Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 133 The newlyweds each display their unique talents (Please subscribe)

"Blank bullets? They're certainly good for scaring people."

Jackie Chan found a safe place for the thugs to sleep, then casually picked up one of their Type 81 rifles, removed the magazine, glanced at it, and reattached it to the gun.

He took the gun and walked out of the container, heading straight towards the iron staircase.

The thugs down the stairs saw Jackie Chan. Because the warehouse was always filled with smoke, and the gas mask affected their vision, they could only see things vaguely.

Upon seeing Jackie Chan, who was also dressed as a thug, approach, the thug did not notice anything amiss.

Instead, he called out to him, "Big guy, how's it going over there?"

"Big one?"

Jackie Chan immediately thought of the owner of the clothes, the 1.85-meter-tall thug he had strangled.

Given the similar height of the two individuals and the blurred field of vision, it's normal for their brains to make misjudgments under the influence of preconceived notions.

Jackie Chan knew that making a sound would give him away, as people who know each other well are very sensitive to each other's voices.

So he didn't answer, but instead pointed seriously behind the thug, implying that he had come over because he had noticed something going on there.

Because no suspicion had arisen by this point, the thugs at the bottom of the stairs remained unsuspecting.

He immediately turned his head to look behind him.

The smoke obscured the view, making it difficult to see clearly.

He squinted and looked carefully for a while, trying to figure out what was going on.

Completely unaware of the "big guy" behind him, the man suddenly quickened his pace after he turned around, taking a few large strides to be behind him.

shuh~

He delivered a chop to the neck.

The thug at the bottom of the stairs instantly turned into a sleeping baby, and his body tilted as he fell off the box.

Jackie Chan reached out and bent down in time, catching the assailant in mid-air. With a single lift and a swing, he easily hoisted the assailant onto his shoulder and started walking back.

They placed him in the equipment control room next door and closed the door behind them when they left.

Having overcome the two major obstacles on the way, Jackie Chan smoothly made his way up the rusty iron stairs to the second floor of the warehouse.

There are rows of prefabricated houses on both sides of the top, connected by an iron-framed corridor in the middle.

The place where Jackie Chan came up was a cross-shaped corridor, next to which was a small house that looked like a security booth, with a very small interior space.

Standing in the corridor would be too conspicuous, so Jackie Chan went into the small house first and observed the second floor through the window.

The view from the second floor is much wider, allowing you to see not only the positions of all the criminals but also the core objective of this mission.

Near the warehouse exit, a dilapidated van was parked with several boxes in the back, labeled TNT.

The so-called bomb must be this car.

"what?"

Sudden.

Jackie Chan noticed that at the 7 o'clock position, which is about 25 meters away from where he came out, someone was crawling out of the passage.

Take a closer look.

Her "petite" figure brought a smile to Jackie Chan's face.

Xu Sanduo carefully climbed out of the passage, his movements extremely cautious. He looked around furtively for a long time before finally climbing out and hiding against the wall.

"This is C4. I have entered the factory area and am searching for the bomb. Over."

Xu Sanduo reported the situation in a low voice, and only after the earpiece had long since stopped moving did he begin to move toward the mission target location.

Unlike Jackie Chan, who goes wherever there are thugs, this one focuses on clearing out the area.

Xu Sanduo's main skill is stealth. He avoids areas with many people and hides whenever he sees someone approaching, trying his best to avoid the sight of all the criminals.

During this time, he seemed to sense something and glanced in Jackie Chan's direction.

"Goodness, this kid has a pretty strong sixth sense. He could actually sense that I was watching him. If I hadn't dodged quickly, he would have seen me."

Jackie Chan easily avoided Xu Sanduo's gaze, stopped watching the show, and continued with his hunt.

"Was someone there just now? I think so, but I didn't see them. Am I just too tired? I didn't sleep well last night, and my eyes are playing tricks on me?"

Xu Sanduo didn't see anyone in the small room on the second floor. He suspected that he was hallucinating, shook his head, and continued to search forward.

"Acting" Command Center.

Wu Zhe had been captured by three members of the A-team and brought to Yuan Lang, who was sitting outside a small prefab house, engrossed in playing a handheld game.

"What's going on? Tell me."

Yuan Lang glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then continued to stare at the handheld console without even looking up.

"The first half is pretty much the same, but he was exposed as soon as he entered the war zone and jumped out on his own. The act couldn't be performed anymore," one of the veterans replied.

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Lang frowned, but still didn't look up.

"You have far too many loopholes."

With a slightly contemptuous smile, Wu Zhe stepped forward and replied, "The railway tracks in this place, which claims to have stored over 10,000 tons of goods, are all rusted and bent."

In such heavily polluted conditions, the bandits only wore gas masks. Were they robots?

Moreover, the equipment was too outdated. I even found a lathe produced before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It should have been in a scrap yard, not a chemical raw material distribution center.

Although the magazine is filled with live ammunition, I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with it, but I haven't had a chance to investigate what exactly it is yet.

I believe that your actions are merely honing my ability to question.

Wu Zhe was able to see so many problems, which did not tarnish his image as a top student, and fully proves that it is indeed more difficult for smart people to deceive.

"To avoid any loopholes, you need a real battlefield," Yuan Lang said casually.

He considered it normal for the exercise to have flaws.

"You've already hit a dead end; that's the real problem that can't be solved," Wu Zhe mocked.

