Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 107 Retaliation (Fourteenth Update)
Major Ward and his men stood frozen in place, almost unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

In their vision, Mowell's figure appeared only for a fleeting moment, like a brief distortion caused by signal interference.

In that instant, Arasaka's originally well-organized and fierce crossfire network was torn apart from the inside by an invisible giant hand, completely disintegrating.

Unable to capture Mowell's incredibly precise movements, they could only watch helplessly as the outcome unfolded before their eyes.

The Arasaka soldiers fell one after another, most of them not even having time to utter a groan.

A bullet hole suddenly appeared between someone's eyebrows, someone's neck was cleanly severed, and someone's gun-wielding arm was completely removed.

Death, with an efficiency exceeding the limits of human reaction, precisely struck each and every Arasaka soldier.

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided, ruthless purge.

Two distinct gunshots mingled in the air: on one side, the panicked, chaotic spray of the "serious" submachine guns in the hands of the Arasaka soldiers; on the other, the steady, short bursts of the Mowell submachine gun, each shot like the beat of death, inevitably accompanied by the end of a life.

Major Ward, after all, was a veteran who had experienced the baptism of war, and his initial shock lasted for less than two seconds.

He suppressed the chill in his heart and shouted hoarsely to his men, "Don't stand still! Cover fire! Clear the flanks! Match her rhythm!"

He immediately realized that the only thing they could do at that moment was not to cause trouble for that terrifying being, while dealing with those who had managed to escape the first wave of cleanup.

The soldiers of the military technology unit then came to their senses and began to lean out from behind their bunkers, unleashing a hail of bullets at the Arasaka soldiers who were trying to retreat or who had managed to hide in the blind spots of Mowell's attack.

Their firepower became a backdrop to Mowell's dance of death, barely filling the insignificant gaps in the massacre.

The battle began abruptly and ended just as swiftly.

Less than two minutes later, as the last Arasaka soldier attempted to climb over the low wall, Mowell shot him through the back of the neck from thirty meters away, and all the gunfire ceased abruptly.

The abandoned mining area was once again shrouded in deathly silence, with only the mournful sound of the wind passing through the metal frame remaining.

The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with the fresh stench of blood, creating a nauseating odor.

The bodies of more than twelve elite Arasaka soldiers lay scattered among the ruins in various contorted poses, silently recounting this brief but brutal massacre.

Mowell stood still in the center of the field, slowly retracting the auxiliary submachine gun to the mounting point on his arm.

Her dark gray combat uniform remained spotless, with no visible stains even on the soles of her shoes, as if she had simply walked calmly through a filthy place without getting dirty.

She calmly turned to Major Ward, her modified optical lenses sweeping over him and his men, as if confirming the threat had been eliminated, or silently inquiring whether the deal should continue.

Her current posture contrasted sharply with the carnage-like scene around her, as if the efficient slaughter just now was nothing more than a routine warm-up for her.

"The transaction continues," her voice came, calm and unwavering.

Major Ward took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and signaled his men to continue with the verification and handover of supplies.

His gaze toward Mowell was a complex mix of emotions, a deep awe of the battle they had just fought, and an undisguised burning ambition.

After the handover was completed, he took a step forward and said to Mowell in a sincere tone, "Lieutenant, your skills are still as outstanding as they were back in the army." He deliberately used Mowell's rank from his time in military technology, and his voice carried just the right amount of nostalgia, "Honestly, seeing you like this reminds me of my days in the mobile unit."

If Jackson and the others knew your current situation, they would be so happy for you.

He paused, carefully observing Mowell's reaction, and continued, "Military Technology has always considered you one of our own. If you'd like, we can arrange an informal gathering, like we used to at the officers' club. After all, some friendships aren't so easily severed."

Mower stood still, his modified eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light.

After listening to Ward's words, her face remained calm and composed, as if the names and past events mentioned were nothing more than a gentle breeze passing by her ear.

“I remember Jackson,” her voice was as calm as the eternal night in the badlands, “and I remember every day in the Mobile Force.”

She paused slightly, looking directly at Ward: "But these memories will not affect my judgment, much less shake my loyalty. I cannot influence my master's decision. The deal is done. I will convey your wishes, but do not have any expectations."

Her tone was as if she were stating a given fact, leaving no room for doubt or compromise.

After saying that, she simply gestured for Rebecca to follow.

The two women, carrying heavy supply crates, quickly disappeared into the boundless darkness of the wilderness, leaving only the military technology team standing there, gazing in the direction they had gone.

Major Ward stood there, watching the two figures disappear completely into the night.

He understood that his earlier probing about camaraderie was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, failing to even create a ripple.

He remained silent for a moment, then ordered the site to be cleared and the area evacuated as soon as possible.

He knew in his heart that Arasaka had suffered a great loss this time and would not give up easily.

For military technology, it is also necessary to re-examine the way we deal with this mysterious force.
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Back at the abandoned town workshop, Mowell neatly placed the supply boxes he had obtained from the transaction in the designated area, and then gave Chen Yu a detailed report on the entire transaction process.

When the sudden ambush by Arasaka was mentioned, Chen Yu's mechanical fingers, which were examining the supply list, paused slightly.

This unplanned conflict not only wasted his time but also disrupted his established efficiency, and he loathed this unnecessary interference caused by the stupidity of others.

“Araka.” Chen Yu’s voice carried a hint of coldness. “They need to pay the price for their foolish actions.”

He quickly completed the assessment, concluding that mere defense or warnings were insufficient and a more deterrent response was necessary.

This is not out of anger, but based on considerations of efficiency; similar disruptions must be completely prevented from happening again.

"Mower, target Arasaka." Chen Yu's instructions were concise and clear. "No need to hide your identities, let them know clearly that this is a response to this ambush."

He wanted to make Arasaka, and all potential rivals, understand that any provocation would be met with a merciless retaliation.

"Understood, Master." Moir nodded slightly, and her combat system began its pre-mission self-check.

She had no questions about the upcoming operation, only absolute obedience.

(End of this chapter)