Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 398 The Cruelty of the Rebels

The Yanlong team went up the stairs and continued upwards, then turned right into the other end, where they found the residential staircase leading from the second floor upwards.

The staircase here is poorly designed; it has no windows at all, and the doors to the rooms at the top are always closed.

This resulted in the entire stairwell being extremely dark; it was pitch black, if not completely dark, and you couldn't see your footing at all.

The stairwell is only such a short distance up, and once you get off the stairs, you have to take it down and repack it.

This process is far too complicated!

Jackie Chan and the others chose to take out tactical flashlights and attach them to their helmets as headlamps, so that they could quickly return to the Japanese war mode once they reached the roof and exited the stairs.

The residents of the building had already evacuated, and the entire stairwell was empty; not even a rat could be seen.

The Flame Dragon team maintained their highest level of alert and encountered no unexpected incidents along the way, successfully reaching the rooftop and seeing the sunlight again.

The first thing we did upon reaching the rooftop was to search separately on both sides.

"Left side is safe!"

"Right side is safe!"

After completing their inspection of the rooftop, Xu Sanduo and Zhuang Yan, the two assault team members, notified the rest of the squad.

"Reporting to the explorers, Groups One and Two have entered the rooftop of the adjacent street. Over."

Jackie Chan received the tactical order to be safe and immediately reported the procedure to the Yangzhou via radio. He then ordered, "Gun God, Bald-tailed Wolf, find a way to garrison the high ground."

Even though I am the all-seeing eye of God, the true dragon has to be extra careful.

This is a battlefield for singles, where any carelessness can lead to death, and even having cheat codes won't help.

"receive!"

As the sniper squad leader, Cheng Cai ran to the right as soon as he received the order.

Upon reaching the edge of the rooftop and observing the buildings opposite, I confirmed that there was no danger on the two-story building opposite, which was the tallest building on the right side of the factory.

Cheng Cai took out a three-pronged hook with a rope from his bag, straightened the rope, and raised the hook above his head.

Grabbing the 20-centimeter-thick part of the hook with one hand, I quickly spun it around above my head while taking a few steps back.

Once the hook reaches a certain speed, Cheng Cai increases the inertia by taking a running start, and then suddenly throws the hook out with a burst of force.

"Whoosh~~"

The hook flew out.

With Cheng Cai's precise control of force, the hook flew over a distance of nearly six meters between the two houses and landed diagonally on the roof of the building opposite.

Cheng Cai pulled back with his hands, but as the rope retracted, he could no longer pull it.

The hook got stuck somewhere on the other side!

"Walk!"

Cheng Cai beckoned Bald Wolf to follow, slung the rifle behind his back to free his hands, grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his hands to increase the stability between himself and the rope.

Otherwise, if the rope slips while you're dangling in mid-air, falling from the sixth floor wouldn't be pleasant.

As a special forces soldier who has undergone rigorous training, swinging ropes two stories high is a basic skill for him, and it is not difficult for him at all.

call--

A gust of wind whistled past my ears.

Cheng Cai drew a small arc in the air, floated from the rooftop on this side to the seventh floor on the opposite side, and slipped right through the window.

Cheng Cai, who was floating over, kicked the wooden-framed window to pieces, sending it flying into the house.

Shi Dafan did the same thing, using a rope hook to swing himself from the rooftop across the street and successfully entered the house opposite.

The two threw the rope aside and met up outside to form a two-person team, continuing to push upstairs.

At the same time, team leader Cheng Cai reported to the commander: "Reporting to the captain, team two has arrived at the high ground building and is on its way to seize the high ground. Over."

"Captain received. Report upon arrival. Over."

Jackie Chan responded to Cheng Cai's report and led the team to run quickly along the rooftop.

The buildings along the street all have the same number of floors, and there are no gaps between them. Even if there are gaps, they are only narrow alleys that are two or three meters wide.

This width is an obstacle that poses absolutely no challenge to a group of top special forces soldiers.

He leaped over it in one bound!

I ran past two buildings and went about fifty meters before the road ahead ended, leaving a street more than five meters wide in the middle.

Turn this way at the intersection on the left, and the road cuts right through the house.

If there were other routes, we could take a detour, but we have to cross this place.

Because the rooftop of the factory is right across from us!

