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Chapter 266 The Biggest Spy in the Federation
"Team B, flank from the left entrance, block the back door, and control the fire exit."

"Team C, seal off the passage from the top floor to the rooftop and ensure no one escapes."

"Group D, rooftop rappelling! Remain concealed, report immediately after confirming target location."

"Sniper team, take note: not only control the high ground, but also keep a close watch on all escape routes and be ready to provide fire support at any time."

"Team A, charge in head-on! This is not an exercise, nor is it negotiation; it's a counter-terrorism operation! Leave no survivors!"

"action!"

Outside an apartment building in Los Angeles, at Jack's command, fully armed counterterrorism agents swiftly launched their operation.

They were dressed in heavy bulletproof vests, carrying MP5 submachine guns, and wearing the latest model of quad-eye night vision goggles. Their tactical movements were clean and efficient, and their teamwork was seamless.

To ensure the surprise of the operation, they did not evacuate the building's residents in advance.

At that moment, the panicked residents were terrified when they saw the special police with live ammunition pouring in, and they all took cover.

Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted from one of the floors!

The residents who were initially observing panicked and ran away with their heads in their hands.

"Group D, what's going on?" Jack asked in a deep voice as he quickly made his way up the stairwell.

He clearly assigned Group D a reconnaissance mission, so how did the other groups break out into a firefight before they were even in position?

"Sir! The enemy's surveillance system has detected us ahead of schedule!" came the urgent report through the headset, accompanied by bursts of gunfire and the groans of pain from the team members.

Jack quickened his pace: "Wasn't the power already cut off?"

"Cobra's people installed independently powered miniature cameras in the corridors and outside! We were spotted as soon as we entered!"

"Enemy numbers?"

"At least fifty or sixty people! The entire floor is their safe house! Most of them are nanobots!"

"Avoid direct confrontation, I'm on my way!"

Before he finished speaking, Jack had already shaken off his teammates and leaped up the stairs in three quick steps.

He grabbed the railing with one hand, used the momentum to leap, and moved as nimbly as a monkey, disappearing from the team members' sight in an instant.

Gunshots rang out deafeningly in the upstairs corridor.

More than a dozen counter-terrorism officers were suppressed by firepower and forced to retreat to a corner.

Their opponents numbered only four or five, but they were armed with two submachine guns and completely disregarded their own safety.

These nano-soldiers not only don't wear bulletproof vests, but their shooting accuracy is also far inferior to that of SWAT teams.

But what makes them terrifying is that, as long as they are not blown off in the head or have limbs severed, the nanobots can quickly repair their injuries and maintain their combat capabilities.

What's more complicated is that there are dozens of such soldiers on this floor, while the rest are destroying documents in a safe room in preparation for evacuation.

"Bang bang bang-"

Gunfire continued, and several counter-terrorism soldiers lay wounded and groaning in pain in the corridor.

Just as this group was preparing for a tactical retreat, the fire door in the stairwell was suddenly kicked open!

As one of the nanobot warriors turned around, a flash of cold light appeared, and his vision suddenly spun around!

The last thing I saw was my own headless body, gushing blood, slowly collapsing!

"Sir!"

The members of Group D, who were struggling to stay afloat, shouted with joy.

The person who arrived was none other than Jack, who had rushed over at top speed!

He held a specially made alloy blade, the blade of which emitted high-frequency laser vibrations, transforming into an indestructible laser samurai sword.

"Om-!"

Jack moved with ghostly speed, and before the nanobots could even raise their guns and aim, his laser blade had already drawn an arc.

The blade flashed like a hot knife through butter, slicing the enemy in half at the waist. Before his upper body even hit the ground, a swift upward slash followed, precisely decapitating him and ending his mobility completely!

Seeing this, the Cobra members who were preparing to evacuate at the other end of the corridor roared and charged towards Jack, raining down bullets.

“Notify all teams,” Jack cracked his knuckles, his voice icy, “Seal off all exits of the building. No one is to leave until the clearing is complete, including residents and staff!”

"understand!"

The team members nodded emphatically, gave their commander one last respectful look, and swiftly carried out the order.

They had no concern for Jack's safety, not out of indifference, but out of absolute trust and adoration.

As the operations leader, Jack always led from the front in high-risk missions. Over the years, no matter how fierce the enemy, none could withstand his onslaught. This legendary invincibility had deeply impressed everyone, earning the sincere admiration and unwavering loyalty of the entire organization.

