed for taking out armored vehicles and tanks in ambushes.
This thing…
Big bang guaranteed!
“Fire!” Lieutenant Colonel Diara chopped his right hand downward firmly.
27 rocket launchers aid at the stage below, pulling their triggers!
Whoosh~
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The tails of the rockets tore through the darkness, swooping downward!
Onstage, the Black officer was already lost in the mont, planning to carry his chosen woman off towards the back.
As he stepped down the stairs…
A rocket struck right in front of his feet. The searing heat, combined with the shockwave and a scattering of shrapnel, instantly vaporized the two into a blood mist.
No one knows where their severed limbs ended up…
Terror-stricken, everyone stared at the scene. A South Korean soldier with glasses suddenly seed compelled to look upward.
All he saw was a dense cluster of rockets “screaming” as they plumted down.
His face turned whiter than his backside, and he scread frantically…
But it was far too late by then.
They yelled as they scattered in all directions…
Boom boom boom!!
The rockets instantly engulfed the entire area around the stage.
One struck a sedan directly, seemingly detonating its fuel tank. The massive explosion blew the multi-ton car to pieces, and with a “whoosh,” a car door decapitated one very unlucky South Korean soldier…
“Action! Action!”
Diara led his troops charging down from the hills, firing at the fleeing soldiers.
A burst from the machine gun left four or five soldiers shredded, blood and flesh everywhere.
The sudden assault left the South Korea Special Forces and U.S. Military utterly unprepared; so tried to run back to the dormitories to retrieve their guns.
They were shot down along the way.
The battle ended quickly, within half an hour…
The bulk of the forces had been distracted by the performance, and the first wave left them dazed and confused…
“Help… Help…”
A bloody hand grasped Diara’s boot. Looking down, he saw it belonged to a legless girl group mber.
Her clothes had been blown off, but just as much—so had her chest. Her face was pitch black and unrecognizable.
There was no way to match her to the woman who had been dancing earlier.
What was keeping her alive…
Perhaps just willpower and a refusal to succumb.
“Sorry.”
Diara hesitated briefly, then emptied his magazine into her until his pistol clicked empty.
“You danced way too provocatively.”
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“Fall back! Retreat!” He glanced at his watch and shouted.
The essence of guerrilla warfare is to strike and run.
The squad efficiently retreated into the mountain paths, blowing up all the vehicles before leaving.
The nearest military checkpoint to this supply depot was 60 kiloters away, and they hadn’t even heard the sounds of the battle.
It wasn’t until the next day that a convoy of South Korean reporters and U.S. soldiers arrived here.
Looking at the corpses scattered everywhere and the lingering sll of gunpowder in the air, their pupils shrank slightly.
“Assib…”
A South Korean reporter stood dumbstruck. They had co here to write a story praising the South Korean Army’s performance in the US-xico War.
But…
They hadn’t written a word yet, and it had completely fallen apart.
“How… How do we report this?”
Suddenly, a young reporter blurted out a question.
Everyone turned to look at him, their stares making his face pale with fear.
“Report to headquarters: A skilled xican unit with heavy weaponry has infiltrated. Request tactical support from Special Forces!”
…
Washington. National Square.
A middle-aged man, wearing glasses and sporting a neat mustache, fed pigeons with corn.
His face displayed… a smile.
To a stranger, he might appear saintly.
But in truth, he was the current leader of the world’s most ruthless organization — Hydra’s boss, Heinrich Louis Bodr!
Known in the United States as: “The most mysterious lunatic criminal!”
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