The Flame Dragon team needs to cross over here to reach the rooftop of the building on the other side to continue. Without auxiliary equipment, it would be virtually impossible to get across.

Even with the sniper team's grappling hook, there was no use for it in this place.

Because the rooftop of the building opposite is lower than this one, even if you throw the hook from the rooftop, the hook will get caught on the rooftop of the building opposite.

Even Jackie Chan and his team couldn't stop them!

There's no way to stop a fall from a height; forcing it will only result in you being thrown to your death.

Fortunately, as a professional team, they had already simulated various situations during CQB training, including obstacles between buildings.

In order to overcome these obstacles, a series of related equipment were designed and developed.

Some of these are specifically designed for the current situation.

As the team's most capable load-bearer, Jackie Chan, thanks to his foresight and divine intervention, knew what trouble he would encounter this time.

Therefore, all the equipment Jackie Chan carried was usable.

He unfastened the backpack behind him, opened it, and pulled out a big treasure.

It's very similar to an air gun, except that it has a steel cable at the back and a sharp inverted triangular arrowhead inserted into the barrel at the front.

This is a grappling hook gun!

Huff huff~

Jackie Chan used his hand to pull the handle to pressurize the air pump, pumping it more than a dozen times. You could feel that the air pressure inside had reached a terrifying level.

Then Jackie Chan raised the gun, aimed at the opposite wall, and pulled the trigger.

"Pfft~~"

A muffled thud.

The arrow, with a sharp, high-strength steel arrowhead at the front and a steel cable trailing behind it, flew over and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

The cement brick wall was pierced through, and the hook was firmly attached to the other end.

Jackie Chan tugged at the steel wire to confirm that the force was sufficient to keep it in place.

He then folded the gun and wrapped it around the steel bars on the roof of the roof.

The folded gun body becomes a movable latch, which can be used to retract the steel wire by pulling the air pump handle, allowing the pulled-out steel wire to be pulled tighter and more stable.

Jackie Chan stopped retracting the wire only when it was taut between the two ends.

Next, I took out four carabiners from my bag, hooked all the loops on the carabiners onto the wire, and then took out the gun sling and hooked it onto the loops below the carabiners.

Finally, he gripped both ends of the gun strap with both hands and rolled it around in his palms to increase friction.

Then, with a push of his foot, he shot out, relying on the support between the climbing hook and the steel cable, and slid all the way to the reception desk on the other side, about five meters away.

Using carabiners as connection points for ziplines is indeed not a very suitable choice.

Once it gets hot from prolonged friction, it easily loses its resilience.

Fortunately, the access road is only a little over five meters wide, so even if the contact area with the steel wire is large, there is still enough time to use a carabiner in an emergency.

Jackie Chan, a big guy weighing over 200 pounds, slid smoothly to the other side.

Even though the steel cable was bent very low, at least it didn't break.

Zhuang Yan and Xu Sanduo were lighter, but naturally they faced less pressure.

The whole thing took less than a minute.

Jackie Chan and his three companions crossed the street and flew from the sky to the rooftops on the opposite side.

"Team 1 has arrived at the factory rooftop. No enemies detected so far. Preparing to enter the factory from the roof and begin searching from top to bottom. Over!"

Jackie Chan gave a briefing to all the team members, informing them of his location.

This allows the command center to have a clear understanding of every move the Yanlong is making during the operation, so that the command center can coordinate the operation.

"Report to the captain, Group Two has reached the high point. Over."

The sniper team followed closely behind Jackie Chan, reporting to his team leader.

"Calling explorers, the Flame Dragon Team's Groups 1, 2, and 3 are all in position. Group 1 will now begin entering the factory and conduct a rescue search from top to bottom. Over."

Jackie Chan reported to the command center, and a team then walked from the rooftop into the stairwell.

The Yanlong team has made new progress. The overall progress is very smooth, and they have successfully entered the factory and begun the rescue operation.

It looks like the start is going very smoothly.

However, just across the intersection in the factory area, a huge crisis is brewing.

"Get in the car and go over there right now. If you dare to stop, your child is dead. You have to run him over. Even if you don't hit the other child, he'll still die. I'll use this gun to blow his head off."

A rebel leader with a black turban on his head grabbed a young civilian by the collar with his left hand and held a gun to his head with his right hand to intimidate him.

