Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 39 This is a rare practical experience

The defense of the Ten Rings Gang's base was very loose, at least from Alvin's current perspective, it was almost full of loopholes.

He parked his military Humvee a few miles away and sneaked over under cover of darkness to avoid alerting the enemy.

I thought it was the extremist organization that kidnapped Tony Stark in the movie, but there were only a few people on guard, two of whom were even dozing off.

"Okay, okay, no wonder Obadiah could kill him. He's too weak!"

There were no sentries, no patrols, and no guards. The whole camp seemed lax, making Alvin, who sneaked in cautiously, look like a clown.

"Fuck, is this considered a terrorist organization?" Alvin was so angry that his liver hurt. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "They are worse than the gangsters below. If it weren't for the support of Old Michael and Obadiah behind them, I would never believe that this bunch of scumbags could attack Tony Stark."

If it were Tucker, he would be able to cut off the head of the leader of the Ten Commandments Gang in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, and then carry it out in a swagger.

But no matter how much we complain, we still have to do our work!
Under the cover of the desert night, Alvin used the skills he learned from Tucker and sneaked into the base silently like a ghost in the dark.

"It's just right. I can take this opportunity to practice my stealth skills." Alvin drew out the combat knife from his waist, crouched down and moved forward slowly, his breathing slowed down and his footsteps almost disappeared.

Soon, he got behind the first sentry and suddenly attacked with lightning speed.

Covering the mouth and cutting the throat, these two actions were done in one go without any pause.

The sentry opened his eyes wide, his pupils filled with fear, and he didn't know who killed him until his death.

"Hmm, the movements are still not smooth enough." Alvin carefully felt the series of assassination actions just now and found a little mistake. The movements were too large and it was easy to make noises.

If Tucker had done it, there wouldn't be any sound, and so much blood wouldn't have spurted out.

Now that the error has been found, all that remains is to correct it bit by bit.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of scum in the base, which is enough for him to practice slowly and correct his mistakes.

As for the reason, there is no special reason. Jamil gave him a clay jar of clean water, and in return, Alvin would help him destroy the organization.

By the way, you can also practice Tucker's skills. Kill two birds with one stone. Is there anything better than this?

"The angle of the knife was off by a few degrees."

“Be aware of your surroundings to avoid making unnecessary noise.”

"Well, next time you can just stab the heart, so there won't be so much blood splattering."

“This is valuable practical experience!”

After getting rid of the last sentry, Alvin wiped the blood off his combat knife and turned his gaze towards the tents in the base.

There should still be a lot of dregs in there, right?
Just as Alvin was about to sneak into the tent and kill the people inside, a man suddenly walked out of the cave.

"Shet!"

Alvin cursed inwardly, knowing that his plan had failed.

Sure enough, the man saw the yellow sand stained red with blood and the sentry who died miserably, and he ran back to the cave with horror on his face.

Without saying a word, Alvin pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The sound of the bomb explosion is extremely loud, especially in the open desert environment.

The man's head and upper body were blown to pieces by a bomb. The bullet even embedded itself into the cave, creating a dent as big as a washbasin!

Blowing away the gun smoke from the muzzle, Alvin said calmly, "Very good, now it's time for the second training, shooting and encounter combat."

As soon as the words fell, a piercing alarm suddenly broke the silence of the night. The terrorists awakened by the alarm rushed out of the tent with guns in hand. After seeing the sentry being killed, they started firing indiscriminately with their AK47s without any training, focusing on their casual shooting skills and overwhelming the enemy with their momentum!
Although Alvin was wearing a carapace, it only covered the upper body and had no helmet. If he got shot in the head, he would have nowhere to appeal.

He rolled over and hid in the bunker, rubbing his brows, a little helpless: "Can't you just lie on the bed and let me kill them one by one to save some ammunition?"

You know, the standard Astra Militarum bolter that Tucker gave him only had forty bullets in total.

Each bullet was precious and there was no way to replenish it after it was used up. This made Alvin a little conflicted. It really hurt to use it on this group of scum!
As for the plasma gun... forget it, these scum don't deserve it!
Alvin thought about it and decided to use it sparingly, so he put on the deflection defense shield and rushed out from behind the cover at an extremely fast speed.

Crackling!

A string of bullets hit the carapace, but it was completely blocked, not even the paint was scratched off.

With the 'Deflection Defense Device', Alvin didn't have to worry about being shot in the head by a lucky shot. He moved around in cover several times and directly shortened the distance between him and the group of terrorists.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

A bearded man who looked quite high in status ordered the people around him to pick up the rocket launcher.

But just as he was about to aim, the corners of Alvin's lips slightly raised, revealing a death smile on his face: "Very good, we are finally within attack distance. Now, it's my turn to perform!"

The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and a thin layer of frost condensed in the desert.

It was as if the wailing of countless souls were echoing in the wind, and the heads of the terrorists on the opposite side exploded one after another like smashed watermelons!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
If there were a filter, it would surely be a gorgeous fireworks show.

"Devil! He is the devil!"

"Help!"

"No, I surrender, don't kill me!"

But unfortunately, no matter how those terrorists begged for mercy, they could not escape death.

Soon, silence returned to the Ten Commandments base.

The sticky filth mixed with red and white was smeared on the yellow sand like paint on a scroll.

Just then, gunshots were suddenly heard in the cave.

"Come on! Come on! You cowards!"

I saw a huge tin man with flames coming out of the cave with his arms, shouting excitedly: "Tony Stark is here, get out of here!"

The Tin Man's movements suddenly stiffened, as if he had been cast into a state of immobilization by a witch.

Looking at the messy base with brains all over the ground and headless corpses, the Tin Man vomited after a brief brainstorm.

"Ugh—Fuck, fuck, what is this?!"

Tony's stomach was churning and he wanted to vomit out the meal he had eaten the day before.

At this moment, he saw the young man in the desert, looking at him with strange eyes: "Are you okay?"

The first meeting between the two left a huge psychological trauma on Tony.

So after returning, Tony completely stopped eating any food related to white and sticky.

(End of this chapter)