Chapter 29 Mission (4)

  The mustachioed general took a sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed intently on the large screen. Although there was no expression on his face, his heart had already begun to seethe with excitement.

  The eyes of the Wolf Mercenary Corps weren't wrong! These two people, after just half a year of military training, are not inferior to any special forces soldier. The 16th, who can shoot accurately from 100 paces, and the intelligent and powerful 17th... it's probably not difficult for these two to complete this mission with ease. I was still puzzled earlier about how they managed to steal the toxin and receive their reward, but now everything makes sense!

  On the 17th, people with wisdom and ability are always the most terrifying in the world...

  In another distant command room, the black bear was excitedly pounding his fist next to a kitchen knife: "See that? We really didn't misjudge him. I didn't expect this kid not only can fight, but also think so quickly! This method, I wouldn't have thought of it in my lifetime!"

  "Indeed." The chef's knife took a deep breath: "This kid is really not ordinary, his plan is many times better than what we came up with. And the 16th one next to him, according to the data, this guy's marksmanship is in no way inferior to Scorpion's, he just lacks actual combat experience. Tsk... our mercenary group has added another batch of fresh blood, those other teams are going to be so jealous of us!"

  "It's going to be a good show!" The black bear grabbed the kitchen knife: "Come on, let's go have a couple of drinks!"

  The next day, after more than 20 hours, we only ate some military dry rations and drank water, and that was it. As the time for the drug transaction drew near, several cars drove into the factory. A few thin black men holding AKs and other weapons quickly jumped out of the car and roughly checked the warehouse in front of me, confirming our previous suspicions.

  Kim Ji-hoon and I were both on high alert, nervously observing our surroundings. In the damp and dark grass thicket, the numerous small animals had already gotten me annoyed, and I was a bit envious of Kim Ji-hoon's location, which had good air and was dry. Fortunately, I had brought insect repellent, and the oil paint also had an effect on preventing mosquitoes, allowing me to avoid their attacks. Otherwise, I might have fallen victim to them before even firing a shot.

  In the midst of my anxiety, I heard Kim Ji-hoon's hoarse voice coming from the earpiece, startling me: "17, this is 16! Two black SUVs are heading towards the factory, number of people unknown, armed, over."

  There are only two cars, it seems that the drug dealer sent someone to check the situation first, and they will come to trade only if everything is safe. They're really cunning! According to the intelligence, the trading time is almost here.

  "Let them in, keep a low profile, done."

  I pulled out the bomb remote control, looking at the red button on it, my body couldn't help but tremble slightly, unable to distinguish whether it was tension or excitement.

  Before long, the sound of car engines roared from the right side, and two black off-road vehicles drove into the factory, stopping in front of the workshop we had already set up. More than a dozen foreign big men got out of the cars, most of whom were slender blacks, each holding different weapons. AK-47, M16, G36, and incredibly, there was even a white man holding an SVD sniper rifle.

  This momentum is completely different from the previous ones. After waiting for a day and night, the real thing is finally about to appear! I'm getting excited.

  A black man who seemed to be the leader waved his hand at the crowd, and everyone dispersed in all directions, leaving a few people on guard. The rest of them went around checking everywhere. Meanwhile, the white man holding the sniper rifle walked straight towards the chimney where Kim Ji-hoon was hiding.

  Kim Ji-joon is in trouble. Dammit! Why did they all focus on that place?!

  The remaining people casually dispersed and then gathered together again, hooking shoulders and sharing cigarettes. They looked like they were very familiar with the place, as if they had made many transactions here before without any incidents, so they didn't really take precautions as a matter of routine.

  "Enemy sniper heading towards your position at grid 16. Do not reveal yourself, take him out! Over."

  "Understood, over."

  I watched as the white sniper slowly crawled up the handrail to the top of the chimney, gun in hand, and disappeared from my line of sight. All I heard through the earpiece was a muffled grunt, followed by a few intense gasps for breath, and then three knocks indicating safety. The safe signal meant that Kim Ji-hoon had taken out the white sniper with his knife, and the crowd in front of me still didn't react, remaining gathered together. It wasn't until then that I remembered, although Kim Ji-hoon was thorough and ruthless during training, it seemed like this was actually his first time killing someone!