His face was contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes bloodshot, like a demon.

The young man's son was standing nearby, also being held by the neck by another fat man. His seven or eight-year-old face was filled with fear, but he was helpless.

All he could do was weakly call out for his father.

Every cry for help from the child was like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the ordinary young man and causing him excruciating pain.

"Please, please don't do this. I can't do it. Please, please let us go."

The young man knew that if he got into the car and drove it into the government army's position across the street, he would surely die.

Even if they weren't killed by government soldiers, they would be killed by the explosives placed on the vehicle.

The destructive power of suicide car bombs is unknown to people in peaceful countries, but civilians in war-torn countries know it all too well.

The explosives on this vehicle were enough to raze government army positions to the ground.

However, this was not the bloodiest thing the rebels had done; something even more terrifying awaited them.

"Give it to me!"

The black-turbaned leader beckoned, and a rebel soldier brought over a strange green circle, about the thickness of an arm, with a center diameter of only a dozen centimeters and two small lights on it.

I inserted the key and turned it, and the green circle was divided into two semicircles.

It was then put around the neck of the young man, until two clicks of the buckle locking it in indicated that the collar was securely fastened.

"No, no, no, no..."

The young man, an ordinary citizen, clearly knew what this oversized neck collar was, and he was instantly terrified, turning pale and almost wetting himself.

You could call him a bomb.

However, in a more precise sense, this is an oversized detonator, designed to detonate the explosives on the vehicle, producing an extremely terrifying secondary explosion.

The moment this oversized collar was placed on his head, it was a death sentence for the ordinary young man.

How could an ordinary young man not be terrified?!

In order to avoid becoming a pile of minced meat and to continue living, so as not to meet the King of Hell at a young age, the commoner youth was extremely resistant.

Not only did she frantically pull at the collar around her neck, but she also cried out and begged repeatedly.

The ringleader seemed to have anticipated that the civilian youth wouldn't cooperate so easily, and that the attack wouldn't have succeeded if the civilian youth hadn't cooperated in driving.

So he made preparations in advance and had his younger brother bring his whole family over.

Including parents, wife, and another child.

The entire family of six was there. The man looked at his wailing child, then at his wife kneeling on the ground, pleading incessantly, and then at his parents, tears streaming down their faces.

In the end, family ties prevailed over the will to survive.

Desperate for his family to survive, the man screamed hysterically, "No, don't kill them! I promise you, I promise you! I'll drive for you, please don't hurt them!"

"Get in the car, hurry up!"

The man's hysterical pleas and cries for mercy did not elicit any pity from the rebel leader, who instead violently shoved him into the car.

"ah--"

The man sitting in the car was trembling all over, and his emotions completely collapsed at this moment. He grabbed the steering wheel and shouted like a madman.

The children, parents, and wife standing nearby all knew that this ordinary young man's journey would mean certain death, and they all burst into tears.

The child struggled to reach out and pull his father, but was mercilessly kicked to the ground by the rebels.

The ordinary man couldn't bear to watch his loved ones being tortured any longer, so he shifted into gear, stepped on the gas, and sped off. He was so terrified that he lost his mind and didn't even know how to shift gears.

I stepped on the gas in first gear and revved the engine, making a deafening noise, but the car wasn't going very fast.

The sniper team on the rooftop quickly noticed the unusual situation on this street, and the observer, Shi Dafan, immediately turned his scope around.

The pickup truck that was locked onto had a strange movement trajectory and a strange way of driving.

The main line of fire between government forces and rebels is centered around a central intersection, with vehicles parked on both sides of the intersection serving as cover.

The rebels, scattered along the roadside, stopped firing when they saw the pickup truck rushing towards them.

All the survivors' excited gazes were fixed on the pickup truck, waiting for it to rush over and destroy the government army's defensive line in front of them.

All we need to do is blow up the government forces' defensive line at the crossroads, which is heavily manned by vehicles.

The government forces will lose their strongest barrier and will no longer be able to block the crossroads to intercept the rebels, giving them the opportunity to break in directly.

They seized the factory site and continued to expand the rebels' territory.

The young civilian in the car had gone mad; he was willing to risk his life for his family and could only numb himself with frantic shouting.

With his eyes fixed on the defensive line at the intersection, he floored the accelerator at the Victory Road intersection.

(End of this chapter)