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Chapter 104 I'll kill them all!

The fog was extremely low, like a soaked sheet, completely enveloping the entire valley.

The sky was already overcast, the clouds completely obscured the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth.

Aitan knelt on the edge of the withered grass, his binoculars pointed at the second-floor window of the red brick villa at the bottom of the valley.

He silently counted the flash intervals of the string of lights.

When the number reached twelve, the music in the courtyard finally changed.

It was a festive tune with orchestral arrangement.

The sound wasn't loud, but it stood out exceptionally clearly in the surrounding silence.

There were about a dozen people in the front hall, most of them wearing military uniforms.

Smoke rose from the garden, and two men who looked like chefs were grilling meat under a makeshift rain shelter.

Further east is a terrace covered with a red carpet, where several security personnel stand guard with guns at the edge.

"Alpha Group, 35 meters outside the east fence, establish an observation position and await the signal."

"Bravo Group, sewage outlet, 100 meters from the kitchen door, prepare to cut in."

"Charlie team, reach the ridge, expected to engage outer fire in two minutes."

"Delta Group, south corner of the wall, proceed synchronously after confirming instructions."

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Aitan didn't speak again, squinted one eye, and continued to observe the reflective paint on the walls of the house.

Although he is not very old, he has already participated in more than ten combat operations.

From southern Lebanon to N'Djamena, from the ambush in Jerusalem's Old City to the assassination at the Port of Beirut.

Aitan is not afraid of head-on combat.

The only thing he hated was sudden orders.

This time, the emergency order came particularly late.

Just ten seconds before they were about to advance, an encrypted broadcast popped up on the channel:
"Information update: A Level 1 target has been spotted at the scene, Fahd, an Asian male with unknown background."

"If visually confirmed, execute immediately. Repeat—execute immediately."

Aitan frowned.

He remembered that photo.

A few weeks ago, in the port of Nikolayev, two colleagues were brutally executed by gunfire.

"receive."

Aitan exhaled softly, suppressing his emotions, drew his short-barreled rifle, cocked it, and raised his hand slightly, pointing forward.

Then, following his teammates through the bushes, his knees slightly bent, his left hand pressed against the handguard, his index finger taut.

The outline of the villa is coming into view, and the dim light floats in the air through the mist.

Outside the iron railing, two sentries were marching in alternating steps, carrying AKS-74U submachine guns with the muzzles pointing downwards.

Aitan gestured, "Five seconds."

The team dispersed, took their positions, and formed a pincer movement.

The target had just turned behind the bushes when a figure grabbed his chin from behind.

The blade slid down behind the ear into the carotid artery, severing the throat in a second.

His body trembled slightly, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably, without making a sound.

However, almost simultaneously—

A short explosion came from the terrace, followed by a red light shooting into the air, and the sentry fired a signal flare.

A piercing alarm immediately sounded, echoing throughout the courtyard.

Igor's security system was activated instantly.

All entrances to the main building were quickly sealed off, and security teams moved into their designated firing positions, marking the start of a full-scale battle.

"The target reacted fiercely, and each group opened fire."

Aitan raised his hand to make a quick forward gesture, rushed forward along the wall, and entered the courtyard passage through the rain shelter.

Several high-intensity spotlights were activated, casting crisscrossing white beams through the fog.

He then pushed over the body of a fallen bodyguard, lightly tapped the trigger to fire a confirmation shot, and then entered the sheltered area below the terrace.

The double guards here have been moved into the colonnade, disrupting the Alpha team's advance.

It was determined to be a pre-set cover element, currently conducting a delaying operation.

"Bravo's team passed through the sewers and approached the kitchen passageway without being exposed."

"Charlie's group engaged in firefight with the western garrison."

"Delta group is facing head-on resistance and needs firepower to contain them."

Information poured in through the headphones.

Aitan stopped responding and quickly peeked out from the shelter, catching a glimpse of two security guards changing positions.

Short-barreled rifles close to the shoulder, tightly packed crossfire, a third person in cover prone to reloading, the movements quick and efficient.

He shot the leader in the thigh, the bullet piercing the femur. The man staggered to his knees, still gripping his rifle tightly, pressed against the edge, blocking the upward thrust.

At that moment, a team member cut in from the left-wing flower bed and fired a headshot, splattering blood onto the railing.

The last person who peeked out was immediately suppressed by pinpoint fire and forced to retreat into the corridor.

These people are not a mob.

The work is well-coordinated and precisely connected, a typical Eastern European style.

With that thought in mind, Aitan pressed himself against the wall and climbed over into the hidden passageway next to the glass door.

With a gesture, the team members quickly closed in.

A short whisper came from the right front corner.

"Retreat to the back hall!" someone shouted in Russian. "Protect the main suite!"

Just as they approached the corridor, an incendiary bomb fell from upstairs with pinpoint accuracy, exploding into a large area of ​​flames.

Aitan instinctively stepped back, pressed himself against the door frame, and looked up at the second floor.

There can be no further delay.

"Advance through the building."

He was the first to break open the folding door of the side hall and enter the corridor. To the left was the kitchen, and at the end was the main dining room.

The kitchen was empty, but the stove was still on.

The knife hanging on the wall was still swaying, indicating that there were people here not long ago.

Aitan glanced outside and saw a shadow flit past the window, then—

boom!
The glass shattered, and a shotgun shell blasted in through the back window, hitting the wall and sending debris flying.

Aitan ducked behind the island platform.

The gunman was hiding at the entrance to the backyard passageway, and was about to turn and retreat after firing his shots.

Meanwhile, the Bravo team had already arrived.

They broke in from the opposite side and, working together, surrounded and killed him at the corner of the drain outlet.

"Clear the kitchen outpost and continue the advance."

Inside the main hall, the guests screamed and scattered in all directions.

There were two middle-aged men in military uniforms lying down next to the liquor cabinet, one of whom was firing a pistol at the other.

Aitan instantly assessed his firing authority, fired two shots with a backhand, hitting him in the shoulder and abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

He walked straight ahead, past the carpet, and into the stairwell porch.

A labored voice came through the communication channel: "Three people have fallen on the south side; target not found."

Aitan took a deep breath and replied in a low voice, "I'm approaching the east side of the second floor."

He led his team forward, his steps extremely light, his submachine gun slightly raised.

At this moment, tiny bloodstains appeared on the floor.

The dragging motion, intermittent in nature, indicates that a corpse or wounded person was forcibly moved.

Aitan gestured, "Ilan seals the window, Amir controls the corner."

Just then, a blurry shadow seemed to flit through the smoke.

Just for a moment.

Aitan instinctively sensed something was wrong and was about to give the order—

"—!"

A muffled thud came from behind; there was almost no struggle.

He turned around abruptly, raised his gun, and saw that two team members had already fallen.

The next second—

"boom."

The bullet pierced his forehead, and his body jerked backward.

Before Aitan died, his gaze remained fixed on the strange man who had suddenly appeared.

A worn-out jacket.

Black ski mask.

Wearing a backpack.

Then, all fell silent.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I caught up.

If Igor dies, all the subsequent plans will have to be scrapped and started over.

Damn it, I'll kill you all later.

(End of this chapter)