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On the autumn nights, a chill had settled in, especially near the riverside.
In a dilapidated, abandoned warehouse by the river, faint flickers of fire could be seen within, suggesting that a homeless person was resting inside. The night breeze caused the loose metal sheets on the roof to rattle, adding an eerie atmosphere to the area.
"Why haven't they arrived yet? It shouldn't take this long for such a simple task. We can't leave a bad impression and raise doubts about our abilities," said a man at the warehouse entrance, puffing on a cigar.
The unique freshness of Italian accents seemed to lose its charm when spoken by this burly man.
"Albert, don’t smoke cigars outside at night. Are you trying to get us killed?" his companion, Beside, replied with a hint of annoyance before addressing him.
Although the abandoned warehouse was surrounded by overgrown weeds and visibility was poor in the darkness, the glowing red tip of the cigar made it easy to spot their location.
Upon hearing his companion's cautious warning, Albert chuckled dismissively and blew a puff of smoke into Beside's face. With an air of pride typical of Italians, he said, "Come on, you're being too paranoid. The Chinese Empire is extremely cautious about firearms. Besides, our main forces are still here. Are we really afraid of an ambush? This warehouse is easy to defend; with our overall strength, even ordinary police or regular soldiers without heavy weapons can't do anything to us. We need to have confidence in our abilities; these yellow-skinned peasants can't possibly—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud pop silenced him completely as his complaining companion's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white brain matter all over him and extinguishing his cigar.
The sudden change startled him into alertness. However, before he could reach for his radio to issue a warning, a spiraling bullet sliced through the air and drilled straight into the cigar in his mouth. It penetrated through his mouth and exited through the back of his skull, taking part of his head with it.
The words he had intended to say were lost forever as cold voices echoed in his earpiece: "Group 11 must reach Zone B within 11 seconds. Group 1 will cover from a 37-degree angle to the right." Lucas followed the instructions obediently but felt a chill run down his spine. How did they have such precise control over the situation? Even with satellite maps, it was impossible to track everyone's movements accurately.
The performance of their opponents reminded him of their previous encounter with the Gustav Group in Algeria; there were striking similarities in how their leader operated. Strangely enough, Lucas felt that this peculiar formal member was even more competent than their leader back then!
"How is that possible? The style is similar; perhaps he is a disciple of the leader. Hmm. With such a gifted young person, it is indeed very likely." After gathering his thoughts, Lucas advanced coldly and swiftly, slitting the throat of a patrolling guard who had yet to react, then gently laid the body down.
According to the tactics arranged by Yang Lai for this operation, in an environment like this warehouse, if the opponents were all elite marksmen skilled in pistol shooting, it was crucial to minimize losses by eliminating their combat effectiveness before they could react.
The plan was to charge forward with full force initially and then stabilize once the confrontation began.
The team's impressive operational capability was utilized to ten percent of its potential under Yang's command!
Everyone's contributions were maximized! This level of efficiency was something Lucas had never experienced even under Mr. Mo Wenfu's command!
The attention to detail was astonishing!
"The harvesting phase is over; we are entering the attrition phase. Prioritize personal safety above all else, advance slowly, and use combined forces to wear down the enemy's morale," came the changing orders through the intercom. The members of the Hivemind Team, now integrated into the warehouse, adjusted their strategies accordingly.
The night wind continued to rattle the loose metal sheets on the warehouse roof, while above, a figure stood with a handheld computer.
The screen flickered with light, revealing his features—it was Yang Xiaoyou!
On the computer screen was a three-dimensional layout of the entire warehouse. His fingers moved deftly across it, making modifications to certain details while simultaneously issuing commands over the intercom.
In this environment, joining the battle personally might provide significant support; however, for the team, his current role was more critical. Being in the thick of it could lead to oversight or complacency. With the enemy armed, even a minor lapse could result in the deaths of several key members.
Moreover, although that group of Italians were merely putting on a show, since they were willing to take on this job and all their combat personnel had already entered the country, they seemed to possess considerable confidence in themselves.
This was not a decision or action that a force recently defeated in Tunisia could afford to make. Once they failed, it would only add insult to injury, leading to internal division and dissolution.
The opponent must still hold enough trump cards to give them such confidence!
I had been observing from the shadows, ready to become a fresh force to support any potential changes without making a move.
In this scale of special operations, my personal strength was sufficient to influence the outcome of the battle.
Simply taking down the opponent was not particularly difficult; however, doing so without incurring losses would require considerable effort.
Then, Yang Xiaoyou closed the laptop and casually took two steps forward, leaping down from the iron sheet that had been lifted by the night wind. A group of killers suddenly emerged from nowhere. Who had we just provoked upon arriving here?! Could it be the government authorities? Damn it!” Bartholomew's face was dark enough to drip water as he crouched behind cover with his gun and three subordinates.
The communication gap with the Scouts had been so short that a third of our personnel had been silently eliminated in such a brief period! This was an experience he had never encountered before!
Even during negotiations with drug lords in Mexico, he had never faced such a passive situation!
If it weren't for his brothers' accurate shooting skills and their reliance on various cover for counterattacks, anyone else would have likely collapsed by now!
Yet even so, although they had managed to halt the opponent's offensive, the results were limited. Thanks to his subordinates' precise marksmanship, they had only managed to injure a few of the enemy; not a single body lay before them. Even with bulletproof vests, this was a significant humiliation for their combat effectiveness. To be continued.
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