Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 439 "The Giant Beast" Appears

This unexpected turn of events was something Jackie Chan had never anticipated.

Unfortunately, the embassy convoy needed to travel by car, as the journey on foot was too far to reach the port, so they had to leave the area by car.

Otherwise, they could also escape their predicament by leaving Hilot Avenue in this way.

Jackie Chan was oblivious to all of this, his focus was entirely on the main battlefield on the east side.

The central street is the main battleground and also the most bustling area. Three of the "four good places" that Jackie Chan values ​​are located here.

After reloading the new magazine, Jackie Chan no longer focused on a single target as before.

Besides attacking the more than 300 Red Turban Army troops, the Red Turban Army on the east flank was pressing the government forces and advancing rapidly.

Instead, they chose to disguise themselves as Red Turban Army soldiers and lurk everywhere on Hilot Avenue.

The reason why the government forces on the east side suffered such a defeat was not because the military quality of the government forces was too poor, nor because the number of government forces was too small.

The number of government troops and Red Turban Army troops on the east side was actually not that different.

The main reason is that these disguised Red Turban Army soldiers, after entering, hid in various buildings on both sides of the main road and kept popping out to launch sneak attacks.

They are like a thorn hidden in someone's shoe during a long-distance race.

The government soldiers, constantly harassed, were unable to fully commit to the battle and could only cower and hesitate.

The fight started from the front, but then it stopped from the rear.

Anyone would have trouble concentrating like that!

Jackie Chan pinpointed the lesion and, like a highly skilled healer, launched a powerful treatment targeting that spot.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The SABR rifle fired softly incessantly, and with each shot, a man fell to the ground.

Jackie Chan was positioned right in the middle of the road, with a view of the houses on both sides of West Lotte Avenue, albeit at an angle, but it didn't affect his sniping ability.

Those disguised Red Turban soldiers hiding in the houses would launch a sneak attack if they dared to show their faces.

Jackie Chan's bullets would then arrive, adding another soulless corpse to the war-torn Hilot Avenue.

Even though the Red Turban Army discovered Jackie Chan's location and seemed to be challenging him.

The final outcome is the same!

With Jackie Chan's marksmanship as if he had eyes, and his battlefield awareness as sharp as if he had the whole map, the Red Turban Army who challenged him were like clowns jumping around.

Without exception.

They all became victims of Jackie Chan's gun.

Unable to compete with Jackie Chan in gunfights and several levels behind in skill, the disguised Red Turban Army chose to compensate by improving their equipment.

A rocket streaked across the street and exploded with a loud bang on the opposite building wall.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, creating a surging sound wave.

Fortunately, the exterior structure of the Hamilton Hotel was sturdy enough, and Jackie Chan did not rely on his strength to drag his weight around, but instead chose to switch between multiple locations.

The rocket hit point one, while Jackie Chan had run to point three.

This allowed Jackie Chan to escape unscathed!

"Damn, where was that old man hiding? I didn't see him at all, and he just came out and started firing without a sound. Luckily, I'm lucky to be alive."

Even Jackie Chan, a seasoned veteran with a steady mindset, was startled by the rocket.

To prevent himself from being taken down by this rocket launcher veteran, Jackie Chan used the trajectory of the rocket to determine his approximate location.

They focused all their attention on that, while continuing to come out and snipe.

Use yourself as bait!

Sniping at distances between 50 and 200 meters, coupled with the advantages of automatic semi-automatic sniping, was incredibly easy for Jackie Chan, a semi-professional sniper.

Even though they were very careful in disguising themselves as Red Turban Army soldiers, Jackie Chan still occasionally exposed them.

"Snap!"

He was shot and sent back to his grandmother's house.

However, just as Jackie Chan had killed five more Red Turban soldiers and was about to take down the sixth, the hiding fish finally took the bait.

A Red Turban Army soldier carrying a rocket launcher suddenly poked half his body out of an alley and aimed at the hotel rooftop more than 200 meters away.

As a rebellious army, the Red Turban Army's individual soldier quality was far inferior to that of the regular armies of major powers.

There is no doubt about this.

However, poor combat skills do not mean that their intelligence is negative.

So many people died without explanation; even a fool could notice something was wrong. Anyone with a little combat experience wouldn't have a hard time identifying the sniper who was firing.

Jackie Chan has taken down so many targets that finding them would be relatively easy.

The Red Turban Army did not retaliate at first, mainly because of the distance. Even though they knew there were snipers behind them, they were helpless against Jackie Chan.

Engaging in a shootout with a sniper when the skill gap is too large is clearly a brainless act.

but.

