28: Chapter 28 The Infiltration of the Hidden Soldier King!

At an altitude of 30,000 feet in the stratosphere, the freezing air currents cut through like knives.

Two hundred USA special forces soldiers, clad in optical camouflage combat suits, plummeted toward the city center of Los Santos like black ghosts in the night sky.

HALO jumping is the most dangerous and covert method of infiltration in special operations.

The sound of the wind roared wildly in their ears.

The commander of the leading "Delta Force" assault team, codenamed "Ghost," watched the altimeter on his goggles with cold eyes.

The optical camouflage suits they wore could absorb radar waves and shield against infrared thermal imaging.

Under the cover of night, they were a group of non-existent killers.

No matter how strong the opponent's air defense system was, it was impossible to shoot down people who were invisible to the naked eye.

"Five thousand feet." "Three thousand feet." Ghost issued tactical commands over the communication channel.

"Swish—!" When they were less than eight hundred meters from the roof of the Global Financial Center, two hundred black paragliders bloomed silently at almost the same time.

The immense momentum was absorbed by the canopies. The special forces soldiers maneuvered their paragliders, descending precisely toward the wide helipad on the roof of the building.

"Tap." Ghost's military boots touched the concrete of the helipad, not even making a sound of friction.

He quickly cut the parachute cords and performed a roll on the ground. He raised his special assault rifle equipped with a silencer, scanning the surroundings.

Immediately afterward, two hundred elite soldiers landed one after another like falling leaves.

It was too smooth. Ghost looked around. The wind on the roof was strong, but he saw no patrolling guards, nor did he trigger any alarms.

"This rabble thinks that having a few pieces of heavy weaponry is enough to contend with a regular army." A sneer curled at the corner of Ghost's mouth, "They have no idea what modern special operations are."

He made a gesture. Two demolition experts immediately stepped forward, using silent laser cutters to begin precisely cutting the ventilation ducts and blast-proof passageway gates on the roof.

...

At the same time. On the fifth underground floor, in the control center. Chu Feng leaned back on a large leather sofa, his legs crossed. Stussy was kneeling on the carpet, looking extremely docile.

Chu Feng did not look at her, but instead stared at the holographic console in front of him.

"Boss." The special bandit in charge of Skynet monitoring spoke up suddenly, his voice still icy. "The air pressure sensors and micro-vibration sensors on the top floor of the building have been triggered."

"The Skynet Matrix AI has captured a large area of optical distortion signals above the helipad."

Radar indeed could not scan the stealth suits, and thermal imaging could not detect body heat. But the "Sky Dome Matrix" that Chu Feng had purchased with 150,000 Wealth Points had taken over the building's most core physical security system.

The weight of two hundred people pressing down on the roof and the subtle changes in air flow could not escape the discerning eyes of this system.

On the screen, through the AI's contour reconstruction, two hundred translucent figures were gathering at the security passage entrance on the roof.

"Stealth suits?" Chu Feng chewed on a grape, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes. Those old men in Washington finally couldn't hold back and had sent out their trump cards.

The USA's top elite soldiers wanted to play at a decapitation strike.

Evelyn stood to the side, her face turning pale with fear as she saw the outlines of the special forces soldiers reconstructed on the screen.

As a top tycoon, she had naturally heard of those secret units from The Pentagon. These people were practically human weapons, killing without a trace.

"Master... they've come in..." Evelyn's voice trembled as she instinctively leaned toward Chu Feng.

"What are you panicking about?" Chu Feng reached out and patted Stussy's delicate face, then stood up and walked to the control console.

"Notify the brothers on the 85th to 88th floors to evacuate completely." Chu Feng's eyes were cold as he issued the order. "Cut off the lighting system for these four floors completely. Turn off the backup power as well."

"Deploy fifty heavy Mech Bandits there. Ambush them in the 85th-floor open-plan office area."

Chu Feng picked up a glass of red wine from the table and swirled it. "Let them in. Shut the door and finish them off."

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On the top floor of the building, the blast-proof door was cut open by lasers. Ghost was the first to crawl into the passage. He pulled down the multi-function night vision goggles on his helmet. In the green field of vision, the stairwell was empty.

"Team A, clear the stairs. Team B, take the elevator shaft. Cover each other." Ghost issued the order through his bone conduction headset.

The two hundred special forces soldiers infiltrated the interior of the building silently, like mercury spilling onto the ground. The surveillance cameras along the way were paralyzed by their jammers, without alerting anyone.

They descended all the way. The 88th floor, the 87th floor, the 86th floor. They encountered no resistance; they didn't even see a ghost.

This was too abnormal. As an elite soldier who had experienced many battles, Ghost's intuition told him that something was wrong.

Since the opponent could annihilate an advance battalion of the National Guard, it was impossible for them to lack even the most basic internal defenses.

"Sir, no target heat sources detected. It seems like this place has been abandoned." The vice-captain's voice sounded in the channel.

"Stay alert. Enter the 85th floor." Ghost made a gesture.

The special forces soldiers pushed open the fire door, raised their guns, and poured into the 85th-floor open-plan office area in an extremely standard tactical formation.

This place was originally a high-level trading hall for the Morgan Consortium. It covered a vast area. At this moment, all the lights had been cut off, and even the emergency lights were not on. The entire hall was plunged into absolute darkness.

With the help of his night vision goggles, Ghost scanned the surrounding desks and glass partitions. It was too quiet. It was so quiet that he could only hear the deliberately lowered breathing of his comrades.

He held his gun and carefully bypassed a huge load-bearing pillar, advancing toward the depths of the hall.

Suddenly, at the edge of his night vision field of view, he caught a massive shadow. No, not one. It was rows of huge metallic shadows.

They stood quietly at the end of the dark trading hall like sculptures. There was no sound of breathing, no body heat emission; under thermal imaging, they were completely cold, inanimate objects.

Ghost stopped abruptly and made a fist to signal the whole team to stop advancing. He raised his gun and adjusted the magnification of his night vision goggles to the maximum.

When he looked through the green fluorescent screen and clearly saw the outlines of those shadows, the Delta Force commander, who had once chatted and laughed in piles of corpses, saw his pupils suddenly shrink to the size of pinpricks!

Those were steel monsters, each over 2.2 meters tall, covered in pitch-black, heavy armor.

"Hum—" In the darkness, fifty pairs of scarlet tactical low-light goggles, like the eyes of abyss demons, lit up simultaneously!

Immediately following that was a scalp-numbing, heart-stopping sound of motor drives! The heavy barrels of fifty six-barreled Gatling machine guns began to slowly rotate in the darkness!