Chapter 922 - 415: Fully Armed_2

Chapter 922: Chapter 415: Fully Armed_2

Facing them, a group of twelve fully armed members of the Special Forces from the Sacred City Brigade, led by Captain Sith, also arrived at the airport.

"Captain Sith, we will now begin exchanging radio channel passwords; we can communicate at any time in case of any situation."

Gong Qingyong gave a signal to the technical police member, instructing Zhuang Feng to establish communication with the other party.

Even though the two teams were cooperating, each had its own command center, and must prioritize listening to orders from higher-ups and reporting continuously. Sharing radio channels completely would cause chaos.

Sith gave an exceedingly cold impression, even more unsociable than Miliburn, the previous officer who had sacrificed himself.

Throughout the process, apart from nodding, he did not say another word to them.

Everyone boarded a CH-47 Chinook helicopter, preparing to proceed to the villa area in the northern suburbs of Tehran.

The helicopter had only just taken off.

Gu Ji received a message from Baron: they were under attack by PM Mercenaries.

From Baron’s description, it seemed that this group’s level was considerably higher than the mercenaries encountered in the previous mission in Brazil.

Moreover, they were numerous and well-equipped.

He and Wa Xueming were so overwhelmed they could hardly fight back.

If it weren’t for some Iranian intelligence agents nearby diverting the enemy’s attention, they might have already been captured alive.

"Didn’t expect the PM Mercenaries’ counter-reconnaissance capabilities to be so strong."

Gu Ji had a sudden idea and opened the privilege vault, first equipping all three of them with individual tactical gear, then issuing them three ERC Signal Jammers and three Super Demolition Hammers.

Indeed.

He hadn’t used this new equipment during the last train derailment checkpoint.

As a result, he’d saved up enough to now have three hammer handles and four hammer heads.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

"F*ck! If we keep hiding here, we’ll die sooner or later!"

Baron, hiding in the greenery of the villa area, listened to the fierce gunfire behind the trees, furrowing his brows.

Wa Xueming, wielding a Glock 19 bought from the black market, symbolically fired at a mercenary on the road, but quickly was forced back by a rain of bullets.

"Relax, we won’t die. If they truly wanted to kill us, they would have stormed in and taken us out long ago."

Wa Xue Ming grinned and quickly pulled out a pistol magazine from his waist to replace it.

At that moment, a "buzzing" sound arose.

A drone flew from behind, a black bucket-like bag dangling from its base, and dropped onto the green lawn with a "clang."

"It’s 7472’s equipment support!"

Baron, familiar with this scenario, immediately recognized it as a reinforcement maneuver from 7472, "Cover me!"

With these words, he dashed to the bag, grabbed it, and rolled behind a bush.

"What’s inside?"

"Hahaha, we’re rich this time! HK rifles, grenades, concussion bombs, tactical vests, and... a hammer!"

"A hammer?"

Upon hearing the word, Wa Xueming froze momentarily before instinctively dodging the enemy’s bullets, "What are you standing around for? Throw some smoke grenades to provide cover!"

"Psssh!"

Baron grabbed two smoke grenades and tossed them out.

The two, taking advantage of the smoke for concealment, swiftly entered a nearby villa yard, where they divided up the weaponry and equipment like thieves, all the while keeping an eye on the pursuers behind.

But before they could run much further.

A drone flew overhead, its spherical lens dead-on tracking the two like a cat toying with mice.

"Use the ERC, dammit!"

"The damn thing doesn’t last long; we can’t get far. Get inside and evade the drone first!"

Wa Xue Ming was thinking of using the jammer to evade the drone’s sight.

However, Baron, adept in counter-reconnaissance, clearly had more experience, pulling him through the window into the villa.

"Ah!!"

In the living room, a middle-aged Iranian man in a bathrobe saw the two heavily armed with rifles, screamed in terror, clutching a fruit knife but not daring to approach, only retreating continuously.

"Who are you? Don’t come near. I’ve already called the police!"

"Great! Call them again and tell them to hurry!"

Realizing the man could speak English, Baron replied mockingly before quickly escaping deeper into the house with Wa Xue Ming.

Outside the room.

The Iranian intelligence agents were soon dealt with by the PM Mercenaries, leaving only Baron and Wa Xue Ming, akin to "shooting fish in a barrel."

"Soap, don’t kill them yet. I want them alive!"

"Yes, Boss Cohen!"

Soap grinned, wielding his gun as he stormed the room with another mercenary.

The homeowner wasn’t as lucky this time.

They exchanged glances but before he could speak, Soap ended him with two precise shots, then the four split into two teams, one heading upstairs, the other clearing downstairs.

"Prepare!"

In the bedroom, Baron glanced at the drone outside the window, suddenly pressing the ERC Signal Jammer in his hand, then leaping through the window frame, "Quick, old Wang, follow me!"

Though Wa Xueming was hefty, the rigorous training in Northern Myanmar had made him quite agile.

seconds.

Baron and Wa Xue Ming dashed through the villa, as if their lives depended on it.

But while sprinting, they hit a dead end.

"Baron, is this the route you chose?"

"F*ck! I remembered the car was parked right ahead; who could’ve guessed it was a dead end!"

Baron had no map of the villa area.

He looked back at the drone hovering in the distant sky, gritting his teeth, "There’s no time. Even if we evade the drone’s sight, they’ll catch up soon. Let’s gamble!"

As he spoke, he pulled the Super Demolition Hammer from his backpack.

The hammer’s design was immensely stylish.

The handle was matte black, feeling like skin-like material, with a hydraulic strut-like structure connecting the handle to the hammer body, which was a gun-metal gray textured steel; the point resembled a warhead marked with Roman numeral "I," indicating it was a level one hammerhead.

"Do you think something this small can break through a concrete wall?"

"What do you know, old man!"

Having seen the information on his phone, Baron grasped the hammer tightly, took a deep breath, and swung forcefully at the concrete wall.

With a thunderous clap.

Baron’s arms felt as if a steel whip had lashed them, immediately leaving his wrists numb.

"Holy crap!"

Wa Xueming quickly waved away the dust, couldn’t help but swear.

A child-sized hole had appeared in the concrete wall, opening to the street outside.

Crucially.

The sound of the hammer’s explosion was disproportionate to the resulting strength.

And despite Baron being so close to the hammer, apart from numb wrists, there was no sign of injury elsewhere on his body, not even a fracture!

This clearly defied scientific explanation!

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

"Ah! Right!"

Wa Xue Ming hurriedly squeezed through the hole, scanned left and right, immediately spotting a black SUV parked on the street, their vehicle, "Let’s go, get in the car!"

The two hastily got inside, started the engine, and sped away.

As their car just vanished from the intersection, a PM Mercenaries drone arrived at the site of the wall explosion.

Soon after.

Cohen and his men, including Soap, reached the spot.

Gazing at the shattered wall, Soap scratched his head.

"How did they do it, bringing high explosives along?"

"Such a huge hole, even with explosives, they need to drill, right?"

Asked an older mercenary with a scar on his left eye, the team’s demolition expert, "And the sound was different. High explosives should be louder than that sound!"