King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 341 - 330: Death Prayer

As Joe Ga and his team were approaching the dock, two RPGs hit the truck beds of two pickup trucks, simultaneously blasting away two mercenaries who were covering their companions.

The immense fire and heat from the explosion rendered Joe Ga’s thermal imager ineffective and also served as a warning to them that moving further forward would bring them into the enemy’s firing range from the flank.

Unable to see the distant enemies through the side of the warehouse, Joe Ga made a stopping motion as he approached the burning pickup trucks, signaling Dorian and the others to come closer while pressing the communicator and saying, "Team B, report..."

The response to Joe Ga wasn’t from ’Spur’ but a series of explosions...

’Pliers’ used 9 Broad Sword mines and the last of his C4 to create a deadly zone at the exit of the shipyard.

Reality proved that, on the battlefield, bullets are never as lethal as explosions!

Until now, Joe Ga and his team had risked attacking and had managed to kill only about a dozen people, but ’Pliers’ not only crippled the fleeing convoy with that move, but he also blocked the people behind at the open area of the shipyard entrance.

The steel balls released by Broad Sword were extremely lethal at close range, almost leaving no place to hide.

Vehicles not equipped with bulletproof features immediately turned into a hornet’s nest when hit on the side, with the police dregs and Heinz Farm people who followed the drug vehicles suffering heavy losses instantly.

A few guys who survived the explosion panicked as they pushed the doors open to get out of the cars, but were quickly found by bullets coming from the opposite warehouse area.

Nis’ G29 was excellent at silencing and flame suppression; one after another, the survivors of the explosion fell to the ground, with none of them able to pinpoint Nis’ exact location.

The third team from Heinz Farm at the rear of the convoy lost half of their people, and as the rest got out of their cars trying to flee in other directions, a sniper round from a Magnum hit a mercenary in the thigh...

"Sniper, oh shit, I’ve been hit..."

As a young mercenary screamed in terror, those who wanted to flee suddenly pressed against the rear of the cars, too scared to move recklessly...

"Save me, save me..."

The young man clutching his bleeding thigh cried out for help to his companions who were within arm’s reach.

A pot-helmeted mercenary roared ’cover fire’ as he stood up ready to risk a dash to save him, only to be grabbed by a middle-aged mercenary.

Facing the puzzled look from the pot-helmeted man, the middle-aged mercenary shook his head and said, "He’s as good as dead."

The pot-helmeted man looked incredulously at the numb and cruel expression of the middle-aged mercenary and said, "He’s our brother, we are always loyal!!"

The middle-aged mercenary paused for a moment, then shook his head coldly and said, "We are mercenaries. The day you joined this profession, you should have forgotten about so-called honor. Being alive means getting paid!"

With that, the middle-aged mercenary turned around to look at the position of team four, pressing his radio and saying, "Boss, I hear the chopper coming, we’ve got to go back, cross the shipyard and evacuate upstream...

Have team four cover us, the enemy is in the opposite warehouse area."

No sooner had the middle-aged mercenary finished speaking than gunfire erupted from the tops of a few buildings behind them, with a barrage of bullets spraying toward the warehouse area.

The middle-aged mercenary took one last look at the young mercenary who was still calling for help. He pulled along the still-confounded pot-helmeted man, gesturing to two other companions by his side to begin retreating into the factory...

Meanwhile, the police dreg, his leg wounded by a blast, tried to lead a few of his men to break away across the open ground along with ’Messenger’s’ gunmen only to run straight into the position established by ’Spurs’...

Nis lay atop the mobile warehouse, her eyes always on the scope of her G29, with the entire open ground battlefield within her sight.

Seeing a few mercenaries abandon their wounded comrade trying to retreat into the factory, Nis quietly recited her ’Death Prayer’ and pulled the trigger...

"Bang," the pot-helmeted man trailing at the back took a bullet to the back and fell.

"I pray for deliverance from destiny’s hardships..."

"Bang," a mercenary sprinting forward took a bullet to the shoulder and tumbled to the ground.

"In the burdens that come with hardship"

"Bang," as a mercenary sought cover and dropped to the ground, a bullet struck his waist in mid-fall.

"In judgments wrought with evil"

"Bang," the middle-aged mercenary watched his own stomach wound with a bitter smile, struggling to turn around and look at the comrade he had abandoned...

"In the gleeful spite of enemies"

"Bang," the abandoned wounded soldier took a bullet to the head and fell heavily to the ground.

"I seek your sanctuary"

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Watching his young comrade die with unresolved grievances, the middle-aged mercenary revealed a bitter smile, murmured "This is our fate!!" then pulled out his handgun and fired a shot into his own head.

Intelligence officer Thompson had been acting as the spotter and observer, but as the fight escalated to this point, the semi-amateur Thompson realized he couldn’t keep up with the pace of Nis.

Rhythm!!

Nis’ shooting had a uniquely brisk and cruel rhythm, and the bullets shot from team four’s higher position at Heinz Farm seemed non-existent to her.

The enemy’s blind firing wasn’t much of a threat to them, but the stray bullets still startled rookie Estelle into letting out a scream...

