Chapter 55

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

After Milton pulled out, the two behind him almost simultaneously pulled out as well, and in an instant the three controlled the vision within their respective corners.

The rifles in the three men's hands spat tongues of fire.

The patrol group clustered together was far too obvious a target, drunk and careless, and all were shot down by Milton in a single exchange.

The checkpoint's sentries and patrol group were disposed of just like that, without even managing to buy a single second!

Flora almost without pause ran to the front of the line, swept the room's glass to pieces, and together with "Poison" threw two M67 Defensive Grenades inside.

Defensive grenades have a huge damage radius; exploding indoors is enough to eliminate, or at least seriously injure, all enemies in the room.

With two loud bangs, Milton followed "Poison" into the dormitory.

Within sight, an Inspector lay beside the water dispenser writhing in pain—this was a colleague Milton knew.

Bang bang bang!

One shot to the head, two to the chest; Milton mercilessly killed this colleague, opened his walkie-talkie, and reported: "'Tax Collector' is secure."

"'Medicine Bottle' is secure."

"'Poison' is secure."

Milton stepped forward to the point position, leaned against the strong side of the next room, and kicked the door open with one foot.

Almost simultaneously, Milton's peripheral vision saw Flora's M4A1-mounted M203 Grenade Launcher fire; a high-explosive grenade grazed past his eyes and flew into the room.

Boom!

Before the echo of the explosion had ended, Milton stepped into the dangerous corner and fired, precisely killing two Inspectors who had just woken up, their eyes hazy, not yet realizing what had happened.

Blood spattered!

To be honest, Milton's marksmanship could at most be called excellent, still far from top-tier.

But his advanced tactical thinking meant he never needed to face the enemy head-on.

Still, after returning this time, he'd have to find a way to train his marksmanship, after all accidents would always happen...

In his ears came the sound of M4A1s and M16s firing.

All four people in the room were eliminated, blood staining every bed.

"Clear complete; this dormitory has one last room and one restroom remaining."

Speaking at the same time, Flora had already come to the door of the last room and reached out to turn the doorknob.

Milton and "Poison" didn't even need hand signals to communicate; almost simultaneously they each threw a grenade inside.

Boom!

Flora almost rode the smoke of the grenade explosion into the last room.

The only enemy in the room had been blown to pieces in the earlier explosion; no intact corpse could be found.

The last three followed the same procedure and confirmed the restroom was safe.

The first advantageous cover was successfully seized!

The whole process took less than 20 seconds!

Only after such an important stronghold was occupied did the people at the checkpoint finally belatedly realize they were under attack.

Milton showed not the slightest slack; he turned and rushed to the window, shouting: "Immediately occupy advantageous firing positions, maintain continuous suppression, don't let the enemy organize a counterattack!"

Now the enemy didn't know how many of their own side there were, didn't know the casualty situation, command was offline, and they were in chaos—they should take advantage and crush them in one blow.

At this moment, several lights lit up before Milton's eyes, and immediately he saw several figures whose shoes and pants hadn't even been put on yet scattering and fleeing; two of them actually ran toward the direction of his muzzle.

They didn't even figure out where Milton was positioned!

They even turned on lights while fleeing!

Milton immediately raised his rifle and shot, killing these two fools.

"Iron Anvil's" voice came over the walkie-talkie: "'Tax Collector', I think you can advance and seize the cover ahead; they turned on their lights, I can see very clearly, everyone has fled!"

The enemy actually just directly gave up such important cover!

Battle results vanished in an instant; Milton marveled at the enemy's stupidity, his feet not slow at all, immediately climbed out the window and quickly rushed to seize the room area that had been yielded.

"A gap has appeared in the enemy's defense line! 'Medicine Bottle', go up!"

"Enemies are fleeing; watch the side!"

"There may still be people inside; throw grenades first!"

At the same time, the sniper position continued harvesting lives one shot at a time—after taking out two sentries in succession and sniping several Inspectors, "Iron Anvil's" position still had not been exposed!

If facing a stronger opponent, they'd have to change position after every shot.

Soon Milton successfully seized the next room area and consolidated the defense line with the other two teammates.

In just 40 seconds, the checkpoint's entire defense line was almost breached!

The targets still blocking ahead were only a section of cover made up of small rooms such as the Station Master's Office, shared restroom, and storage room.

Beyond the warehouse, the end could be seen at a glance, with no dead angles; it was absolute disadvantageous cover, not worth worrying about.

After passing the warehouse, Milton could successfully steal the truck.

Nearly a minute passed before the people at the checkpoint barely came to their senses and began organizing sporadic counterattacks.

Someone wielded an UZI and swept toward Milton and his group's general direction, but such shooting obviously had no effect and only exposed their own position.

Milton pressed against the wall; in the moment the enemy gunfire stopped, he poked his head toward the direction the gunfire had just come from—in his sight, an Inspector actually so carelessly exposed his entire body outside cover to reload!

The red dot optic doesn't rely so much on the three-point alignment; Milton's muzzle locked onto the enemy instantly, and he opened fire.

The Type 81's fierce report sounded, and the target fell at the sound, not moving a muscle.

Don't know if he's completely dead, but Milton won't keep exposing his position; after firing he immediately ducked back inside cover and quickly shifted to another window from which he could shoot.

This is the benefit of being in advantageous cover, holding an advantageous firing position!

Milton maneuvered nimbly inside cover, and hearing gunshots he coolly popped up to shoot; bullet after bullet precisely took enemy lives, then he shrank back like a ghost and relocated.

The enemies' exposed positions covered too wide an area, and the three-man squad had high-precision optics; nearly every shot took a life.

After taking out another three gunners, there were no living enemies left in Milton's field of view.

Enemies who only know to spray wildly in the general direction of gunfire with Micro Uzis have never seen this kind of playstyle; they only felt bullets flying from all directions, while their counterfire did nothing but expose their positions!

The counterattack team of nearly 10 men that the checkpoint had barely managed to organize was completely shot dead in about 30 seconds.

Milton wiped his face: "Clear complete, 'Anvil' respond, are there any enemies not yet cleared? Can we continue advancing?"

"Haven't seen any for now……"

"Anvil"'s voice paused, then suddenly shouted sternly: "Wait! Get down! You all get down fast!"

Milton didn't hesitate a bit, directly dropping prone on the ground.

A burst of familiar gunfire reached his ears.

FN FAL!

The checkpoint brought out heavy firepower, trying to suppress the three of them!

Flora also dropped prone, calling out: "Wait for him to finish his mag, the three of us pull out together……"

"No good!" The one vetoing the plan was "Anvil", "The other side is a makeshift machine gun position of three men; they can sustain firepower suppression. I'll try to snipe…… bad, they've spotted me!"

Nonsense! Sniped that many shots, it'd be a miracle if you weren't discovered!

Even with a silencer, it's already a miracle you weren't discovered until now.

The enemy is weak, but they're not completely french fries either.

Listening to the crazy spraying gunfire, Milton roared: "Don't trade shots, we have artillery, the enemy is clustered, direct shelling! Use mortars to bomb their position!"