207: Chapter 207 A Cataclysmic Start

"Hey, you lot! Get out here!"

A soldier in a gray military uniform pointed at several people hiding in a corner, and his comrades followed suit.

"Please, don't! Don't shoot! We aren't a threat!"

Several grimy young people crawled out from the corner. "We're just looking for food! We aren't a threat!"

"Hands behind your heads, kneel down!"

"Yes, yes! Don't shoot!"

These young people were quick to submit, likely dominated by fear.

"Now, tell me the defensive layout of those UN people!"

"How... how would I know that?"

Bang!

The group fell into chaos. Looking at their fallen companion, they were terrified, yet they still chose not to stand up.

Facing several fully armed soldiers, they had no chance of success if they tried to run.

"Now, we need to assess your value." The leader of the soldiers narrowed his eyes. "You lived under the protection of the World Alliance, but now the World Alliance has been reduced to remnants. Tell us where your camp is, and we'll give you a way to live."

The young people were covered in dust and starving. However, they had seen it all before; the people in front of them had nothing to do with the so-called democracy and freedom they claimed to represent. They were utter madmen!

But now...

Crack!

"Enemy attack!"

Several soldiers instinctively dove for cover. The soldier who was hit in the neck was struggling on the ground.

Crack, crack, crack!

The opponent began firing short bursts, suppressing their cover and making them afraid to raise their heads.

"Damn it, who the hell is it?"

Taking this opportunity, the young people quickly scrambled up and vanished around a corner.

"Shit! Golden Island! We're under attack near the Red Lion Hotel! Requesting backup!" The squad leader immediately sought support. He hadn't seen where the opponent was the entire time; it might be an expert.

Crack, crack!

Two more gunshots rang out. Based on the leader's intuition, the opponent was definitely about to reload.

He extended his gun and peered out from behind the cover.

Bang!

A crisper gunshot rang out. A bullet shattered his sight and passed right through his eye.

"Holy crap! The Squad Leader's down!" another soldier exclaimed. "Deputy Leader! What do we do?"

"Shit! Everyone together, suppressive fire!"

This tactic actually worked, but after everyone leaned out and sprayed toward the general direction, there was no more movement from that side.

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know. Tom, John, follow me. Smith and George, keep covering!"

"Yes, sir!"

Three soldiers immediately closed in and tossed grenades toward the window across the street.

Amidst the explosion and dust, the three of them vaulted through the window from which the fire had originated.

"Nothing..."

"Nothing here either!"

"He ran? Golden Island, Golden Island, this is McCarthy Squad. Leader is KIA, hostile target has disappeared. Requesting patrol support."

"Golden Island copies. Nearby patrols have entered high alert. Please begin pursuit."

"Understood. You all heard that? Everyone, start searching! He can't get far on two legs!"

"Yes sir!"

The men regrouped and began clearing points in the likely direction of the target.

Rat-tat-tat!

It happened again. Someone suddenly lunged out from a corner and fired a burst at one of them. Fortunately, he was wearing body armor and was only knocked down.

"Golden Island! This is Macas! Target spotted! Requesting drone assistance!..."

"Golden Island copies. A mobile patrol is closing in. Please maintain tracking."

A small drone was launched from the rear. McCarthy Squad immediately began suppressing all the windows in that direction. The machine gunner used a high-capacity magazine to spray the windows.

This road led straight into the city. Due to the brutal urban warfare, many buildings had collapsed. McCarthy Squad didn't dare enter the ruins recklessly and could only pursue along the road. However, after a small turn, they completely lost the target.

"Golden Island, target lost! Get the drone here faster!"

"Golden Island copies. Drone is approaching from direction 0, currently searching."

An M2 Bradley drove past them. This street had many tall buildings, so using the Bradley's autocannon would be much more effective.

"Ocalon, this is Golden Island. Target spotted, third floor on the left. Thermal signature is clear."

"Ocalon copies." The Bradley's weapons operator immediately rotated the autocannon turret.

Crack-crack-crack... The opponent suddenly opened fire, and the drone was hit, falling from the sky.

Thump-thump-thump-thump!

The autocannon fired, spraying the third floor. The walls were shredded, revealing the miserable scene inside the building.

"Ocalon, drone is down. Unable to confirm effectiveness. Please find your own way."

"Ocalon copies. Everyone out of the vehicle, go down and find them! Tell those bastards from Macas to follow us too."

Six fully armed soldiers jumped off the Bradley and entered the building with McCarthy Squad.

The weapons operator turned on the thermal imaging and observed the windows.

Another drone was still on its way, so they had to rely on themselves for now.

The weapons operator was rotating the turret when the commander suddenly shouted from the side, "Sixth floor!"

Before the turret could turn, a rocket was fired from the sixth floor, scoring a direct hit on the Bradley.

The next moment, an explosion occurred, and the Bradley's turret was blown off. Fire spewed from the turret ring.

"Shit!" the deputy leader cursed. "Golden Island! The opponent has heavy firepower! The IFV is destroyed!"

"Received. Drones are still being redeployed. Nearby units are already rushing over! Hold on!"

"Understood! Boys, head upstairs! We need to kill him before he pulls any more tricks!"

As the group climbed upstairs, they heard a crisp snap.

"Watch out!"

Boom!

An improvised trap was triggered. If they were frontline troops, they would have been more careful.

Unfortunately, they hadn't noticed the tripwire and had to eat the grenade.

Out of the dozen or so men, three or four went down, and the others were all wounded.

"Golden Island! Golden Island! This is Macas and Ocalon! We're about to lose combat effectiveness!" The deputy leader leaned against the wall, holding his gun and looking upward.

"Retreat for now and block his exit. A tank has approached."

"Received. Boys, find a way! We need to get out of here..."

Supporting each other, they used leapfrog cover to enter the building opposite, covering the entrance and the hallways.

This building had only one exit in this direction. If the opponent wanted to leave, he would have to deal with all of them.

The sound of an engine could already be heard.

The deputy leader spat. "Let's show that son of a bitch what's what."

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