Chapter 660 - 414: The Frantic Captain! Deploy the Sweeper Squad! (Part 3)

Chapter 660: Chapter 414: The Frantic Captain! Deploy the Sweeper Squad! (Part 3)

After the incident, someone will help them disguise this matter as a burglary-induced murder.

"Those damned people, why don’t they stay in our great Federation?"

"They’re just a bunch of thieves and conmen, who’ve stolen our technology!"

"Damn it!" Mike grumbled obscenely while holding his gun.

He mixed his prejudices with the fear of the mission’s risk into venomous curses.

This mission was no ordinary affair, as the target location had elite protectors from the Dragon Country. They were well aware that they might be cannon fodder pushed to their deaths.

Therefore, these desperadoes not only cursed their boss but also poured endless malice onto those three targets they had never met.

The engine of the white sedan growled deeply, carrying a car full of hostility and killing intent, slowly merging into the night on Benning Street.

Five minutes passed.

The white sedan did not drive toward the gated entrance of the villa district.

Instead, it was forcibly stopped on a relatively quiet and tidy concrete road, still a hundred meters away from the entrance, by a shadow that suddenly appeared in its headlights!

"Screech—!"

The harsh sound of an emergency brake tore through the night’s silence.

"Holy crab! Fuck you! Boss! How the hell are you driving?"

In the car’s backseat, two fully armed mercenaries were jerked forward by inertia due to the unannounced brake.

Their automatic rifles, scattered bullets, along with their bodies, crashed into the back of the front seats.

The mercenary on the right was even worse off, his entire face had an "intimate contact" with the cold body of the heavy rifle in his arms.

The sharp pain of a fractured nose instantaeously hit him, and warm blood immediately gushed from his nostrils and brows, covering half of his face.

The pain and shock instantly made him lose his rationality, cursing instinctively even including the boss who was driving.

Under the dim streetlight, the tidy road surface, and the beam from the car lights, fixed squarely on the black shadow standing in the middle of the road, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Everyone shut the hell up! If you keep whining, I won’t mind running this gun barrel up each of your asses!"

A rough shout instantly silenced the curses within the car. The two mercenaries in the backseat wiped away the blood obstructing their view from the pain and chaos.

Only then did they, with the help of the car lights, see clearly who the road blocker was.

An elder in a black Zhongshan suit stood expressionless in the center of the light beam, holding what seemed like an ordinary cane.

This sight wasn’t good, as soon as the mercenaries saw this typical face and the maddeningly calm expression, their anger soared.

"Damn! It’s these shadowy haunt... people again!"

"I really want to smear their pretentious calm faces with shit!" One mercenary whispered a curse viciously inside the car.

"Damn, if it weren’t for the mission, I’d get out right now and dismantle his old bones!" Another mercenary chimed in.

"Huh? Wait a minute, where did he go? Where did that old guy with the cane go?"

The mercenaries finally snapped out of the pain and curses.

They realized the shadow blocking the headlights, the old man with the cane in Zhongshan suit, had disappeared!

As they were agitated, scanning their surroundings.

Bam!

A slight, almost imperceptible crisp sound.

Outside the driver’s side window, an aged yet powerfully mysterious finger pressed on the cold glass.

In the next moment, the robust bulletproof glass spread countless cracks as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Then, with a "crash," it completely shattered into dust!

Once the shattered glass pieces completely settled, Lu Xuan’s calm eyes outside the window lifted, flashing with a dazzling golden light no one dared to meet!

The mercenaries inside the car had their pupils shrink suddenly, their mouths opening instinctively, only to horrifically realize they couldn’t utter a sound!

An intangible and terrifying pressure, like numerous icy shackles, bound them from head to toe, making it impossible to move a finger!

Following that, an image surpassing their imagination rudely forced its way into their minds and sight.

In these mercenaries’ perceptions, the surrounding night, street, and vehicles disappeared without a trace.

Replaced by the shadows of countless towering, majestic mountain peaks reaching to the heavens.

They carried an ancient and overwhelming force, crashing down towards their minuscule souls!

It was an absolute will and mental oppression!

"Uh..."

Unable to even emit a proper grunt, all the mercenaries inside felt as if their souls were crushed into dust.

Their vision blacked out, completely losing consciousness, limp in their seats, unconscious.

From Lu Xuan’s strike to its end, it all happened in an instant.

The night continued as if nothing had occurred.

Until the sky gradually lit up and the morning light dispelled the last trace of darkness on Benning Street.

The tightly shut door of Villa No. 45 finally opened.

Under the protection of two Grandmasters who had achieved Transformation, three researchers walked out calmly and entered the business car waiting at the entrance.

The whole process was smooth and quick, no different from any ordinary morning departure.

Across the river, in the miscellaneous woods of the slum, Lu Xuan stood silently in the shade of the treetops, his gaze penetrating the morning mist and observing everything.

The car he dispatched last night, along with the unconscious mercenaries inside, had long been quietly dealt with, leaving no trace.

Lu Xuan watched the business car slowly leave No. 45 Benning Street, heading in the direction of the airport.

He slipped silently from the tree, landing without causing any dust.

Then Lu Xuan strolled casually, maintaining a mysterious distance with the business car ahead.

Meanwhile, deep within a secretive military base of the Eagle Federation.

In the command room, the lights were pale.

A middle-aged man with high-ranking epaulets punched the control console heavily, making a muffled sound, his expression iron blue.

"Damn it! Mike, Bob... Where the hell did those idiots end up last night?"

Why is the target on the road to the airport now, while we received no warning at all?"

On the screen in front of the middle-aged captain, real-time footage from satellites and roadside cameras displayed.

That business car carrying three researchers and two Grandmasters from Dragon Country who had achieved Transformation was driving on the highway toward the international airport.

Anger with a hint of subtle anxiety intertwined in the middle-aged officer’s eyes.

He absolutely could not let these people who possessed key technologies from Dragon Country leave just like that.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged captain swiftly turned, coldly issuing the ultimate directive into his communicator.

"Initiate the ’Cleaner’ protocol!

Issue the termination mission order to the Clute squad, intercept the target vehicle before it reaches the airport on Highway 67!"

"If necessary, you can use any means, but you must not let those individuals leave the Federation!"

"Yes, sir!" The subordinate responded without hesitation, and the command quickly transmitted.

In the depths of the base’s garage, a heavily modified, heavily armored high-performance off-road military vehicle, like a waking beast of steel, roared deeply and shot forward.

Inside sat three silent men.

They emitted a chilling aura, different from ordinary people, with unnatural metal protrusions and interfaces at key points on their bodies, clearly warfighters who had undergone mechanical alterations.

The man on the passenger side gripped a menacing oversized revolver with his left hand, while his right eye was covered by a screen flickering with data streams.

The man in the rear seat was even more exaggerated, holding a heavy rifle, his entire body clad in lightweight yet exceptionally durable high-strength alloy armor.

The driver too was fully armed, wearing a black alloy mask covering half his face.

What’s most startling is that a heavy weapon similar to a single-man rocket launcher was mounted on his right shoulder!

This killer squad composed of three mechanically altered warriors carried a cold, deadly aura as they sped towards Highway 67.