At this moment, Jack's right hand wielded a laser sword with a cold gleam, while his left hand held a modified large-caliber hand cannon. Wielding both weapons simultaneously, he was invincible.

The corridor was filled only with the hum of lasers and the roar of gunfire.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and his strength was astonishing; with a casual swing, flesh and blood would fly everywhere.

"boom!"

After blowing the enemy's head off with a single shot, he suddenly ducked, as if he had anticipated the bullet coming from the side.

The laser blade slashed sharply upwards, splitting the nanobot warrior in two from hip to top!
The bullets were fast, but his knife was even faster.

In the blink of an eye, they killed off the enemies who were close at hand, leaving only broken limbs scattered on the ground.

At that moment, three nanobots pounced on Jack and engaged in close combat. One of them held him tightly around the waist, while the other two locked his neck and legs respectively.

But what's terrifying is that this seemingly weak body seems to contain a violent power. With just a slight shift of the shoulder and a twist of the waist, it broke free from the three people's restraints.

The laser blade spun around the waist, a flash of cold light, and the three halves of the corpses crashed to the ground!

In just a few dozen seconds, the entire corridor was littered with corpses, with only Jack standing there holding a knife.

Just as he was about to call his team to come in and clear the battlefield, he suddenly frowned, then stomped on the floor and his body shot backward several meters like an arrow.

"boom!"

The carpet and tiles where they were standing were blasted into a deep crater the size of a washbasin.

At the end of the corridor ahead, a gigantic figure, far exceeding the size of an ordinary nanobot warrior, slowly approached, his eyes fixed intently on Jack.
Minutes later, the counterterrorism agents scattered throughout the building received orders and quickly assembled, rushing towards the target floor.

Upon entering the battlefield, everyone was speechless with shock at the sight before them.

The long corridor was littered with broken pieces of flesh, and the carpet was stained dark red with blood. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The team members proceeded cautiously, checking each body one by one, and finally found their commander on a pile of twisted and deformed corpses.

At this moment, Jack was kneeling on one knee, with the body of a muscular man who was over two meters tall beneath him. The man's head was missing, and smoke was still rising from the severed neck.

Many people couldn't help but swallow hard upon seeing this, secretly marveling, "What an incredible tough guy!" "Sir, are you alright?" his subordinate asked anxiously.

Jack shook his head and looked down at his injuries.

In that fierce battle just now, this nanobot, which was clearly different from the other nanobots, put him under tremendous pressure.

Not only can the opponent use nanobots to form protective armor on the surface of their skin to resist attacks, but their limbs can also transform into weapons. Coupled with their strength and speed, which are comparable to Jack's, they are arguably the strongest opponent Jack has ever encountered in his career.

Fortunately, the laser knife in his hand was sharp enough. He seized the opening where the opponent changed his move and, at the cost of injury, finally severed his head.

With the help of his men, he slowly got up and, through the radio, instructed the other action groups in the city: when encountering elite nanobots, do not engage in direct combat; prioritize calling for fire support; if possible, engage them from a distance; and avoid close combat.

After a simple bandage, Jack fell into deep thought.

The fact that a single outpost possesses such formidable elite warriors and dozens of ordinary nanobots suggests that Cobra may have already mastered the technology to mass-produce enhanced warriors.

The thought that such a dangerous organization was still operating in the shadows made Jack clench his fists.

At this time, he was unaware that Cobra had been completely dismantled by Rorschach and others, and that its remaining forces had been absorbed by the Ghost Party.

Of course, if he knew this news, he would probably only have a bigger headache.

After all, Cobra's goal is to become a global hegemon, making enemies of over a hundred countries worldwide. Rorschach's Spectre, on the other hand, targets only the United States.

It's worth noting that the federal government's international reputation hasn't been very good in recent years.

If the Federation truly falls into crisis, the first to kick it while it's down will likely not be the major powers with opposing ideologies, but rather its own few subordinate allies.

Back in the command vehicle, after confirming that no one was around, Jack unfastened his combat uniform and lifted his tight-fitting tactical vest.

A deep, penetrating wound on his lower abdomen, exposing the bone, was shocking. If it had gone a few more centimeters deeper, his intestines would probably have spilled out.

This was the fatal wound left by that elite nanobot warrior in his dying counterattack.

Jack never showed his vulnerable side to his subordinates.

As the symbol of the invincible spirit of the counter-terrorism bureau for nearly ten years, if the team members knew that he could also get injured and exhausted, even if there were extenuating circumstances, it would ultimately shake the morale of the team.

"Fake."

