Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 402 The Ultimate Showdown~

The driver of the second car bomb was an old man, probably only around fifty years old, but looked seventy because of his poor living conditions.

Being older doesn't mean being more composed; on the contrary, it makes him have more concerns.

As I drove forward, I saw bullets raining down like a storm, splattering like popping beans on the hood and shattering the windshield.

The old man was terrified!

Unlike the ordinary youths before him, who went mad and ignored the bullets aimed at him, roaring and charging to their deaths.

Driven by the instinct to survive, they instinctively steered left and right to avoid the obstacle.

There was nothing wrong with the maneuver itself, but the old man's driving skills were just too poor; only an experienced driver could pull off the high-speed serpentine maneuver.

I drifted by turning left, then I turned right and that's when the accident happened.

The front of the car crashed into a wrecked car on the side of the road. The front of the car was lifted up and overturned to the side of the road, lying upside down like a turtle with all four tires in the air.

"asshole!!"

The turbaned man, who was watching the car from a distance, saw that the car had not hit the government army's defense line and was still nearly ten meters away. He was so angry that he started cursing.

However, I did not give up on detonating the bomb; even at this distance, it could still cause some damage.

If you don't fry it, you're missing out!

Just as the turban-wearing man raised his right hand, preparing to press the detonator, a hole appeared in his forehead, and a spurt of blood gushed from the back of his head.

He died on the spot, his body like a withered tree, falling straight down.

"Target hit. I suggest firing another shot. Will the detonator hit?" Shi Dafan suggested as he watched the target fall through the observation scope.

Cheng Cai didn't answer with words, but chose to answer with actions.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out!

Even at a distance of nearly 200 meters, he easily shot and destroyed a detonator the size of a finger, demonstrating Cheng Cai's exceptional marksmanship.

By destroying the remote-controlled bomb detonator, there's no need to worry about other rebel soldiers trying to steal it.

On the other side, the old man who overturned his car to avoid being hit by bullets did not faint, but was trapped inside the car.

Government soldiers did not stop firing and continued to shoot at the car.

The old man in the car was terrified. Desperate to survive, he disregarded the fact that his family had been kidnapped and began screaming desperately inside the car.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, help! I'm not one of theirs, they forced me to do this..."

The two sides were only about ten meters apart, and the old man's tearful shouts were clearly heard by the government troops, reaching the commander of the government army.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting now! He's not one of Zaka's men! Put your guns down!"

The government commander shouted an order, and the soldiers stopped firing at the car.

Because they had previously attracted a large number of rebels, Lao Pao and Wu Liuyi had to retreat and join up with the government forces. Since they did not understand Arabic, they could not understand what the government forces were shouting.

"Go and ask what's going on," Lao Pao said to Wu Liuyi.

Wu Liuyi also doesn't speak Arabic, but he speaks fluent English, as do some government soldiers.

"Is there anyone who can speak English?" Wu Liu shouted at the top of his lungs in English.

"I will."

The soldier less than five meters to Wu Liuyi's left raised his hand to greet him.

"What happened? Why did you all stop firing? That was a whole truckload of bombs; leaving them behind would be a huge problem," Wu Liuyi said in English.

"Those people are terrorists. They plant bombs on civilians. The driver is a civilian. He's trapped and needs to be rescued, but we can't do it," the soldier said in English.

"Then leave it to us to handle. You should refrain from making any rash moves for now."

Wu Liuyi warned the government soldiers and then relayed the information to Lao Pao, a professional demolition expert, so that he could decide what to do next.

"Go tell their men not to move, and leave the rest to me."

After Lao Pao finished speaking to Wu Liuyi, he immediately called out over the radio: "Calling Team Two, this is Team Three. I need to know the situation with the car bomb. Over."

Wu Liuyi ran off to negotiate with the government troops, and Cheng Cai's voice came through the radio.

"Group Two received. Group Three, the person who carried the remote-controlled bomb has been killed and the detonator has been destroyed. The car bomb is safe for now. Over."

"Team Three, understand. Cover me. I'm going to the car to defuse the car bomb. Over." Old Gun said.

"Second group received. Begin cover. Over." Cheng Cai replied.

"I went there and told them to hold off the other side."

