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Chapter 626 Cyborg! This is definitely a cyborg! (Third update!)

Captain John, whom they had previously regarded as a knowledgeable and eloquent man who could answer any question, now stared wide-eyed, his azure eyes filled with fear.

It was as if I had seen something terrifying.

To be fair, even snipers find it terrifying.

Twenty-odd fully armed terrorists were engaged in a head-on battle. Even though they were well-trained Delta Force members, they needed to use various cover to avoid direct confrontation and finally rely on their marksmanship and combat skills to take down these terrorists.

The whole process.

It may take 10 minutes, it may take 20 minutes, or it may take longer.

Don't be fooled by how powerful they seem in movies; in reality, being able to kill a few people is already considered pretty impressive.

But on the other side, they faced them head-on, guns in hand...

No, that thing should be called a cannon!

They took the cannons in their hands and blasted the enemy to death!

Twenty-odd people couldn't even last a minute against this group, so what about our group?

Three minutes? Or five minutes?

Just as the sniper turned his attention back to the strange men, Captain John's voice rang out from the side: "Claire, can you withstand the recoil from their guns?"

Captain John's words left sniper Claire speechless; he glanced at the sniper rifle in his hand.

This is the AWM-F, officially named the L115A3 sniper system, manufactured by Accuracy International in England. It uses .338 Magnum ammunition and is considered a sniper rifle with excellent recoil, mobility, lethality, and accuracy.

Even with such a sniper rifle, the maximum I can use continuously is only 150 rounds, because it really strains my shoulder.

After examining the sniper rifle in her hand, Claire looked down at the group of people through the scope.

What they were holding could not be called a gun; it was a cannon!

It's obviously a cannon!
The recoil of that thing...

He couldn't imagine it at all, or rather, he was able to imagine it.

It's nothing more than getting shot in the left and in the right, ending up in the hospital, and getting a medal.

However, when the group below used that gun, they didn't fire it with their shoulders against the ground, but rather with their hips.

One hand holds the barrel, while the other pulls the trigger.

He had only seen this firing method used by well-trained Russian soldiers, who preferred to use the PKM machine gun in this position.

Thinking of those inhuman Russian soldiers, Claire couldn't help but gasp again.

He then shook his head at his captain: "I can't use their gun!"

"If I used that gun, I feel like I could only fire two shots at most!"

His words made John swallow hard.

He simply couldn't understand what kind of person, what kind of physical condition, could withstand that visible recoil.

He's no good at it anyway!
Below, after this wave of terrorists was dealt with, the group below began to organize the evacuation of people. However, they had only been gone for a short while when another wave of terrorists appeared.

This time, the terrorists are more numerous and their weapons are more sophisticated.

John stopped Claire from firing a shot as she prepared to help.
Let them fight!

With just one glance, Claire understood what John was about to do. He quickly put down his sniper rifle, took out a recorder from his bag, and pointed it downwards.

It seems that due to the change in the battle situation, after this group of terrorists appeared, they no longer left the entire mine in darkness as before, but instead turned on the mine's generators and started the mine's large light bulbs.

With the bright lights on, people who could have remained hidden in the darkness were now fully exposed.

Under Claire's watchful eye, one of the terrorists, who appeared to be the leader, rattled off a few instructions to the people next to him, and the terrorists quickly dispersed to prepare for engagement.

His gaze, as the terrorists dispersed, fell upon the group opposite them.

Under the bright lights, they finally got a clear look at how these people dressed.

They are all very tall, at least 1.8 meters tall.

He was wearing something strange, and his whole body was covered with other things.

What bothered Claire even more was the appearance of these people. From such a distance, he could only make out through the scope that they had prominent high noses and deep-set eyes.

Under the bright lights, the battle between the two sides erupted instantly.

The terrorists opened fire on the group that had suddenly appeared on their territory.

While firing, they gradually advanced towards the enemy, attempting to suppress their area of ​​operation.

Meanwhile, the people on the other side shared the same idea and launched an even more intense attack on the terrorists.

As a semi-outsider, John began to comment on the fighting skills of both sides.

"These terrorists are elite, their weapons are just a bit lacking. On the international stage, they are guys who can go toe-to-toe with us!"

"However, the ones on the other side are even more terrifying! Look at their marching steps!"

"Even in a head-on attack, when one person is advancing, there are always two or more people covering for him, so that the other side has no time to pay attention to him."

"This kind of tacit understanding requires years of training to achieve!"

His comments prompted a sniper to ask, "Captain, can we do it?"

John's face darkened, but he waved his hand dismissively: "Of course!"

Claire didn't expose him, but continued to record the scene below with the dashcam.

In the mine below, the lights suddenly turned on and the night vision goggles switched too sharply, so Sedar quickly led the five soldiers behind him to retreat behind the piles of stones and equipment in the mine.

After turning off his night vision goggles, Sedar pressed the microphone to call the 4th and 5th squads behind him:
"We'll hold the line up in front, and you guys provide fire support from behind. Be quick!"

After giving the orders, he grabbed a grenade launcher, rushed out of cover, pointed the gun at the enemy in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

He fired all 25 75mm grenades in just one minute, and then quickly retreated behind cover to reload.

After he finished firing his ammunition, the other five soldiers took turns firing their drums of ammunition, and then quickly retreated back behind cover.

150 rounds of 75mm grenades landed on the terrorists, blowing them to pieces, leaving them bruised and battered.

A few lucky ones managed to dodge the attack, but soon, more grenades came flying from the direction where they were holding the hostages, landing squarely on their heads.

These people are blocking the first entrance to the mine. Once you take care of them, there will be no one else at the mine entrance.