Yuan Lang glanced at Wu Zhe and asked, "How far has he progressed?"

"I was shot down 50 meters from the target and failed to reach the warehouse to complete the mission," Old A replied.

"I can tell you very clearly that four people have already entered the warehouse and are trying to complete the mission. They have also experienced what you suspect, but they were not eliminated early like you."

Yuan Lang spoke in a very calm tone, but the meaning behind his words was full of tension.

"I may not be able to be like them, but they can't replace me either."

Wu Zhe confidently retorted, "I suspected from the beginning that this was a setup by you, but the bullets were so realistic that they fooled me. So you succeeded, and I admit it."

"Have you ever thought that if you hadn't had any doubts from the beginning, you could have gotten closer to the target, and you wouldn't be standing in front of me now, but in the warehouse like them, and you might have been able to complete the mission?" Yuan Lang asked.

"Everyone has their own talents, and I can't pretend to be ignorant when I see them," Wu Zhe said frankly.

Yuan Lang's lips curled up.

He glanced at Wu Zhe again, but this time he didn't say anything.

……

Here at the warehouse.

Xu Sanduo searched carefully for a long time, but did not find the bomb mentioned in the mission.

Fortunately, there were no enemies guarding this road, unlike other places where every entrance was guarded by thugs, allowing Xu Sanduo to easily sneak in.

After searching for a long time without any results, Xu Sanduo was too tired and urgently needed to rest.

I happened to see a small house ahead, so I made my way to the outside of the equipment control room and peeked inside. There was no one there.

He opened the door and hid inside.

As soon as I went in, I was shocked; goosebumps rose all over my body.

I almost lost control and called for my mom!

original.

Near the corner of the wall by the door, lay a thug with his eyes closed, motionless, it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

It took Xu Sanduo a while to come to his senses and realize that now was not the time to be daydreaming.

He quickly closed the door.

Then he carefully reached out and placed his hand under the assailant's nose to check, and found that the assailant was still breathing and not dead.

Xu Sanduo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay against the wall, feeling utterly exhausted, and rested for a while until his breathing became a little calmer. Then he pressed the earpiece to report to his supervisor: "This is C4. I'm still following up. We've reached a small house on the southeast side of the railway tracks..."

The criminals were very professional and numerous, and they blocked all entrances and exits.

I haven't seen the gunman on the second floor yet; I think he's been concealed and disguised. The other team members need to be careful.

However, I found a comatose assailant here. I don't know why he's unconscious here, or who did it.

But they were only wearing gas masks. Perhaps the pollution here isn't as severe as in the tunnels, and besides…”

Xu Sanduo looked at the unconscious thug, his eyes lingering on the clothes the thug was wearing, and continued, "I can get the thug's clothes. I think... I think I can disguise myself as one of them and try again."

If I'm not dead... never mind.

I'll continue to report: if the command center can hear me, please send someone to the passage immediately to rescue my teammates. They might still be saved, so we must hurry.

Also, if, if I die, have Jackie Chan send my compensation to my father. I believe he's still alive; he's far more capable than me. That's all.

Xu Sanduo rambled on and on, as if he were saying his final goodbye before he died.

Done.

Take two deep breaths.

I mustered my courage and took off the hazmat hood, took a few breaths, wiped the sweat from my face, and waited for a few seconds.

He excitedly exclaimed, "I wasn't wearing any protective gear, but I breathed in the air and didn't die!"

The excitement vanished in an instant after he finished speaking.

He said with a pained expression, "However, I think I might have already been poisoned. Chronic poison doesn't kill you that quickly, but before I die, I should have enough time to try and complete the mission."

Alright, I don't have much longer to live, so that's all I have to say. I should get going.

Xu Sanduo ended the call.

With his eyes fixed on the unconscious thug on the ground, he began to remove his clothes and equipment.

The imagery is a bit odd.

Xu Sanduo changed his clothes, preparing for a final gamble. With a death wish, he risked his life for a chance to complete the mission.

The art style is simply tragic and magnificent!

Meanwhile, Jackie Chan, who had been on the second floor for a few minutes, was acting in a completely different manner from Xu Sanduo.

His tragedy was nothing tragic or heroic; it was the thugs on the second floor who suffered the most.

Each one is more tragic than the last!

Whether it's a criminal disguised by taking advantage of the terrain, a criminal guarding an observation point, or a criminal taking a short nap in a room.

Jackie Chan easily found them all and knocked them unconscious.

All six thugs assigned to the second floor have now been captured by Jackie Chan.

Six poor children, who were fast asleep, were neatly laid out in a room by Jackie Chan, creating a scene that was somewhat comical.

"We've taken down 10 in total, leaving only the six downstairs. There should be enough time before the thugs in front wake up."

Jackie Chan made a rough calculation, left the room, closed the door, and prepared to do the final cleaning.

But just then...

"The fire is too big, don't let it burn the car, come quickly and put out the fire."

Suddenly, the shouts of the thugs came from downstairs.

Jackie Chan ran over and looked down, only to find that the TNT crates on the small truck were now engulfed in flames.

It's highly likely that the perpetrators wanted to set off the TNT to create an atmosphere and lure the remaining newlyweds out.

As a result, too much gasoline was poured in, and the fire got too big.

It's not easy to set up the props for the exercise, and a small truck isn't cheap either. If the fire is left to burn, the truck might actually catch fire.

(End of this chapter)