Old Pao instructed Wu Liuyi to communicate with the government forces to increase firepower against the rebels, then crouched down and dashed out like an arrow.

The large number of abandoned cars parked on the roadside have now become the best street shelters.

The old man didn't encounter too many difficulties on his way there and made it relatively smoothly to the overturned car.

The rebel soldiers finally spotted the old cannon.

Although we don't know what the old man is up to, one thing is certain.

That means if the enemy gets close, you have to kill him.

Immediately, several guns turned around and concentrated their firepower on the old gunman's side.

Fortunately, the car flipped over so that its sturdy undercarriage became the best bulletproof plate, blocking most of the rebels' bullets.

Only a few bullets managed to penetrate the weak points and enter the car, making a series of clanging sounds.

The already frightened old man was so scared that he wet himself.

He struggled frantically inside the car, trying to climb out and escape this place that was under heavy fire and seemed very unsafe.

Little did they know that running out at this point would only lead to their demise, while hiding in the car offered a chance to survive.

"Don't move, stay still!"

Although the old man didn't understand Arabic, it didn't stop him from shouting in Chinese, "Don't put your hand in, you're making clothes for the little old man, pull it toward him."

Because the car was overturned at an angle on the side of the road, the side that Lao Pao came from was relatively safer.

Moreover, to defuse the bomb, the old man would need to be pulled over; otherwise, given the overturned position of the vehicle, it would be very inconvenient to defuse the bomb.

at the same time.

Wu Liuyi's light machine gun began to fire precisely, and together with the government soldiers on this side of the defensive line, they increased their firepower to suppress the rebel soldiers on the other side.

To help the old man disarm the bomb and rescue him, buy some time.

Cheng Cai and Shi Dafan were not idle either. At this critical moment, they stepped forward and used their incredibly accurate guns to eliminate the most threatening targets in single shots.

For example, someone carrying a rocket launcher and holding a grenade that they want to throw.

Once such a high-threat target appears, Cheng Cai will kill him immediately, preventing him from having the opportunity to attack Lao Pao.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Cheng Cai's sniper rifle shot was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had killed five people.

The rebel soldiers were terrified by the sniper rifle, and no one dared to attack Lao Pao rashly anymore. They all chose to hide behind cover to save their lives.

With the cover provided by his teammates, the veteran began to take out his equipment to defuse the bomb on site.

Just as the veteran was examining the bomb's structure and preparing to analyze it before proceeding with the bankruptcy proceedings, the counterattack from the rebel soldiers began.

The rebels, whose main vehicles were dilapidated pickup trucks, actually drove up in a Hummer loaded with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun fired with an exceptionally deep and heavy sound.

Heavy machine gun bullets, whistling like cannonballs, flew from afar towards the rooftop where Cheng Cai was, hitting the walls and railings, each bullet leaving a fist-sized hole.

Most people, if they were in this situation and were being targeted by a heavy machine gun, would immediately move away.

However, Cheng Cai was either highly skilled or daring, or perhaps he didn't believe that the precision of the heavy machine gun and the marksmanship of the rebel soldiers combined could be even more formidable than his.

The principle is that no matter how powerful a heavy machine gun is, it only counts if it hits a person.

He decisively engaged in a showdown with the heavy machine gun.

The heavy machine gun bullets flew over, hitting the nearby walls and railings, leaving holes and exploding into large pieces of debris.

Cheng Cai remained calm and composed, his aim locked on with the steady composure of an old dog.

Observer Shi Dafan also did not back down, staying in place without wavering, fully trusting his teammates and Cheng Cai's ideas.

A few seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!"

Cheng Cai fired his gun.

The sniper bullet seemed to have eyes, traveling over two hundred meters to hit the Humvee and crack the machine gunner's skull.

Shi Dafan could clearly see through the observation lens that a large mass of blood was splattering everywhere.

The heavy machine guns that had been roaring wildly through the streets suddenly fell silent in an instant; without the machine gunner, they were nothing more than a stick to burn.

The heavy machine gun fired dozens of bullets, but none of them were as lethal as Cheng Cai's single bullet.

This is the priority of accuracy!

No matter how powerful a gun is, it's useless if you can't hit the target; accuracy is the most important factor.

after all……

Not all machine gunners are named Jackie Chan.