No problem if your aim isn't good, I have a big RPG.

One shot might not be enough, so let's send two over first.

then.

While Jackie Chan was taking stock of the disguised rebels in the city, a member of the Red Turban Army, disguised as a soldier, pulled out a rocket launcher, located Jackie Chan's position, and launched a sneak attack.

The first rocket missed Jackie Chan; the Red Turban Army rocket launcher operator was extremely cautious.

He hid in the shadows and observed for a long time, letting Jackie Chan continue to snipe at the disguised Red Turban Army, until he was fully confident before coming out.

The intention was to use this second rocket to ensure that Jackie Chan was captured in one fell swoop.

However, the Red Turban Army rocket launcher operator never expected that Jackie Chan also wanted to take him down in one fell swoop, even at the cost of using himself as bait.

"Getting impatient? That's exactly what I've been waiting for."

Jackie Chan spotted the large RPG through the scope of his rifle immediately, and as soon as he realized what was happening, he aimed and fired at top speed.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out!

As soon as the 7.62mm full-power bullet left the muzzle, Jackie Chan didn't even have time to check the impact point. He quickly grabbed the gun, dove to the side, and rolled to dodge.

"Pfft~"

Almost at the same time, the Red Turban Army also completed their aiming and firing.

"call out--"

"Whoosh—"

A bullet, an RPG, moving at breakneck speed, each carrying its own mission, rushing towards its target.

However, a miracle occurred!

Jackie Chan, with his skillful fighting techniques, fired a shot a fraction of a second ahead of the time. In addition, the bullet's flight speed was nearly 6 times that of an RPG's muzzle velocity.

The RPG has an initial velocity of only 117 meters per second, and even with the engine running at full speed, it only reaches 294 meters per second.

result……

"Clang!"

The bullet and the RPG collided in mid-air, and by sheer coincidence, the bullet struck the tip of the rocket, prematurely triggering the impact fuse of the warhead.

The high-explosive RPG, which had only flown five meters, exploded before its engine could even start.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Metal particles instantly melted by the high temperature, fragments of the projectile, and shockwaves traveling thousands of meters per second combined to create a violent storm that instantly enveloped an area of ​​tens of meters in radius.

The Red Turban Army, which launched the RPG, was the first to suffer, and was instantly blown to pieces by the rocket.

Even the high-temperature liquid metal and fragments that penetrated the body sizzled and emitted an enticing aroma of roasted meat.

"Holy crap, I destroyed the rocket?"

Jackie Chan, who had moved to avoid the rockets, heard the explosion and quickly turned around. He saw the smoke still lingering in the air after the explosion.

Faced with such a battlefield miracle, Jackie Chan could hardly believe his eyes.

"How is this possible? How is this possible..."

Hiding in the corner, the other Red Turban soldier who had escaped death was now lying on the ground, staring at his comrade who had been killed by the rocket launcher. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and he muttered to himself as he retreated.

"No, no way, it must be luck. We can't let Miku die in vain. I'm going to find Lucate and have him bring the big guy over so we can blast him to death."

This Red Turban soldier was terrified of death and furious at the same time. He ran away, muttering incoherently.

It's no wonder this Red Turban soldier was so shocked; the truth is, this was just too bizarre.

Destroying a rocket in flight with a bullet is theoretically impossible; it relies entirely on luck, and the probability is extremely low.

Jackie Chan actually did it, how could it not be amazing?

While Shenlong was still on the rooftop reminiscing about his miraculous shot, little did he know that danger was already approaching.

"Bang!"

An explosion came from the bottom of the stairs behind me, accompanied by a blinding white light.

"Ah—, my ears…"

"Quick, forget about those in front, charge forward!"

"Kill that damn sniper! Get him up there, make sure he's taken care of."

……

Jackie Chan's first line of defense was triggered, followed by shouts and urgings, with at least seven or eight people making a ruckus.

"Damn, where did they come from?"

Jackie Chan's expression changed slightly, but he didn't panic. He looked around with his sniper scope.

Thanks to Jackie Chan's elimination of a large number of disguised Red Turban Army soldiers, the government forces on the east side no longer had any worries about their rear, and their combat effectiveness recovered at a visible speed.

The government forces on the eastern flank, which had been under heavy pressure, have finally stabilized their previous momentum.

Instead of being forced to retreat further, they stabilized the situation and established a defensive line when they were about 200 meters away from the Camille Hotel.

Since the defensive line was not destroyed by the Red Turban Army, the Red Turban Army below could not have come from outside.

