Chapter 54

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton put on heavy body armor, wore his helmet, checked his equipment, and the four of them split into two teams and drove out of the garage.

Boom boom...

Two large-displacement off-road vehicles drove out of the garage, onto the main road, heading toward the checkpoint.

Flora, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly made a snide remark: "Wait for the traffic light?"

Milton rolled his eyes: "Wait for what, I'd wait for it but it needs electricity first."

"Wait..." Flora in the passenger seat suddenly withdrew her smile, leaning forward, "Is there something hanging above the traffic light? Why is it swaying?"

"Huh?!"

As the car drew closer, with the help of the high beams, Milton saw clearly those few swaying black shadows.

They were several corpses that had been brutally mutilated.

Two of the faces were ones Milton had seen not long ago—the wife and daughter of the sheriff who had been shot in the head.

The wounds on their bodies and the pain lingering in their dilated pupils were enough to show what they had suffered before death.

The compartment fell silent.

Flora silently stared ahead, and after a while said: "They're warning you, no, warning us."

"This isn't a warning, it's a prelude." Milton suppressed all his emotions, "Pedro, Varta, Raoul... and his interest group are spreading terror to us."

Flora propped up her leg, gently stroking the brand-new M4A1 with her finger, and asked: "You're not scared, are you?"

"Bullying women and children can't make me afraid." Milton's tone was extremely calm, "What's wrong, could it be that you're afraid?"

"What do I have to fear, I just fear that after you take control of the entire town's tax system you'll kick us out with one foot." Flora forcefully flicked the gunstock, "Besides, we were once NATO, understand NATO? Those who should be afraid should be them."

Tsk, the face of imperialism.

But to be honest, when they stand on our side, it's still pretty great.

Milton stepped hard on the accelerator: "You're right with that sentence, those who should be afraid are them, especially after today."

Half an hour passed, when there were still two kilometers to the checkpoint, Milton pulled the car over and stopped in the forest.

The car's noise was too loud and the target too big, there was no way to avoid the searchlight of the checkpoint observation post.

For the next journey, it's best to go on foot.

The four of them had no nonsense, quickly completing the equipment unloading.

Milton continued to issue orders: "I take the M24, 'Medicine Bottle' carries the mortar, and the other two transport cannon shells and the PKM. Check the radios and equipment again."

"No errors."

"No errors."

Milton fixed the pickup noise-canceling headset: "Very good, depart. I take the lead, 'Medicine Bottle' brings up the rear."

"Received!"

"......"

The four immediately moved quickly toward the direction of the checkpoint.

The complex and rugged environment of the jungle, plus the extremely heavy load, made the four who hadn't rested all day feel fatigued after walking just a few hundred meters.

But no one spoke, and no one fell behind, everyone followed the team in silence.

After trekking for more than ten minutes, Milton finally saw that familiar checkpoint ahead.

"'Medicine Bottle' and 'Poison' set up and calibrate the cannon, I and 'Iron Anvil' reconnoiter enemy intelligence."

Milton found a slightly flatter reverse slope, put on the night vision device, set the magnification to maximum, and simply reconnoitered the checkpoint.

'Iron Anvil', responsible for fire support, did the same thing.

This place is only over 300 meters from the checkpoint, but under the protection of night, it can barely serve as a support position.

Two or three minutes later, Milton spoke: "The defense inside the checkpoint is extremely lax, only one person on each of the two observation posts; near the three advantageous covers we need to seize there are only three enemies patrolling; the enemies near the warehouse currently appear to be resting. Our truck to seize is in the garage behind the warehouse, when firing the cannon pay attention to avoid it."

To be honest, the people responsible for defending the checkpoint have almost no professionalism, and even the layout of the checkpoint is designed extremely unreasonably.

The entire checkpoint has only two exposed sentry posts that cannot cover each other, and not a single hidden post.

The sentry on the observation post is half-asleep, manning an M2 heavy machine gun that can only scare people; the patrolling gunners have no cover awareness at all, clustering around like headless flies, afraid the enemy won't be able to wipe them all out in one pot.

Inside the checkpoint, various important buildings, including the guard post and the station chief's office, are brightly lit, Milton even felt he was redundant bringing this night vision device.

"So fucking weak, I feel that even if they had 20 people, we could wipe them all out without injury."

From behind, Flora's slightly hoarse voice came: "Mortar setup complete, machine gun position arranged, I am ready."

Milton nodded slightly: "We'll wait a while and then sneak to the area near the checkpoint gate from the side, after 'Iron Anvil' snipes the sentry, immediately conduct dynamic entry, seize the first housing area. That's the dormitory of Varta's confidants, Varta took many people away, there won't be too many people inside."

"'Iron Anvil' is responsible for fire support and providing intelligence."

"I take the vanguard, 'Medicine Bottle' brings up the rear, depart."

When conducting dynamic entry, the positions of vanguard and rear guard alternate—after Milton as vanguard clears one room, the next room is breached by Flora as vanguard, with Milton bringing up the rear, cycling repeatedly until all enemies are eliminated.

Flora lightly patted Milton's shoulder, then moved to the very end of the team: "'Medicine Bottle' received."

Milton checked the Type 81 in his hand once more, leading the three-person team inch by inch to the side of the checkpoint wall, slowly moving to near the main gate.

The searchlight on the observation post shone straight onto the road, completely unaware they had already been approached this closely by the enemy.

Just as they stood still, the voice of 'Iron Anvil' came from the radio.

"Sniper position ready, I am waiting for the enemy patrol team to expose their side. After I fire, the enemy patrol team will probably be at the third parking space on the right side of the gate in the 15 o'clock direction, with no cover to enter."

Milton's heartbeat involuntarily quickened a little: "Received."

At this time, his pickup captured three disorderly footsteps coming from the left.

And several drunken voices.

"That bitch Varta raised... actually didn't take us to eat a big meal."

"Heh heh, do you know, I saw him secretly take a lot of money and hide it in the room before. Usually pretending to be so clean, I spit..."

"Hic! Who cares, let's drink!"

"..."

The speaking voices and footsteps gradually faded away to the right.

Suddenly, from the observation post above Milton's head came the sound of a wooden board being pierced, accompanied by half of the sentry's head suddenly disappearing.

Half a second later, the silenced M24's stapler-like sound came from the hillside!

"Iron Anvil" opened fire.

Milton almost at the same time turned sideways and poked his head out, drawing the gun line!