The rivalry between machine gunners and snipers isn't a simple matter of who has the absolute advantage or who is more skilled; it depends more on the user.

On this battlefield.

Cheng Cai's abilities in all aspects undoubtedly overwhelmed the rebel soldiers, making his victory in this ultimate showdown entirely reasonable.

Next to the overturned pickup truck, Lao Pao also encountered a big problem.

The rebels' neck-hook remote-controlled bombs were made of hollow welded steel pipes, making them very difficult to break open.

Not to mention the lack of suitable tools, which adds another layer of difficulty.

Knowing that getting anxious wouldn't help, and that only by staying calm could he find an opportunity, the veteran could only force himself to be patient and continue to try to find a way to break through.

"Reporting to the captain, all the overseas Chinese and Ambassador He have arrived at the evacuation point and are ready to evacuate at any time. Over." Wu Zhe reported over the radio.

"Received. You remain in place. Over."

While Jackie Chan was responding via radio, his hands were also busy. Seeing a rebel run out, he fired two shots, taking down the last enemy.

"You two go check the situation, and once you confirm there are no problems, bring them here to prepare for evacuation."

Cheng Cai gave Zhuang Yan and Wu Liuyi the order, then called out, "This is Group One. Call Group Three to report your situation. Over."

"Team Three is defusing the bomb. There's a minor issue; it'll take a while to resolve. Over," the veteran replied.

In just a minute, Lao Pao was sweating profusely, with sweat even dripping down his nose.

This shows just how much pressure this bizarre homemade bomb is putting on him right now.

Jackie Chan roughly guessed what was going on. After thinking for a moment, he immediately instructed, "Old Gun, don't try anything rash. We're coming to your aid right now. Over."

"Captain, one of our members is seriously injured." Zhuang Yan walked over at this moment.

Xu Sanduo and another WJ worked together, supporting an injured WJ on either side, and followed behind Zhuang Yan at a relatively slow pace.

Seeing this, Jackie Chan knew that the two armed police officers could not return alone.

So he simply arranged, "They need help. The journey to the evacuation point might be dangerous. You two go with them and help get them there."

"Boss, aren't you coming with us?" Xu Sanduo asked, puzzled.

"And what about you, Captain?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"There's been a minor issue with Group Three, and I need to go help handle it."

Jackie Chan gave a brief explanation, then urged the two, "Alright, time is of the essence, let's do it this way. I'm going now, be careful on the road."

Done.

Jackie Chan turned around alone and jogged away, disappearing at the end of the workshop corridor.

The enemies in the workshop had either been eliminated or had left with Group Three, and Jackie Chan successfully reached the government army's last line of defense.

Jackie Chan spotted Wu Liuyi immediately and ran over, shouting, "Twelve, how's it going?"

The sound of gunfire and artillery was constant along this front, and the noise was so loud that you couldn't hear what anyone was saying, even if you were standing right in front of them, unless you shouted at the top of your lungs.

"Old Pao is still defusing the bomb. The situation is not optimistic, but fortunately the rebels are being suppressed and cannot break through for the time being," Wu Liu said while changing the bomb.

"Understood!"

Jackie Chan surveyed the situation and decided to go help personally, ordering, "Cover me, I'm going to take care of this."

"clear!"

Having already replaced the magazine, Wu Liuyi rested his gun on the sofa, his eyes blazing, and began a new round of suppressive fire against the rebel soldiers opposite him.

Taking advantage of Wu Liuyi's fierce firepower, Jackie Chan crouched down and darted out from behind cover.

He hugged the wall, using parked cars as cover, and quickly reached Lao Pao's side, loudly asking, "Lao Pao, what's wrong?"

Although Lao Pao wasn't the top bomb disposal expert, he was the top demolition expert.

As a group that also handles bombs, loading and dismantling are essentially the same thing. A bomb that can stump a veteran must be quite difficult.

"Whoever made this bomb is a genius. They actually welded steel pipes into the bomb casing. I need a hacksaw or a cutting machine to disassemble it, but I don't have one," the old man said helplessly.

Although every special operations soldier has a tactical backpack, which contains dozens of kilograms of equipment.

But a backpack isn't like Doraemon's bellyband, where you can pull out whatever you want anytime. It's not something you need, so you won't carry it with you all the time.

(End of this chapter)