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Chapter 421 Shiraishi E: They're all masters of survival (2 updates)
boom--!
The roar of the Barrett M82A1 engine echoed across the dock, instantly shattering the silence of the night.

The mercenaries' tactical headsets immediately crackled with electrical static.

"Alpha-7 report! Gunfire from Sector D!" The sniper on the crane quickly adjusted his scope, his voice tense: "Target spotted, location: D-4 container area!"

Captain Jack immediately pressed his earpiece: "Attention everyone! Circular encirclement formation! Group A advances from the east, Group B blocks the west exit!"

The sniper on the crane licked his dry lips, his crosshairs firmly locked onto the dark figure standing on the container: "I've locked onto that ruthless bandit, I'm confident I can get a headshot!!"

"Grant firing permission." Jack gave the order without hesitation.

"Wait!" Amuro Tooru suddenly grabbed Jack's shoulder, warning him, "Don't let him shoot! That guy's instinct for danger is like a wild animal!"

Jack shook off his hand and sneered, "Can even the fastest reaction be faster than a sniper bullet? Alpha-7, execute orders!"

"Roger that." The sniper took a deep breath and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.

boom!
The sniper bullet whistled out, but at the critical moment, the ruthless bandit suddenly rolled to the side.

The bullet left only a gruesome bullet hole in the container.

"WTF? This is impossible!!" The sniper's eyes widened as he stared incredulously through the scope.

How the hell could you dodge that?

Upon hearing the sound of a sniper rifle, Amuro Tooru quickly urged, "Alpha-7, retreat immediately! He's spotted you!"

"So what if he finds out?" The sniper, trying to appear calm, adjusted his posture. "It's a multi-on-one situation now; he doesn't have time to look for us—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Through the scope, he saw in horror that the ruthless bandit Azu casually raised a Barrett rifle.

There wasn't even a aiming motion; the gun was simply pointed casually in his direction.

boom!
This was the last sound the sniper heard before he died.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing round shattered his night vision goggles and blew half of his skull away.

Blood and brain matter splattered onto the control panel of the crane, and the headless corpse slowly slid down.

The communication channel was completely silent.

“Alpha-7? Alpha-7!” Jack called out three times in a row, but only a hissing sound of electricity answered him.

For the first time, this battle-hardened veteran felt a chill run down his spine: "Damn it... Rum was actually telling the truth."

At first, he heard Rum talk about the bandit's strength. He thought Rum was joking, exaggerating, but now it seemed... Rum wasn't joking at all.

He slammed down the communication button, his voice hoarse with tension: "Attention everyone! Abandon light weapons! Immediately switch to RPGs and heavy machine guns! Repeat, don't conserve ammunition!"

"Bravo-2 received."

"Charlie-5 understands."

Responses began to come from the channel.

"Also, sniper team, listen up," Jack added, "You're only responsible for target location, absolutely no firing! Repeat, absolutely no firing!"

"Alpha-3 knows better than to fire, no matter what." The other sniper's voice was visibly trembling.

He had just witnessed his comrade being counter-sniped and was now clinging tightly to cover, barely breathing.

A few seconds later, reports began to come through the communication channel:
"No targets detected in area D-2."

“E-5 area cleaning”.

"Sector F!! He's in sector F, I saw him!"

"........."

An urgent report came through the mercenary's tactical headset.

Captain Jack immediately pressed the comms button: "Everyone, cover F area with fire! Don't conserve ammo!"

His voice sounded particularly menacing amidst the static: "Let him taste what it's like to be crushed by firepower!"

A dozen fully armed mercenaries immediately turned around, the barrels of their heavy machine guns gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

They no longer fought in a scattered manner, but advanced in a standard tactical formation, covering each other, with their guns always locked on every possible angle of fire ahead.

"Suspicious heat source detected!" a mercenary growled, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-!
Bullets rained down like a storm of metal, riddling the container with holes.

Another mercenary picked up an RPG, aimed, and fired immediately.

"boom!"

The explosion sent flames shooting into the sky, and the shockwave shattered all the nearby windows.

Oh shit!

Shiraishi rolled behind cover, shrapnel whizzing past his cheek and leaving a bloody mark.

He wiped it casually and chuckled, "Rum has finally really gone all out; he's not using a BB gun to fight me anymore."