The group of Red Turban soldiers who ran downstairs must have been disguised Red Turban soldiers who had already entered the area. Knowing they couldn't beat Jackie Chan in a long-range gunfight, they managed to sneak over.

The government troops downstairs had all run out to provide support, leaving the area wide open. Even if the disguised Red Turban Army sneaked over, no one would be able to detect them or stop them.

It wasn't difficult for them to run upstairs and steal Jackie Chan's money.

"Bang!"

During the short time Jackie Chan was observing, the second booby trap he had set was also triggered and exploded.

The defensive grenade was significantly more powerful, and since it was much closer to you—right in the stairwell below—the entire rooftop shook slightly.

It was more powerful, more lethal, and the cries of agony below were even more tragic.

"Ah~, my legs, my legs."

"Damn it, there's a bomb. Everyone be careful."

"Gatt, you get over here and find that damn bomb."

Hearing the increasingly loud shouts coming from the stairwell, Jackie Chan realized that it was no longer safe and he had to evacuate as soon as possible.

It's not that we can't defeat this group of Red Turban Army soldiers, but there's no need to take the risk with them here.

There are two more important things waiting for Jackie Chan to accomplish, and he absolutely cannot get injured here, as it would affect his subsequent fighting ability.

Moreover, Jackie Chan's purpose in coming here was not to kill a certain number of Red Turban Army soldiers.

Instead, it opened a path for the embassy convoy, allowing it to leave through the western checkpoint, escape the Red Turban Army's encirclement, and reach the port to board the ship.

Jackie Chan had prepared an escape route from the beginning and began his retreat calmly.

Swish!Swish!

He slung the Sabr rifle over his back, then put on the tactical backpack, and fastened the safety strap to his chest—a series of movements performed with fluid grace.

However, just twenty seconds before Jackie Chan finished packing his combat gear and was about to take the climbing rope to the back of the rooftop to rappel down to the back of the hotel's first floor to retreat, he was still in danger.

On the Red Turban Army's position outside the eastern checkpoint, a terrifying behemoth appeared that even Jackie Chan couldn't withstand.

"Sizzle~"

Six hundred meters away in the middle of the street, an armed pickup truck sped towards the road, leaving deep black tire tracks on the ground, before coming to an abrupt stop at the intersection.

"Lucart, quick, it's up ahead, that damn sniper is hiding on the roof of that building."

The Red Turban Army soldiers, who had been scared away earlier, ran towards the armed pickup truck, pointed to the rooftop of the hotel where Jackie Chan was, and excitedly shouted.

It was as if Jackie Chan was doomed the moment that pickup truck arrived.

Jackie Chan, the sniper hiding on the rooftop in the distance, would be 100% blasted into pieces.

"Hahaha, leave it to me. Old Carter will show that bastard what the baptism of death is all about."

Lucat, sitting arrogantly in the back of the armored pickup truck, flipped over and sat in the high-riding seat, gripping the steering wheel and spinning it rapidly.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

With the sound of meshing gears moving, the Chinese-made "Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun" mounted on the back of the pickup truck began to rapidly change direction.

The two thick 14.5mm barrels, joined together, resembled the scythe of death, pointing straight into the distance.

After the single-barreled gun stopped moving, the high-level sight above the anti-aircraft machine gun could be seen through the roof railing of the "Hammir Hotel".

Having located the rooftop of the Hamil Hotel, Lucat made no stop.

With the help of a Red Turban Army soldier nearby, they immediately began preparations for opening fire.

"Clang, crack~"

Two closed ammunition belts were inserted into the chamber, and the bolt was pulled shut with both hands to chamber the round. Then, the hands gripped the steering wheel, and the right foot was raised and pressed down on the firing pedal.

With just this one simple action, the previously calm "beast" suddenly went into berserk mode.

"Knock knock knock..."

The gunshots sounded like the beating of drums.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh..."

The reddish-yellow flames spewed incessantly as the 14.5*114mm tungsten-core armor-piercing discarding sabot round, thicker than a finger, hurtled forward like a wolf at nearly 1000 meters per second, accompanied by a piercing whistle.

The Type 58 twin-barreled anti-aircraft machine gun is a large-caliber heavy machine gun.

One of the barrels has a combat rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, a horizontal firing range of over 1000 meters, and can easily penetrate 20mm steel plates.

Firing two gun barrels in parallel is equivalent to doubling the firepower.

1200 shots per minute.

20 shots per second.

The sheer speed of the shots, described as bullets flying in a straight line through the air, is not an exaggeration at all.

That's the truth!

(End of this chapter)