Thompson wasn’t really accustomed to the situation either, but this old-timer had an excellent mindset, and as soon as he saw that Nis didn’t need his assistance, he aimed his gun towards the direction where ’Messenger’ and the mole in the police squad were fleeing.

"Bang"

A bullet exploded a clump of dirt a few meters away from ’Messenger’s’ side, scaring the fleeing ’Messenger’ into tumbling over.

As Thompson awkwardly tried to adjust his scope, Nis had already shifted his gun and shot ’Messenger’ in the thigh…

"640 meters, northwest wind, wind speed 25 meters, 25 degrees downward, adjust the scope two clicks to the left, up one click…"

The unprofessional sniper Thompson fumbled to adjust the scope based on Nis’s instructions, but when he tried to fire again, those who were escaping encountered ’Spurs’ and faced fierce blockading fire…

Those who had lived up to now had some experience and luck. A few corrupt cops deftly lay on the ground, pulling their boss with them in search of cover.

The ’Messenger’s’ men were even more loyal, forming a human wall of gunfire in front of their injured ’Messenger’ to cover their comrades as they carried ’Messenger’ in retreat.

Nis shot dead a Middle Eastern man who was carrying ’Messenger’ and trying to run towards the highway. The .44 Magnum round went through the man’s body, crushed ’Messenger’s’ pelvis, and the massive trauma instantly caused ’Messenger’ to scream in agony.

As he fell to the ground, crushed by the large man, the last thing he saw was two helicopters sweeping low overhead, and then he lost consciousness.

......

The dire situation on the ground filled Bill Heinz with immense rage.

When the helicopters arrived and began firing to suppress Team Four, the only team still organized, Bill Heinz knew he was finished; all he had to think about now was how to evacuate from the shipyard.

The open road outside was impossible now. Their only exit was to the north, but a squad of the enemy was positioned close to the factory on the north side. Once they wiped out all the survivors, they could crossfire with the few inside the factory who were still on the chase.

"Sir, what do we do?"

Bill Heinz heard the call of his subordinate, turned and looked back at the docks area sinking into darkness, and gritting his teeth, said, "Team Four, use RPGs to drive away helicopters, hold those bastards ambushed in the open field, I’ll come to merge with you.

Those trailing behind us should be the ones led by Hu Lang. If they want to fight, then we’ll fight, we still outnumber them.

Only by breaking them can we have a chance to evacuate."

"Yes sir!!"

......

The DEA’s two helicopters arrived a bit late and missed the most intense moments.

Several black-clad SWAT officers sitting on the edge of the cabin continually suppressed the enemies atop a factory roof with their automatic rifles on Joe Ga’s instructions, drawing their attention and covering Joe Ga and his men as they pursued.

The helicopter pilots, inexperienced, had to fly lower and try to keep the craft as steady as possible for the sake of the SWAT rifles’ range.

But the bullets that occasionally hit the helicopter reminded them how foolish this was.

When a rocket was fired from the top of the building, one helicopter crazily ascended, refusing to lower altitude again once it confirmed safety, while the other, trying to dodge the shot, shook violently and, unbelievably, lost control…

From a distance, Joe Ga watched one helicopter spiral and crash to the ground, making a teeth-gnashing noise of mechanical deformation, and speechlessly called out over the comm, "Who can see them, is there anyone alive on that helicopter?"

’Spur’, after tossing a grenade toward the squad of corrupt cops and seeing them waving a white flag, risked standing up to glance towards the helicopter, then said with disbelief, "Boss, they’re all alive, but now they’re pinned down by fire from the factory.

Boss, those guys ahead have surrendered, shall we go rescue them?"

Joe Ga was caught off guard for a moment before decisively saying, "Grab them, let Estelle watch them, then come join me.

’Heinz Farm’s’ men have all entered the factory, it looks like they want to have a real showdown with us."

As Joe Ga switched the comm, he said irritably, "Hu Lang calling Crow One, cover your men, I’ll release smoke grenades to buy them a chance to evacuate…"

While speaking, Joe Ga moved along the side of a factory building and approached the helicopter’s location. When he reached the corner of a wall, he peeked at a factory high-rise about 40 meters away.

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Four fire points on the rooftop of the five-story building were pouring bullets down on the unfortunate helicopter.

Joe Ga’s tactical glasses provided him with a clear view. Aside from the rooftop fire points, faint shadows also appeared on the second and fourth floors of the building.

Raising his HK416 to try a shot but finding no clear angle, Joe Ga shook his head in frustration and threw two smoke grenades forcefully in front of the helicopter.

As the dense smoke rose, Ayu, following behind Joe Ga, swung sideways and sprayed the rooftop fire points with bullets…

Meanwhile, Joe Ga yelled over the comm, "Crow One, cover! Two, retreat…"

"Move, move!!"

Following Joe Ga’s call, the three field agents, helping the helicopter pilot, began to rush towards them.

But twenty meters away from them, Joe Ga clearly heard a gunshot and then saw the pilot being carried away shot in the abdomen...

"Sniper, third floor, northeast corner…"