American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 105 Attack (Two Updates)
Medvedeva walks through the parking lot of Barcelona Prat Airport.

In the distance, a black Renault SUV sat quietly in the shadow cast by the giant billboard. As the distance closed, the hum of the car's air conditioning compressor became increasingly clear.

As she approached the passenger seat, the tinted windows slowly rolled down, revealing three unfamiliar faces inside the car.

The bald man in the driver's seat turned his head, a hideous scar running from his temple to behind his ear: "Code name?"

“Traveler,” Medvedeva replied briefly.

The bald man nodded slightly, gesturing for her to get in the car.

Two men in the back row stretched out their hands one after the other: "Zebra." "Monkey."

Medvedeva shook hands with each of them, but when she heard the next sentence, she turned and stared at one of them: "I still prefer to call you 'Mushroom'."

This codename was only used during his covert service with the Shadow Force.

The bald driver chimed in at the opportune moment: "We're all on the same side, otherwise we wouldn't have gone together to deal with that black gorilla, Bianca."

He held out his calloused hands: "I am the navigator."

With the roar of the engine, the vehicle slowly drove away from the parking lot.

“The briefing is simple,” the navigator said. “Bianca brought five elite soldiers to Spain through the proper channels. The Spanish side did not provide any support.”

As the tires rolled over the speed bumps, he continued, "The target is Jackal. The intelligence you provided included his photo. After France transferred it to Germany, and the global arrest warrant was just issued, someone in Spain reported him and discovered his whereabouts."

"Bianca's team is equipped with a standard six-man tactical team: four HK416 assault rifles, one Remington M870 shotgun, and one MP7 submachine gun. Each person is also equipped with a pistol, 270 rounds of rifle ammunition, 120 rounds of submachine gun ammunition, and 40 rounds of shotgun ammunition. In addition, there are five stun grenades and one offensive grenade."

As the vehicle entered the highway, the navigator added, "Their plan was to cut off the power first, then launch a surprise attack using night vision equipment. Although they had superior firepower and numbers, we knew where they were, while they were completely unaware of our operation."

He paused, then turned to look at Medea: "Do you have anything to add, traveler?"

Medvedeva turned her gaze away from the window: "No. When will we move?"

“Tonight, 2:45 AM,” the navigator said. “That’s the time for Bianca’s team to move in. We just need to wait until they enter the Jackals’ manor before we ambush them.”

“The estate?” Medvedeva frowned slightly.

The navigator chuckled. "Yes, the estate. Jackal bought a vineyard; he's certainly quite wealthy."

Medvedeva paused for a few seconds: "Are you familiar with jackals?"

The navigator turned around: "We know you very well, Ms. Mushroom."
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Beta drove the vehicle slowly into the storage area, heading towards his own warehouse.

As the car approached an intersection, a black sedan that had been lying in wait suddenly sped out from the right. With a roar of its engine, the black sedan slammed into the passenger side of Beta's car before Beta could fully react.

"boom!"

The loud impact echoed throughout the entire warehouse area.

In the violent collision, plastic fragments and metal parts flew everywhere. All the airbags in the Beta car deployed, and the entire car was violently shoved to the right by the black sedan, finally crashing into a lamppost with a loud bang.

The black sedan's radiator ruptured upon impact, spewing out a large amount of white mist. The front airbags deployed, shattering the windshield and scattering glass shards across the ground. Beta's Camry's side was dented, and white smoke from the deployed airbags slowly drifted out from the gaps in the shattered windows. The damaged windshield wipers started working automatically, emitting a screeching sound on the deformed windshield, while the hazard lights flashed incessantly.

The door of the black sedan was flung open, and a man with a buzz cut and blood streaming down his forehead staggered out. It was the same guy who had almost gotten into a minor collision with Beta that morning.

The violent impact had clearly injured the man as well; blood seeped from the wound on his temple, leaving a dark red trail on his cheek.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, raised his pistol, and staggered toward the Camry that had been wrecked beyond recognition.

Just as he reached out to pull open the car door...

"Boom!"

Two deafening gunshots suddenly rang out from inside the vehicle, and the muzzle flashes swept across the interior.

The first bullet grazed his shoulder, spraying a cloud of blood; the second hit him squarely in the chest, but only made him groan. His bulletproof vest saved his life.

The impact of the bullet knocked the man to the ground, but he rolled over the moment he fell and pulled the trigger to return fire.

Bullets clanged against the Camry's doors, leaving only a few bullet holes on the surface without penetrating the doors. This seemingly ordinary sedan had bulletproof steel plates hidden in the door panels, which stopped all the bullets.

Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent was suppressed, Beta quickly rolled out of the driver's seat and flashed to the rear of the car. He pressed his back against the car body to stabilize his center of gravity and pulled the trigger repeatedly with his right hand.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty warehouse area, bullets chasing the fleeing figure, leaving sparks flying across the concrete ground.

The man scrambled to get behind the black sedan, with flying gravel hitting his trouser legs.

Beta gritted his teeth, ripped off a piece of his disguise mask that had been shattered by the exploding airbag, revealing his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

He pulled out the magazine to check the remaining ammunition, then pushed the grip back, turned sideways to hide behind the wheel hub, gripped the gun with both hands, and pointed it steadily at the rear of the black sedan.

A man's voice came from behind the black sedan: "Who are you! Why are you following me! Who sent you!" His voice was filled with pain as he pressed hard on his bleeding shoulder.

Beta ignored him.

At this moment, flames danced in his eyes, and the rage that ignited deep within his chest surged through his veins, scorching every nerve ending. All restraint and composure were completely devoured by this raging fire.

Now all he wants to do is kill that bastard who hit him, no matter who he is.

Beta located the sound and decisively pulled the trigger.

Bullets pierced the thin stamped iron sheet of the black sedan one after another; the penetrating power of a 9mm pistol at close range was something that such a civilian vehicle could not withstand.

The man hiding behind the car was forced to flee in panic, staggering and firing wildly as he ran. Beta seized the opportunity and fired two more shots, the bullets piercing the man's back, but only eliciting a muffled groan.

It was only then that Beta realized that the bastard was wearing a bulletproof vest. The two shots fired in the car earlier hadn't taken him down; Beta had assumed one of them had missed.

This discovery fueled Beta's rage. He loaded his last magazine and chased after the man who had hidden in the buildings.

(End of this chapter)