sinovels Chapter 33 Ghost Operation
Chapter 33 Ghost Operation
In the pouring rain, Titus landed steadily on the sniper like a face-hugging spider.
The immense impact caused the sniper to fall to his knees on the spot, the sound of bones breaking was crisp and clear, and his eyes, mouth, and nose were covered by Titus's large hand.
He tried to shout "Enemy attack!" but only a faint whimper came out.
A warm, suffocating whisper arose, as gentle as a bedtime story:
"Relax, take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."
With a twist of his hands, blood gushed from his neck in a joyful arc, like a carousel in an amusement park.
He picked up the sniper's blinking headset and put it on.
"Everything is normal in Area A, 1st floor of the multi-family building. Over!"
"Everything is normal in Zone S, 2nd floor of the multi-level building. Over!"
"Everything is normal at the corner on the 3rd floor of the multi-story building. Over!"
Titus curled his lips slightly. This was their internal communication method, reporting situations in real time. They were a group of well-trained mercenaries.
The sniper used the MK13 sniper rifle, which is foldable for easy carrying and fires .300 Winchester Magnum rounds, a common piece of equipment used by the mercenaries.
The poor sniper, after realizing he couldn't make a sound, tried to fire a shot to warn his teammates, but he died before he could pull the trigger.
Titus drew his military dagger and continued his stealth. In such a stormy night, a dagger was definitely more effective than a firearm, and it had a more assassination-like feel to it. He would become the reaper of death.
He walked straight down the massive hot blast furnace corridor, where rain would fall into the steel forest like millions of bullets clattering down, the sound incessant, disguising the sound of Titus's footsteps.
Halfway around, he encountered another mercenary, equipped with a Remington ACR rifle that fires 5.56 rounds, and wearing a tactical vest with several high-explosive grenades hanging on it.
Titus thought with a wicked sense of humor that the thing might hurt him, but it would only cause him pain.
Mercenary A, carrying an assault rifle in one hand, looked down at the building with an air of dominance, seemingly focused primarily on the ground. He pressed his other hand against his headset and said:
"The blast furnace section B is operating normally; there are no suspicious targets on the ground."
You've finished speaking, right?
Like a ghost, Titus plunged his knife into the mercenary's respiratory tract. He tried to make a sound, but only blood gushed from his mouth.
In his final moments, he tried to detonate the grenade, but faster than him was Titus's strong, powerful hand, which firmly pressed the safety.
He looked up in horror to see Titus gently shaking his head at him.
Those were compassionate eyes, like a loving father refusing his child's excessive use of electronic devices, telling him, "Son, this place is too dangerous for you; you can't go."
When Mercenary A realized what was happening and tried to pull the trigger, he found that he had already lost too much blood and had no strength left.
The mercenary's legs went weak and he collapsed onto Titus. A vibrant life was lost in his arms, and he silently closed his eyes for him.
Using the same method, Titus quietly eliminated several mercenaries in succession.
One of the men, who was quite skilled, thought he could hold his own against him, but when the man threw a punch, it felt like hitting a steel plate, breaking his hand. He realized it was too late to beg for mercy.
Titus killed him gently.
Titus respects every life, but wrong decisions must come at a price. Since they chose the path of mercenaries, they should be prepared to be shot the first time they pull the trigger.
He did not consider himself to have killed them, but merely to have sent them to meet the merciful Father.
The merciful Father forgives all sins.
Titus walked into the complex, his black uniform stained with blood. With each step he took, blood and raindrops dripped down, making him look like a god of death.
What does it feel like to have your brain explode?
Mercenary B stood guard at the top of the stairs when he suddenly noticed a huge black shadow cast above him. At the same time, a thunderous roar sounded from the sky, and a flash of white light disappeared in an instant.
Mercenary B composed himself and pressed his earpiece to ask why Mercenary A, who had been guarding above, had come down.
The only response he received was the crackling of electricity and the incessant banging of metal plates.
Without the slightest hesitation, B raised his gun and fired, but even faster than him was a flash of cold light.
The dagger pierced his wrist precisely, firmly welding half of his arm to the cement wall.
Titus knew that this guy was about to yell!
This meant his stealth was about to fail, and his surging blood told him he enjoyed the thrill of assassination.
Moreover, he hated such heart-wrenching wails. He was not a demon who enjoyed tormenting people; his purpose was to let them go to see the merciful Father happily.
In the blink of an eye! Titus took a step forward, using the iron railing of the stairs as a springboard for a diagonal leap, and punched mercenary B in the head.
The soft, fragrant watermelon burst open, its seeds and sweet juice spreading out in a dynamic, radial pattern across half of the cement wall.
Titus flicked the sticky sauce off the back of his hand and thought happily:
He successfully thwarted the enemy Terran's sonic attack! This is a great victory for the Terrans!
He suddenly realized that he no longer needed that weak and powerless dagger, and his body trembled uncontrollably with excitement!
The call of the ancient god resounded once more:
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering to the skull seat!"
"Do whatever you want!"
As the sound faded, he felt a vast, boundless energy surging within him, a power that erupted like a volcano!
A voice shouted through the headset:
"Mercenary B hired, please respond. Over!"
"Mercenary B hired, please respond. Over!"
"..."
On the third floor of the complex, the mercenary leader Jack was horrified to discover that the brothers guarding the high-pressure furnace had not reported the situation on time, and his call to them through the earpiece had gone unanswered.
Everyone outside has probably been taken care of!
Damn it, when did this happen...?
Jack cursed, "Damn it!" Suddenly, a strange male voice blared through his earpiece, like the Grim Reaper's greeting:
"Mercenary B, please give my greetings to you..."
Then there was a click, followed by the sound of turbulence, and the channel was cut off.
Jack angrily pressed his ear; the damn 'snap' sound almost made him shit himself!
He knew that damn guy had crushed the headset.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of leather boots stepping on steel plates, growing louder as they approached.
"Da, da, da, da..."
Steady and powerful, like the ticking of Death's clock striking Jack's heart.
Something is approaching.
Wait... the footsteps sound like only one person!
How is that possible? Did one person kill all twenty-four people outside?
Where's my royal sniper?!
Jack quickly ordered all the mercenaries in the building to assemble on the third floor, as if he were waiting on purpose, or perhaps he was deliberately toying with them.
Even after being discovered, the footsteps continued at a leisurely pace.
"Da, da, da, da..."