[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

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Koenig immediately rushed over and patted Rowe's face.

"Love! Are you alright?"

As he spoke, he began to check Luo Wei's vital signs.

Unbeknownst to him, his knee, which was wrapped with knee pads, bumped into the hilt of the knife stuck in Luo Wei's abdomen.

"Ho-"

Luo Wei let out a cry of pain, and his previously listless face furrowed into a deep frown.

"König, you'd kill him even if he's not dead yet, get out of the way!"

The ghost yelled at Koenig, who obediently moved away from Rowe, but made a pitiful attempt to explain himself.

"Maybe... I brought him back to life?"

The ghost rolled its eyes at him: "Stop having such horrific thoughts, Death candidate."

Then he crouched down and encouraged Luo Wei, who was weakly opening his eyes, "Hang in there."

Then, gripping the walkie-talkie, he called out urgently:

"A-1 needs medical attention! Come immediately!"

"S-3 received, proceed immediately."

A reply came through the earphones very quickly.

"Lieutenant... Rosen, Rosen ran northeast... his target... is the warehouse."

Despite being stabbed, Luo Wei still managed to reveal the information he knew.

The ghost nodded: "Understood, leave it to us."

After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Wei spoke again:

"Ed and Ruth, in...the small house at the southernmost end."

Ed and Ruth were his teammates and a police officer who came with him.

The ghost nodded again and looked at Camo, who understood and arranged for someone to go find it.

After the medical S-3 arrived, Ghost handed Rowe over to him, and then continued on to the warehouse with Koenig and Camor.

After the others gathered, the three ghosts got into the car, which was driven by Oris.

Koenig and Ghost briefly discussed the mission details and speculations, only to find Camo gazing out the window, lost in thought, with a somewhat melancholy expression.

Thinking about the relationship between Rosen and Camo, Koenig felt a rare pity for this weathered man and offered to help Camo cheer up.

"Kamo, do you...do you have a wife and children?"

At Camo's age, he should have been married and had children by now, so approaching him from the perspective of his family would be more effective.

"died."

Kamo's voice was indifferent.

Koenig was stunned.

Camo's voice continued:

“During one mission, I arrested a drug lord. Because I refused to release him due to pressure from his gang, my wife and children were kidnapped by the drug traffickers.”

“They left my wife’s wedding ring hand and my child’s head at the police station entrance, along with a bunch of gruesome photos.”

“I wanted to lead a group to arrest them and avenge my wife and children, but I was imprisoned by the higher-ups. Then, the drug lord was released.”

"My teammates, my brothers who fought alongside me, felt indignant and acted on their own, shooting and killing that drug lord. Then, my brothers were ambushed by drug dealers during a mission and died too..."

When Camor spoke these words, his tone was calm, but his trembling hands betrayed his pain.

He turned his head and looked at Koenig, his weathered face revealing a pair of world-weary and indifferent eyes.

"This is the current state of Mexico, a state that ordinary people cannot shake or change."

"So, you don't need to worry that I'll side with the drug dealers. I hate them more than anyone else, I hate..."

Camo suddenly frowned and turned to look at the ghost beside him.

"Lieutenant, are the gas masks and hazmat suits ready?"

If there really are highly toxic substances in the warehouse, going into battle without preparing protective gear would be suicide!

The ghost replied, "Only ten sets."

There are only ten sets, which means only ten people can go to the warehouse to face an unknown enemy.

Seeing Camo's somber expression, Ghost's voice remained firm.

"We also have snipers; ten men should be enough."

It wasn't that he was arrogant, but rather that his experience gave him enough confidence.

For soldiers, a probability greater than 50% should give them confidence. Only strong confidence can give them the courage to complete various extreme missions.

Camor, however, disagreed and still asked hesitantly:

"If you could only choose between the target and cyanide, which one should we choose?"

It's no wonder he hesitated; extremists often resort to extreme measures, so it's essential to stay focused on one's goals.

The ghost tilted its head, its brown eyes scrutinizing Camo, before finally giving a curt reply.

"Target."

This was his primary task; cyanide was a separate matter.

Camo's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he smiled, "A firm choice is a responsibility to the entire team."

Having just finished reconnaissance and reunited with your teammates downstream, you receive an inquiry from the Ghost.

"Y-1, how's the situation?"

You truthfully report your findings to him, and then draw your conclusion:

"It is very likely that it is a storage site for cyanide, and there may also be other dangerous raw materials inside."

After all, cyanide alone cannot be used to create a chemical weapon with widespread destructive power.

You think of the warehouse, those stacked boxes, there might be other things inside.

"Thank you for your hard work. We'll come find you."

The ghost didn't say much, only giving a brief response.

But you couldn't resist your curiosity and asked him, "Did you catch the target?"

"The target isn't here. Rosen escaped. Rowe said the target should be in the warehouse."

It was Koenig's voice.

You nodded, responding as you removed the camouflage from your body and the sniper rifle.

"Alright, hurry up, lest they escape..."

Bang! ! !

You suddenly staggered, then turned around and stared in disbelief at the raging fire that had suddenly sprung up in the distance.

The warehouse...exploded.

The warehouse exploded!

"Little bird! Reply to me!"

A sudden, loud shout from the ghost quickly pulled you back from your shock!

You quickly replied, "Lieutenant! The warehouse has exploded, and the cyanide and other toxic chemicals inside are releasing toxic fumes!"

No sooner had you finished speaking than you saw a small helicopter take off and fly away from the source of the fire.

That's... the target!?

If your target was originally inside the warehouse, and upon learning of your attack, chose to detonate the warehouse, forcing you to control the spread of the toxic gas and thus giving yourself a chance to escape...

The helicopter, which is easy to hide in and compact, becomes an excellent escape tool.

But the capacity to carry only two people meant that everyone else was abandoned in the warehouse and tortured to death by fire and poisonous fog!

Ruthless! Terrifying!

At this moment, you realize with absolute clarity the danger posed by terrorists.

And you really have no choice but to control the spread of the toxic fog, otherwise many innocent people may be harmed, and you will be held accountable!

ch.273: Sense of Participation

"Lieutenant, the target escaped in a helicopter."

Report what you see.

On Ghost's side, Camo asked, "Lieutenant, is it still not too late to pursue them?"

Looking at the billowing smoke, the ghost made a firm decision: "Put out the fire."

Camo frowned: "Then the target will escape, and there will be little chance for a second time."

Just moments ago, the ghost had firmly chosen its target.

The ghost lowered its eyes and said in a deep voice, "Every choice has consequences."

Objects and goals are not the same as human lives and goals.

Camo suddenly smiled and gave an order into the walkie-talkie:

"Attention all team members, prepare to fight the fire."

"Team A, put on your protective suits! Quickly!"