LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 67 Shut Up
William...
Seeing William's stunned expression, Halsey mustered up the courage to whisper her boss's name, her eyes blurred.
Suddenly, a similar scene played out again.
boss!
A loud roar from a person in charge under the stage interrupted the ongoing actions of the two directors.
!
Halsey immediately distanced himself from William, his pale cheeks flushed, and he looked at the central screen and panted:
Huh... Boss, you better listen to what the lieutenant has to say...
William also felt unbearably hot all over his body. He unbuttoned his shirt collar, twisted his neck, and calmed his beating heart, saying:
Well, work is urgent.
Then William stood up, walked to the railing in front of the sofa, looked at the big screen in the center and ordered:
Lieutenant, after Porcupine 1 is finished dropping bombs, let all troops attack!
Yes, boss!
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Back in time more than ten minutes ago.
23:55
The west wall of the Grad Mahmoud estate.
John, Myron, and Carl squatted at the entrance of the alley, waiting for the connection with the drone.
Just a few seconds.
In the upper right corner of the holographic glasses, a bird's-eye view of the manor is displayed.
After confirming that the militiamen patrolling behind the wall were far away, John waved his hand forward and ordered in a low voice on the communication:
Team No. 7 is the first to enter the execution of beheading, and the remaining groups clear the dark posts and patrols, and we will keep the communication channel silent.
Good luck everyone.
Group 1 received it.
Group Nine...
The communications came one after another with responses from other Spartan team leaders.
The three of them bent down and ran to the four-meter-high wall, looking up.
There's barbed wire on top, so it's impossible to tell if it's powered.
But that didn't stop Sparta.
tread!
Tap!
With a few small sounds of jumping and landing, the three easily jumped over the wall and came inside.
The manor covers an area about the size of a football field, with inner walls, grasses and nets, like a small labyrinth.
But through the drone's view, all Spartans get the best route inside the villa, as well as the real-time location of the patrolling militias.
sometimes…
The crushing of technology cannot be compensated by quantity.
The three were close to the edge of the inner wall, relying on the route map of the holographic glasses, and walked quickly to the location of the villa.
唦唦~
Spartan perfectly inherits USS's technique of lowering the volume of his footsteps when moving.
The voice was as low as a breeze, making people unable to think of it at all.
but.
When they were only a left corner away from the side door that entered the backyard of the villa, the glasses reminded that there was a militia standing guard ahead.
Immediately stop.
John, who was standing at the front, held a gun in his right hand and raised his left hand to make a fist to signal that he was ready to kill.
The three immediately staggered their positions and formed the best shooting formation.
then…
Ta~ta~ There were two stapler-like sounds.
Plop~ The human body fell to the ground.
Only to see the three of them rush out of the corner.
Carl took the lead in shooting the militiaman's left chest, John shot the gun in the head, and Myron pointed the gun at the side door to be alert.
After confirming that no one found anything unusual, the three continued to move forward.
Stand on the right wall of the side door in turn, ready to break through.
ta~ta~
With excellent hearing, they also heard subsonic bullets faintly coming from the manor, and gunshots with suppressors.
It seems that the rest of the Spartan team has also entered the manor and began to clear the enemy one after another.
Then the three of them don't need to hide anything.
Do it!
Enter the villa.
Tap!
Tactical boots stomped on the tiled floor, and the three formed a word formation, quickly passing through the living room and kitchen bar on the first floor.
Nani huyo (who is)?!
The elite militiamen on duty in the villa, after hearing the violent movement, came to the corridor from the lobby to go to the kitchen to find out.
Elite.
As the name suggests, these elites are very different from the miscellaneous soldiers outside.
Uniform uniforms, uniform belts, and even helmet boots.
The elites just came to the corridor and happened to collide with the Spartans who were rapidly charging.
Boom!
what-!
but…
The front-end elite didn't have time to lift the gun, and was hit by the shoulder of Myron, who had the nature of an open-circuit tank.
The elite flying in the air kept his strength unabated, hitting his partner together, and fell to the ground like a bowling pin.
Tattoo!
The Spartans didn't even look right, so they all set the firearm safety to fully automatic, and fired at the group of elites.
Click-!
The three replaced the magazines one by one, walked through the corpse pile to the spiral staircase in the lobby, and headed to the living area of Grad Mahmoud on the second floor.
As for whether all the elites died, John and others didn't care.
After all, at the speed of other Spartans' clearing of troops, the entire manor was under control, and it was only a matter of moments.
Immediately after.
Tattoo!
what-!
The extremely low sound of gunfire, as well as the short and urgent screams of those elite militiamen, resounded in an endless stream in the manor.
These should have attracted nearby troops to come to support.
Unfortunately, the USS who secretly protected Sparta were also there.
They used the optical camouflage function to radiate around the manor, quickly and efficiently executing the assassination.
Let the little guys answer the graduation exam papers with peace of mind, without being disturbed by the chops.
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Bam—!
The double-layered protective door with solid wood and iron railings was kicked down by Myron.
Tread-tread-!
Myron, John, and Carl rushed into the most luxurious room in turn.
I saw a number of beautiful women of all skin colors lying on the big bed in the center.
They ignored the sudden arrival of Sparta and were still serving the slightly fat white man lying on the bed.
As for the target that John and others want to behead...
Fat, bloated, black, in shorts, Grad Mahmoud…
Sitting on the wooden chair by the window, watching the performance on the bed with great interest.
Hey. He smiled.
Ta! Tat!
Seeing this, John took away Mahmoud with two shots without saying a word.
And the white man was originally enjoying himself, something like an extremely confident one, but when he saw that Sparta played cards out of common sense, he suddenly panicked.
I can't install B anymore, I have to say it quickly!
I'm Dee...
Number three, tell him to shut up.
Yes!
But before the man could say the implied words, Myron carried out John's order.
Bang!
puff--!
Myron stepped forward and gave the white man a butt.
How could that man endure such a beating, he was stunned with blood and went into a coma in one go.
Even so, those beautiful women are still continuing their movements.
John walked to the bed, looked at the scene on the bed, and said in a low voice without any waves on his face:
Command center, the beheading operation is complete.
Through the speculation of Spartan VII, a possible abnormal object was found and successfully contained.