King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 475 - 459 Attack

While Joe Ga was entangled in a messy situation, the sniper ’Iceman’ finally locked onto the position of the enemy’s perimeter sniper.

Being professional soldiers, they easily deduced the likely positions of the enemy snipers based on the infiltration routes they speculated.

At 9:15 p.m., ’Iceman’ lay in a puddle of mud, peering through his night vision scope at the sniper hidden in the grass 200 meters away.

He turned on his radio and put an earpiece into his ear, saying, "This is ’Iceman’ from Team E calling, I’ve found the enemy sniper, in the grasslands northeast of the village.

This guy is well hidden and skilled; everyone remain covert and avoid getting spotted."

As he spoke, ’Iceman’ seemed to notice something. He slightly raised his rifle barrel and then saw ’Python’ hanging above the enemy sniper, suspended by a vine, like a ’Python’ ready to strike...

"Shit!"

’Iceman’ cursed under his breath, annoyed, "’Python’ is there too. The old guy found him already. FUCK, why didn’t he say anything sooner?"

As soon as ’Iceman’ finished speaking, ’Bullhorn’s cursing came in over the radio...

"Are you fucking stupid? Why did you turn off your radio while moving? Does that make you look cooler or something?

Even a damn local would know to keep the radio on, you…"

Facing the nagging ’Bullhorn,’ ’Iceman’ really wanted to fly through the radio and tie his intestines into a knot around his neck.

Every sniper has their habits, like ’Iceman’ never using those clunky pickup headphones, nor did he favor advanced omnidirectional night vision devices; he even rarely wore a helmet.

All this was to keep his movements unimpeded, as radio headsets could interfere with his hearing and potentially increase the risk of exposure if they fell off.

After all, P·B wasn’t a military unit; they didn’t have so many mandatory requirements, so naturally no one insisted that ’Iceman’ had to do anything a certain way.

’Bullhorn’ knew all this, but the guy would take any chance to try and ’tame’ a few of his nutty teammates, and talking nonsense was one of his key weapons.

Now was not the time to interrupt, for if he did, ’Bullhorn’ would bring up the past, and ’Iceman’ never wanted the story of once crapping in ’Bullhorn’s hands to spread throughout all of P·B.

Sometimes the scoundrels of P·B could be suffocatingly annoying!

It was Sanderson who couldn’t stand ’Bullhorn’ hogging the radio any longer, and he said with amusement, "Everybody quiet down. The extraction boats are about an hour away. Team C has already boarded those two vessels.

Everyone confirm your positions. As soon as ’Poison Scorpion’ from Team C signals, we’ll start the attack.

The harbor and vessels are Team C and A’s responsibility. Team E control the firing points. Team D from the north and Team B from the west will initiate the assault.

Look out for a guy named Jack Heinz; we’ve got reports he’s been shot in both legs, and the Chechens are running low on ammo.

It’s very likely that when the boats dock, they’ll try to get Jack on board first and then grab the ammunition and heavy weapons to destroy the village.

Make sure not to harm that guy; the boss says he’s valuable!"

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"Team D ’Grey Wolf’ received…"

"Team E ’Bullhorn’ received…"

As the time for the assault was confirmed, the radio channel quieted down once again.

Meanwhile, Joe Ga stood in the pilothouse of a patrol boat, looking at a tablet computer.

Team C’s primary mission wasn’t just to take the two boats, but to get cameras and recording devices on board.

As long as they could tape the other side’s conversations and combine them with footage of both sides meeting, solid evidence could be created.

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The footage now displayed on the tablet was being transmitted by ’Poison Snake’s’ camera.

On the deck of one vessel were several anti-tank Javelin missiles and a few Stinger anti-aircraft missiles, along with boxes of ammunition and hand grenades.

These items were covered with camouflage, but ’Poison Snake’ had slipped aboard the ship and recorded everything.

The vessels, too afraid to turn on any lights, relied entirely on the captain with night vision goggles to steer.

The dark provided ’Poison Snake’ with perfect cover, as he silently infiltrated to the port side of the deck and placed a mini night vision camera with listening capabilities through the window into the wheelhouse.

Not until Joe Ga confirmed did Poison Snake return to where the enemy’s munitions were located.

Three people were in the captain’s quarters, with four on deck, and not a single one noticed ’Poison Snake’s presence.

And at that moment, Joe Ga clearly saw a middle-aged white bald man inside the bridge grab a radio...

"Black Hand, this is the captain. I’m 40 minutes from the village dock."

’Black Hand’ responded soberly over the radio, "This is Black Hand. Did you bring the ammunition?"

Captain: "Not just ammo, but also anti-tank and anti-aircraft weapons. The boss is very angry this time; even if we might be spotted by P·B’s aerial surveillance, we have to push through.

Another ship is loaded with mortars and lots of RPGs. We’ve brought 15 good fighters specifically to coordinate with your assault on the river villages."

Black Hand: "How about ’Ghosts’?"

Captain: "Another ship went to Sangha Town with the stuff they need. Don’t worry about others; are you confident about this time?"