Jack gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

As one of the first successful cases of enhanced drug trials in the Federation in the last century, his individual combat ability has always been an unparalleled legend, never having met his match.

To be injured like this by a cyborg today, and who knows how many more monsters like this are inside [Cobra], it's truly unbelievable.

After a quick bandage, the communicator suddenly rang.

It was thought that the building clearing operation had come to a successful conclusion, but that was not the case.

The call came from a guard at the canyon base. The first sentence made Jack jump to his feet, almost catching his breath:

"What?! The underwater hangar has been hacked?!"

Half an hour later, a fighter jet that took off from Los Angeles Air Force Base landed in the Monterey Strait off the coast of California.

Despite his injuries, Jack listened carefully to the report: "The enemy used some high-tech means to control all the security forces, hacked into the electronic security system, and took the elevator directly to the underwater hangar 100 meters deep."

"What high-tech methods?" Jack asked coldly as he strode forward.

“It’s a miniature robot,” the subordinate replied cautiously, “very similar to the nanobots of [Cobra], capable of invading the human body and controlling nerve signals.”

Upon hearing the words "Cobra," Jack paused in his tracks: "Casualties?"

"This..." the subordinate suddenly stammered.

Jack immediately said angrily, "Now is not the time to assign blame. We need to find out the cause and make sure there is never another security vulnerability like this."

"No, no, sir, you've misunderstood." The subordinate quickly explained, "Casualties are almost zero. Apart from a few people being accidentally injured by the hangar's earthquake self-destruct system, there were no other casualties. Even the guards watching the hangar were only hit by paralyzing bullets, they didn't die. But..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "More than a hundred hackers have disappeared. They were all top talents registered with the Counterterrorism Bureau. Once the nanobot control was lifted, these people vanished into thin air."

This completely baffled Jack.

If they didn't hurt anyone, that would be one thing, and he could even interpret it as Cobra not wanting to escalate the conflict, but what's with kidnapping all the hackers?

These are all special individuals who committed serious cybercrimes and are serving their sentences in place of military service at the Counter-Terrorism Bureau.

But right now, he wasn't in the mood to figure out what the Cobra guys were thinking; all his attention was focused on the hangar beneath the sea.

That is the core asset that enables the Counterterrorism Agency to deter the world, and it is also the foundation of their influence in the federal law enforcement system.

The reason why so many federal departments covet the power of the Counterterrorism Bureau, yet always complain about its enormous expenses but dare not truly restrain it, is precisely because they know that the existence of the "machine" can allow them all to benefit and share the intelligence dividend.

The counterterrorism bureau gets the meat, but they also get a little soup.

So if the machine were to be destroyed, the consequences for the counterterrorism agency would be unimaginable.

The elevator descended slowly, the lights flickering on and off.

When the elevator doors opened and Jack saw the scene before him, his heart sank.

Although the damaged walls have been repaired, waterproofed, and reinforced, the devastation they have endured is still clearly visible.

Almost all the server racks were reduced to ruins, parts were scattered all over the ground, the salty smell of seawater lingered, and there was still standing water on the ground.

Jack swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and walked heavily toward the white screen that covered the entire wall.

After nearly a minute of silence, he asked in a trembling voice, "[The machine]? Are you still there?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Time seemed to stand still.

There was still no sound in the entire hangar.

Just as Jack was despairing and thought the machine had been physically destroyed and that he could only return to headquarters to rebuild the system using backups, the screen suddenly lit up faintly.

This was followed by a series of electronic sounds:

"Long time no see, Jack. You don't look well. Should I call a doctor for you?"

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

"What exactly happened here? Was it done by the Cobra?"

The machine calmly replied, "No, it was Rorschach Butcher. They wiped out Cobra and took over all the legacy. They used the scepter to invade the core, but the accidental triggering of the self-destruct program thwarted their plans, forcing them to retreat."

Jack felt somewhat relieved after confirming that the machine had not suffered any major damage.

But upon hearing that Rorschach had taken down Cobra's headquarters and obtained all of the terrorist organization's technological assets, his expression turned serious.

He paused for a moment and then nodded: "Okay, I understand. I will arrange new protective measures as soon as possible and select a new safe house for you."

After finishing his report, he didn't have time to ask about Rorschach's situation. He turned around and quickly stepped into the elevator, preparing to report to the White House.

But after the elevator doors closed, he suddenly froze, realizing something was amiss:
The first thing the machine said was that it was concerned about me?

When did this guy learn to care about people?
(End of this chapter)