Before the other terrorists arrived, Sedar loaded a new drum magazine and quickly called for the 4th and 5th squads to bring the hostages over along the route he had taken. The 4th and 5th squads moved quickly, and the hostages who wanted to live moved even faster. They followed the route Sedar had taken and rushed to the scene of the battle as fast as possible, then entered the mine under Sedar's guidance.

The last hostage entered the mine, and the 8th shift members who remained in the mine followed the hostage and were transferred out of the mine.

Those who remained at the cave entrance began to construct a defensive position centered around it.

A dozen minutes later, the voice of the squad leader of Class 9, who was stationed at the other end of the underground passage, came through the earpiece:

"Report to the captain: All personnel lists have been verified, all targets have been eliminated, and we are now transferring the hostages."

Upon hearing this, Sedar, who had been bending over, slowly straightened up.

He gave a friendly smile, then removed the drum magazine and checked the ammunition inside.

That smile touched the hearts of his comrades.

They also removed the drum magazines from their grenade launchers and the ammunition they carried, loading the magazines one by one.

After everyone had checked their ammunition, Sedar held up two fingers. "Squads four and five, follow me and fire towards the front door. Squads six and seven, fire towards the back door!"

"Remember, we have enough ammunition. Don't be stingy with it. If you see anything suspicious, just bomb it!"

"Besides us, there are also America's people here!"

"They won't let this opportunity for publicity slip by, so let's go!"

At the command, the four classes split into two groups. Classes 4 and 5 followed Saidar and rushed towards the main gate, while Classes 6 and 7 chose to rush towards the back gate.

Without the hostages to hold them back, they moved forward quickly and without any further scruples!

On the terrorist side, after coming down from the mountaintop, Abdullah knew that the situation had changed. Instead of immediately going to find the hostages, he found another high point and hid there to see what was going on.

It was here that Hati and he had an argument.

In contrast, Hati felt the need to keep the hostages in his grasp. So, Hati went to the place where the hostages were being held, intending to bring all the hostages there and then deal with them.

Abdullah agreed.

Hati went.

After the lights came on, Abdullah saw what those people looked like, and after an explosion, he saw Hati being torn apart.

Then he saw those people move all the hostages into the underground mine.

After the hostages were transferred, those people's previously cautious demeanor vanished, revealing a murderous look.

At that moment, Abdullah's fear took over.

He didn't want to die; he just wanted to run.

Without much hesitation, he summoned a few trusted confidants and ordered them to lead their terrorists to engage these people in direct combat, while he prepared to flee.

After his confidants left with their men, Abdullah immediately changed into another outfit, took two guns, and slipped away from the corner.

Meanwhile, Abdullah's confidants, along with their respective terrorists, clashed head-on with the 4th and 5th squads led by Sedar. There was no trash talk between the two sides; they started firing bullets and rockets as soon as they met.

This time, with no hostages behind them, Sedar and the others only showed excitement.

Because it was close-range combat, neither side used any so-called targeted shooting; they all used "faith shooting."

That is, raising the gun above your head, extending it out from behind cover, and pulling the trigger forward.

The terrorists used AKs, and their "faith shooting" only involved bullets; whether they hit the target or not didn't matter, as long as they could suppress the person.

On the Sedar side, they used grenade launchers and fired grenades.

The grenade launcher was raised high, fully automatic mode was activated, and grenades were fired one after another from the chamber, hitting the enemy's cover and sending it flying.

After a brief encounter, the terrorists on the other side realized that these people were not to be trifled with, that they couldn't be fought, and that they had to retreat.

But while they wanted to retreat, Sedar and his men, who were fighting them, did not want to let them go.

There are two main tasks I'm here for.

The main task is to rescue the hostages and bring them home safely.

The second task is to eliminate terrorists.

Originally, I didn't plan to complete the second task, but now that the first task has been perfectly resolved, it wouldn't be good if the second task were incomplete.

"Drone ready!"

At Sedar's command, drone pilots controlled several drones to take off and fly towards the front where the terrorists were fleeing, then crashed into the first few terrorists.

Several loud explosions successfully halted the terrorists' escape, while Sedar and his men jumped out from behind cover and began firing grenades wildly.

This time, it wasn't hip-fire or any kind of religious shooting; it was aiming and firing with the gun resting on the shoulder and the scope in sight.

Fully automatic firing!
He fired as he advanced, his body remaining perfectly still.

The grenades caught up with the terrorists and exploded beside them, on their backs, and on their heads.

With just one small misjudgment, this group of terrorists was wiped out.

Seidar and his men, who were fighting them, continued to advance and launched a fierce attack on the main gate.

At the mountaintop, John, who had witnessed the entire event, raised his hand and gently wiped his forehead. Only then did he realize that his forehead was covered in sweat, and his vest was completely soaked.

He slowly stood up, picked up his gun, and pulled the trigger a few times as he walked forward.

Because I was a little distracted, I didn't hold the gun very steadily, and the recoil pushed the butt of the gun onto my shoulder, making my shoulder hurt.

After firing those shots, John lowered his gun, looking utterly dejected.

Because this was a field mission, the weapon we were equipped with was the HK417, which uses 7.62mm×51 standard NATO ammunition.

It excels at mid-to-long-range combat, and its recoil is considered moderate.

Even with such a gun, one must be extremely careful when carrying it and firing it while moving.

He found it hard to understand, and couldn't comprehend, why those people below could carry such thick-caliber guns, move at such a rapid speed, and still hit their opponents with such precision.

This person is no longer human!
This……

Sniper Claire peeked over from the side and asked cautiously:
"Captain, are they cyborgs?"

This sentence instantly reminded John, who slapped his thigh and shouted:
"Cyborgs, these guys are definitely cyborgs!"

(End of this chapter)