Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1254 Steel Reaper
"Enemy engagement! Due east! VBIED!"

Sanders' shouts echoed throughout the checkpoint via his personal radio.

Almost at the same time he issued the warning, the checkpoint's firing positions, like a beehive awakened from its slumber, instantly launched a fierce counterattack!
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sudden bursts of short bursts from the M4A1 carbine and the continuous barrage of fire from the M249 squad automatic weapon rang out, weaving together a symphony of death.

A dense hail of bullets rained down on the crazed death truck like a torrent of water. Bullets struck the thick steel plates and bulletproof glass, scattering a continuous stream of dazzling sparks and producing a crisp clanging sound like metal being struck.

However, this pickup truck had clearly undergone horrific modifications. Ordinary 5.56mm rifle bullets hitting its frontal armor only left numerous dents, failing to penetrate the crew inside.

Like a bull ignoring mosquito bites, the pickup truck continued its frenzied charge with unstoppable momentum!

"Damn it! It's a heavily armored VBIED! We can't penetrate it!"

Behind the bunker downstairs, someone shouted in despair.

"Scythe! Attack the driver's cab! Look for gaps in the observation window and door hinges! Stop the driver!"

Sanders crouched behind a low wall at the edge of the rooftop, roaring into the radio, his voice distorted with anxiety.

Behind the sandbag bunker at the southeast corner of the checkpoint, the marksman codenamed "Sickle" had already set up his M110 semi-automatic sniper rifle on the sandbag.

Instead of blindly firing like the others, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled half of it, held his breath, and then, through the Schmidt & Bender 3-12×50 PM II scope, locked onto the blurry and distorted figure behind the bulletproof glass in the violently shaking vehicle.

The crosshairs in the scope swayed slightly with the bumps in the vehicle and the pounding of his own heart.

The sickle's gaze was cold, and his fingers pressed the trigger evenly.

He was searching, searching for that fleeting opportunity to shoot.

Suddenly, he noticed a gap less than four fingers wide at the weld between the armor plate and the original body below the driver's side window, due to rough workmanship!
The opportunity is coming!

"Go to hell!"

He silently recited the command in his mind, and his index finger suddenly exerted force when pulling the trigger!
"boom!"

A steady and crisp gunshot pierced the air.

The 7.62×51mm NATO warhead pierced the fatal gap with extremely high precision!

Through the scope, one could clearly see the driver's head snap back, and a dark red splatter of brain tissue and bone fragments sprayed onto the inside of the car window with a "plop," quickly spreading outwards.

"Target driver, hit!"

The sickle's calm, slightly smug voice came through the radio, still devoid of any emotion, eerily calm.

However, something chilling happened to everyone who witnessed it—

Instead of going out of control and stopping as expected, the pickup truck continued to crash straight into the wall at an even higher speed!
"Damn it! The driver was beaten to death! But his feet were welded or tied to the accelerator pedal! His body is stuck on the steering wheel!"

Another mercenary on the rooftop, who was on the lookout, issued a near-hysterical report.

Sanders felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

When a person is shot and killed, their nerves twitch involuntarily for a moment, which can cause them to press the accelerator pedal harder, making the car go faster.

This experience was also gained by the 1515 armed extremists through piles of corpses.

These damn lunatics!
I had already heard about these guys' heinous past.

But seeing it in person is a completely different experience!
These people, brainwashed by extremist ideologies, can no longer be considered normal human beings. They not only disregard the lives of others, but they even design their own deaths as a cold program to ensure the completion of their missions!

"M72 LAW! Who's closest to the gear crate? Go grab the M72!"

Sanders shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes darting urgently to the green crate piled with heavy equipment in the corner of the courtyard downstairs.

One of the mercenaries who was nearby reacted very quickly, immediately bending down and rushing towards the equipment box, forcefully lifting the lid and grabbing a dark green M72 rocket launcher.

However, the distance was too close and the speed was too fast!
The fatal time lag between discovery and response is irreparable!
He had just torn open the protective cover at the front of the rocket launcher and was frantically trying to pull out the inner tube and open the makeshift iron sights—

The steel Grim Reaper, carrying hundreds of kilograms of high explosives and "driven" by a corpse, crashed violently into the blast cage and sandbag wall directly east of checkpoint number 4 with a deafening roar of its engine!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, frozen in that moment. Then—

"boom!!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening roar, indescribable in words, suddenly erupted!
The enormous orange-red fireball, like a flower of death blooming in the night, expanded instantly.

The fireball engulfed the pickup truck and the section of the wall, shooting up twenty or thirty meters high!
The scorching blast wave spread violently outwards in a perfect ring from the point of explosion, and the violent shockwave carried mud, sand, scrap metal, vehicle parts and human tissue, violently sweeping away everything that tried to stop its expansion!
Sanders, standing on the rooftop, could even feel the concrete floor beneath his feet trembling violently.

The scorching wind mixed with gunpowder smoke rushed towards him, and the air pressure generated by the explosion suffocated him instantly, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

Fine pebbles pelted against his helmet and bulletproof vest.

The shockwave from the explosion slammed into every inch of the checkpoint.

The wooden window frames of the main building's windows facing the explosion point, which had already had their glass removed, were instantly reduced to dust. The two sandbag bunkers closest to the explosion point were torn apart and blown away.

The cars parked in the courtyard were shaken and creaked.

Dust and thick smoke, like a heavy curtain, quickly enveloped the entire checkpoint, instantly reducing visibility to less than five meters, and violent coughing sounds came from all directions.

Sanders shook his head, which was still ringing from the shock, and struggled to get up from the building. He rushed to the edge of the rooftop, heading towards the location of the explosion.

Through the billowing smoke and dust, the scene before him chilled him to the bone.

The explosion site has become a shocking crater, with the twisted vehicle chassis and the remains of the blast cage still burning fiercely, emitting a dark red glow.

The previously constructed and relatively sturdy blast-proof wall, painstakingly built with blast cages and sandbags, has now been completely torn open, leaving a huge gap of seven or eight meters wide!

The steel bars on the broken wire cage were exposed like grotesque bones with flesh forked out after a limb was severed. The burning debris and rubble formed a gentle slope leading directly into the checkpoint!

A perfect attack route!

"All units! Report the situation! Report casualties immediately!"

Sanders shouted into his personal radio, his voice unusually hoarse from inhaling smoke.

Responses continued to come from the smoke and dust.

"Outpost One... safe, mild concussion..."

"Northwest corner is safe..."

"Safety…"

"The truck was flipped over by the blast wave, but it's fine..."

"The medical station is safe, and the injured are in stable condition..."

Miraculously, apart from a few people who were dizzy and had minor abrasions, no one lost their fighting ability in this violent explosion.

This was due to the absorption capacity and distance of the fortifications themselves, and also involved a bit of luck.

Several mercenaries who were close to the breach scrambled up from the rubble, staring in shock at the gaping hole that resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast. Some even subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the worst of the attack was over.

But Sanders knew things weren't that simple!
He sniffed hard. Besides the acrid smell of gunpowder, burning rubber, gasoline, and acrid flesh, the air seemed to be filled with another, more dangerous, and colder aura—

His combat instincts were screaming alarms, as sharp as an air raid siren!

too easy!

too direct!

If the goal was simply to create a suicide bombing and cause maximum damage, the perpetrator could have detonated it at a much closer distance, or even while storming the checkpoint gate.

Why choose to attack a relatively sturdy wall?
Why use such a drastic method to ensure the vehicle strikes accurately?

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning, making the hairs on his body stand on end!

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)