He quickly peeked out and fired a shot back, but the mercenaries reacted incredibly fast—the moment he aimed, they had already retreated to cover and immediately changed positions.

They never peeked out to observe, relying entirely on their teammates' callouts and their intuition for "faith-based shooting," firing a few shots and then moving to a different location, taking the rules of battlefield survival to the extreme!

"Advance to the east! Group B, beware of crossfire!" Jack's calm voice commanded over the communication channel.

Shiraishi noticed that the others were gradually surrounding him. He knew these mercenaries were on a completely different level from the previous fodder.

The organization's assassins, police officers, and secret agents are utterly ridiculous in the face of real professional soldiers, like children playing house.

These veterans who survived the battlefield are exceptionally difficult to kill.

No wonder it takes an average of 100 bullets to kill one enemy soldier on the battlefield.

Damn, they're really good at hiding.

They're all masters of surviving to the bitter end.

They wouldn't have survived; their bodies would have been cold long ago.

Just as he was lost in thought, a grenade suddenly rolled to his feet.

"Damn it!" Shiraishi E suddenly lunged to the side.

boom!
The shockwave from the explosion caused his ears to ring incessantly, and a gash was cut open on his left arm by shrapnel, with blood dripping down his arm.

Shiraishi glanced at her injured left arm and took two deep breaths.

With the ability to "regenerate blood through respiration," the wound healed quickly.

"You can't get distracted during a battle," Shiraishi E remarked, quickly throwing a few C4s at the enemy to cause an explosion.

Two loud booms were heard, and then it became much quieter over there.

But Shiraishi E knew that she had probably just been wasting her time.

A thought flashed through his mind—should he just order missiles to bombard the ground?

But the next second, he rejected the idea.

No, that's too boring!

A mad smile crept onto Shiraishi E's lips.

It's rare to encounter such an interesting opponent... It's too boring to just finish it off like this.

With that in mind, he quickly purchased more than ten small attack drones from the bandit mall.

He slid his hands rapidly across the controllers, maneuvering the drone to take off immediately.

The infrared sight locked onto the heat sources of several mercenaries in the distance.

However, before he could press the attack button, the controller screen suddenly flickered a few times and turned into a snowy display.

"Signal jamming?" The thug paused for a moment, then laughed, "You're quite well prepared!"

In the distance, Amuro Tooru stood next to an electronic warfare device disguised as a truck, looking at the "jamming successful" message on the screen, and nodded in satisfaction!

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Blow up the drone right now, don't give it any chance!"

The other mercenaries were also aware of the threat posed by the drones.

They immediately concentrated their firepower on these dangerous little gadgets and used them as bombs.

Shiraishi then tossed the remote control aside, calmly lit a cigarette, and her eyes sharpened.

Since we can't use high-tech equipment, let's play with something primitive!

With that in mind, he decisively purchased a series of smoke bombs from the bandit shop.

Click——

He simultaneously pulled the pins on five smoke grenades and threw them in all directions at different angles.

Repeat this action.

After throwing fifty smoke grenades in a row.

Thick smoke instantly enveloped the entire dock area, reducing visibility to less than a meter.

"Smoke grenades! Everyone on high alert!" Jack's voice crackled through the comms: "Switch to thermal imaging! Don't give him a chance to get close!"

But it's too late.

A scream suddenly came from the smoke, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A mercenary's body flew out of the smoke and crashed heavily onto the container.

"Get out of the smoke range! Get out of there right now!!" Jack yelled.

Gunshots rang out intermittently amidst the thick smoke, but more often there were muffled thuds of flesh colliding and short screams of agony.

Shiraishi E's figure moved through the smoke like a ghost, each appearance accompanied by the fall of a mercenary.

Of course, he wasn't feeling too good either.

These mercenaries are incredibly ruthless. As soon as they sensed something was wrong, they started shooting, completely disregarding whether the approaching soldiers were their own teammates; their own lives were the most important thing!

Amuro Tooru stood on the outside, listening to the screams coming from the communication channel, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This guy... he's a monster.

He realized that these mercenaries alone wouldn't be enough to deal with that ruthless bandit.

So, Amuro Tooru quietly left when the others weren't paying attention.

(End of this chapter)