King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 697 - 655 - Intimate Service_2

"Crow" paused for a moment because there had been no prior mention of a rear command being involved...

However, when the machine gunner on the Little Antelope in the air used tracer rounds to illuminate their path while providing cover, "Crow"'s face, which seemed frozen, relaxed slightly. He then nodded to "Executioner," who also looked a little surprised, and said, "We're moving in..."

By the time Jazz Squad rushed to the front entrance of the target building under the helicopter's cover, the pleasant-sounding girl's voice came through again...

"Jazz Squad, be advised, someone is calling for help on the second floor of the target building, and there are hostages inside. The helicopter cannot continue firing.

Please be careful! Wishing you triumph!"

"Crow," the veteran who had spent too long in Chechnya and Eastern Ukraine, had never experienced such attentive service.

Although what the girl said was as good as saying nothing, the feeling of being watched was completely different from the sensation of being an unfeeling killing machine.

"Crow" stuck to the left side of the main door and quickly peeked at the sealed door. He nodded at a man behind him carrying a big hammer and then stepped aside...

Then the old-timer pressed the communicator and said in a voice as gritty as metal scraping glass, "What did you just say?"

The Kurdish girl at command was taken aback, then repeated, "Please be careful, wishing you triumph!"

"Crow" paused for a moment, patted "Executioner" on the arm, and said, "Did you guys hear that?"

Seeing a bunch of usually silent signalmen nodding in unison, "Crow"'s facial muscles twitched into a slight smile. He pulled down his night vision goggles and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's take this place, we're moving in..."

"Ura~"

The man with the hammer roared and forcefully broke open the door, then his teammates on the flanks threw two flashbang grenades into the room, and "Crow" was the first to rush inside...

The Russians' combat style is recklessly messy, but that truly does not mean they lack technical skills.

Four terrorists hiding on the first floor ready to attack got hit by a flashbang, and less than two seconds after the door opened, they were all killed.

This Russian recklessness is manifested in what seems to be a lack of precision...

The moment they entered the living room and killed four terrorists, Jazz Squad formed a tactical formation and charged up the stairs like a porcupine.

When they reached the corner of the staircase, two more flashbang grenades were flung onto the second-floor hallway, and then after a search upstairs, the enemy remained unfound. They carried dizzy women and children, stunned by the flashbangs, down the stairs...

They didn't do reconnaissance; they had ample logistical support. Whenever they encountered a spot that could be dangerous, they would just toss in a flashbang...

As for the hostages, they'd be fine after being out for a few days!

In less than three minutes, the operation was done. "Crow" had his guys place the hostages on the porch of the house, gave a thumbs-up to the drone in the sky, and said, "Get someone to pick up the hostages, on to the next..."

.............

While the squads were busy, Rabbit Squad was fully engaged...

They had never been in such high-tempo combat before...

Driving two Arctic Cat ATVs, they swept the factory area along the river, and then, without even a moment to catch their breath, they were pulled to a residential area to begin mopping-up operations.

In terms of tactical movement, Rabbit Squad was definitely the most standard...

No matter if there was helicopter support or not, the sniper must be in position, then 'Dandelion' would release a small drone to scout the building, followed by a standard pattern of assault and sweep.

When such a high-standard team entered the fray and gradually found the right rhythm, their performance was terrifyingly efficient.

The overly intense combat left no time for the members of Rabbit Squad to reflect on the previous fights.

Danger, blood, death, severed limbs, and the like were all driven from their minds by an excessive secretion of adrenaline.

In the beginning, Bayika could still guide these greenhorns a bit, but he quickly realized he couldn't keep up with the pace anymore.

Sometimes the old veteran, who used to be a cook, didn't even understand what many of the gadgets these kids wore were for.

Their obviously well-honed tactical movements and subconscious reaction speed far surpassed those of the veterans who had been phased out.

Bayika was over fifty years old, and he had experienced many situations incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Watching the eyes of these kids change visibly due to death during high-intensity combat, Bayika nodded and then shook his head...

As Rabbit Squad prepared to sweep the sixth house, Bayika decisively called the rear...

"Rabbit Squad requesting to regroup, please arrange for someone else to take over our area," he said.

Hearing Bayika's call, 'Chameleon' who was waiting for orders on the spot, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Bayika, "Squad leader, what's wrong?" he asked.

Bayika looked at 'Chameleon' and didn't even realize that due to the prolonged tension, his voice had tightened and even changed. The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Sit down, take a deep breath, rest for ten minutes. If you still want to fight, then we'll continue..."

'Chameleon' subconsciously obeyed the command, but after sitting and resting for two minutes, he felt his left hand trembling uncontrollably. The scenes from the previous battle began to emerge in his mind, with particularly stimulating moments replaying.

The bodily tension caused by the over-secretion of adrenaline, once relaxed, left the members of Rabbit Squad feeling particularly exhausted.

Plus, the replaying of images in their minds gradually made their gazes a bit confused.

They had killed many people, and now these kids, who were handpicked and rigorously trained for their flawless backgrounds, couldn't help but instinctively wonder...

"I'm not defending my home and country; what am I doing?"

Bayika understood this state all too well; he patted 'Chameleon' on the shoulder, "Don't forget why you came here; you are to hone your abilities in real combat.

Don't think too much about what you don't want to do. P·B has selected the most suitable enemies for you, the enemies recognized by the higher-ups!

You are not just following orders; you are doing the right thing, you are saving people!

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Don't doubt the meaning of your fight because only by truly experiencing it can you better fulfill your duties.

I am old, but I know that our enemies have always been there, waiting for your generation to become complacent and weak.

You need to stand firm, stand strong, and never give them a chance!"