  Training and actually using a knife or gun to kill someone are two completely different concepts. I've personally used a knife to chop people before, so I have some mental endurance for this kind of bloody thing, and can barely be called a veteran. But him..., I'm worried about him.

  Perhaps I was overthinking, the anatomy class during training should be able to build a solid fortress in Kim Jiwon's heart. The corpse on the operating table was dissected and placed piece by piece on one side, with internal organs dripping blood and water, placed in a tray waiting for the instructor to give us a detailed explanation.

  Is it just these trainings that can't improve one's endurance?

  The time is almost up, the black leader looked at his wristwatch and opened his mobile phone to make a call. After hanging up the phone, several people extinguished the cigarettes in their hands and dispersed to stand guard around them. It seems that the real protagonist is coming!

  Half an hour later, Kim Jijun reported that a convoy was approaching. A few minutes later, a fleet of seven or eight sedans, off-road vehicles and a van drove in. The van drove directly into the factory building, while the other cars stopped outside. More than 20 drug dealers carrying various weapons got out one after another, including several guys carrying Russian-made РПГ-7 anti-tank rocket launchers and Soviet RPG-7 rocket launchers. I really can't understand why they need to carry rocket launchers for a simple drug deal?

  The last one to get out of the sedan was a black man in his twenties. His body was very strong, with a cigar in his mouth and a gold chain as thick as a thumb around his neck, who was one of the drug lords that the mission required to be eliminated. Leaving a few people standing outside the warehouse on guard, the black leader was surrounded by everyone like a star and walked into the warehouse.

  Mistake! Didn't install explosives outside the factory building, caused a lot of extra trouble.

  "Attention, vehicle No. 17, another team is coming, over."

  The two main characters have finally appeared! It was worth it for me to painstakingly prepare a big meal for you, and to guard here for a day and night!

  "I coldly stared at the drug dealer in front of me and said, 'Number 16, according to the original plan, first take out the two main targets, then take out the heavy weapons outside the factory. The bomb may not necessarily harm anyone there, it's done.'"

  "Understood, over."

  The second convoy slowly drove to the outside of the factory, and similarly, 20 or 30 fully armed drug dealers walked out from inside. More than 60 drug dealers made the huge factory seem a bit crowded. A man in his forties with blonde hair and blue eyes, surrounded by his followers, shook hands and hugged the black leader, chatting intimately. I hid in the bushes, observing secretly through the gaps between the stones. After talking for a while, the black leader made a gesture of invitation and led the other to the back of the truck. The transaction began!

  A young brother standing beside him quickly opened the cargo door, and a young brother climbed up to take out a bag of white powder and handed it over to the blond man. The blond man pulled out a small dagger and pierced the plastic bag, dipped a little white powder, put it in his mouth and tasted it, nodded his head in satisfaction, and immediately led the black leader to the wooden box placed in the middle by us. Several young brothers under him saw this and immediately took four or five suitcases from the trunk of a car and walked in.

  "Ready!" I exclaimed in a low, excited voice, my trembling hand hovering over the red button.

  "The goal is clear." Kim Jee-joon's voice had returned to calm, and his breathing was also normal. Although I didn't know what he was thinking inside, at least he looked okay, hopefully nothing would go wrong!

  At this time, several little brothers had walked to within two meters of the wooden box. The moment had arrived! I gave a decisive command into my earpiece: "Fire!"

  Bang...

  A gunshot rang out, and with the sound of a bullet piercing the air, the black leader's head, which had been smiling just moments before, was blown apart by a sniper rifle bullet, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere. The white target, who had been splattered with blood, froze for a moment, staring at the black leader's body lying on the ground, before finally reacting. As he fell to the ground, he was about to pull out his handgun from his waist when another gunshot rang out, and he too followed in the footsteps of the black leader!

  The war has begun!

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