90: All units, fire at will!

Seventy meters—for this group of top special forces soldiers, launching a raid would take less than ten seconds.

But... he glanced at the dense network of visible and hidden sentries surrounding the building, as well as the heavy machine gun positions.

A frontal assault would inevitably come at a cost.

Furthermore, once the fighting started, the big fish inside might escape in the chaos.

"Boss, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," the Deputy Captain leaned over.

"A frontal assault is too risky. Casualties would be hard to control, and accidents are likely."

Jose looked at him.

"How about... we try a different approach?" the Deputy Captain chuckled, pointing toward the sky.

"How about letting our Air Force brothers deliver them a big package? One shot, one kill—guaranteed no one escapes."

Jose's eyes lit up.

They had air superiority and precision-guided weapons now, so why risk their lives in a bayonet charge?

He picked up his individual radio and switched to the encrypted communication channel.

"Calling 'Eagles Nest', this is 'Shadow'."

"'Shadow', proceed."

Jose took a deep breath, his tone cold and resolute.

"I require a surgical strike. Target: The Bolivian Government Forces Temporary Command Post."

Free Army Frontline Command Post.

Oliver put down the encrypted phone, turned to Chief of Staff Mateo beside him, and pointed to the location of La Paz on the map.

Mateo handed him a hot cup of coffee and asked, "Does he want an air raid?"

"Mhm."

Oliver took a sip of coffee, his gaze sharpening.

"He wants us to take out the Bolivian Ministry of Defense Building, which is the commander-in-chief headquarters for Behar, Lorenzo, and their group."

"That's quite an appetite."

Mateo smiled.

"But I like it."

Oliver tapped the table, his tone decisive.

"Order the First JF-17 Squadron to deploy immediately."

"I don't care how they do it, but within thirty minutes, I want to see the Ministry of Defense Building explode into the sky."

"This is a big gift for our brothers fighting bloody battles in the city of La Paz!"

"Understood!"

The order was quickly relayed.

A few minutes later, accompanied by the piercing roar of engines.

A JF-17 Thunder Block 3 fighter jet, painted with the Free Army insignia, tore through the night sky, trailing a blue afterburner flame as it shot toward the heavens.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot expertly pulled up the fighter, receiving real-time coordinates via data link from the Special Operations Regiment scouts on the front line.

"'Eagles Nest', this is 'Sharp Sword One', we have reached the target airspace, requesting final target confirmation."

"'Sharp Sword One', target confirmed. It is the most conspicuous white building directly beneath you."

"Repeat: it is that white building, the lair of Behar and Lorenzo."

"Roger."

The pilot's eyes locked onto the multi-function display, where a clear red box encased a magnificent building on the ground.

It was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the surrounding darkened urban area—it was practically a sitting duck.

"Laser guidance ready."

"Target locked."

"Fire!"

He gently pressed the launch button.

Three laser-guided missiles silently detached from the hardpoints beneath the wings.

Trailing faint smoke, they sped accurately toward the brightly lit building on the ground, like three spears of vengeance.

Ten seconds later, in the top-floor conference room of the Bolivian Ministry of Defense Building in downtown La Paz.

Commander-in-Chief Behar was anxiously pacing back and forth, shouting into the microphone.

"Victor! Victor! Damn it, why isn't the 7th Division responding?! What exactly is happening in Monteagudo!"

Deputy Commander-in-Chief Lorenzo's expression was equally grim.

"It's not just the 7th Division; we have almost lost contact with the Quick Reaction Brigade and the Special Operations Brigade inside La Paz."

"The sporadic reports we receive are all complaints, saying they are under ferocious attack by unidentified enemies!"

Just then, three sharp whistling sounds came from outside the window.

Before the generals in the conference room could react, an intense white light instantly engulfed the entire room.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three missiles struck the top, middle, and bottom of the Ministry of Defense Building precisely, hitting from different angles.

The terrifying explosions instantly tore apart the structure of the entire building; reinforced concrete twisted and fractured in the flames.

A massive fireball shot into the sky, and thick black smoke mixed with countless fragments formed a hideous mushroom cloud.

The distant JF-17 fighter jet gracefully traced an arc in the sky.

"'Eagles Nest', 'Sharp Sword One' reporting: package delivered. The customer should be very satisfied. I am returning to base."

The pilot's tone was as relaxed as a delivery driver's.

Monte Agudo Town, hundreds of kilometers away.

Inside the 7th Division's Temporary Command Post, Divisional Commander Victor irritably slammed the communicator onto the table.

"A full two hours! We are completely cut off from the capital! We can't reach a single soul!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he paced back and forth anxiously.

"Where are the scouts we sent out? Have any reports come back? Where exactly is the Free Army's main force?"

A signalman cautiously reported.

"Reporting, Divisional Commander, five minutes ago, the Third Squad we sent to scout the east reported that everything in the eastern mountains is normal."

"No trace of enemy forces was found."

Victor breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the unease in his heart grew heavier.

What he didn't know was that the so-called Third Scout Squad had been bought off by the Free Army's financial offensive half an hour earlier.

And just after they finished giving their false report and received the American dollars that would guarantee them a comfortable life,

several dark gun muzzles emerged from the grass.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

After a few faint muffled sounds, the Government Army soldiers who had just been dreaming of getting rich closed their eyes forever.

A soldier from the Free Army Reconnaissance Company put away his suppressed pistol and spoke coldly into the walkie-talkie:

"Done. The traitors have been eliminated. No survivors left."

"Good job. Withdraw immediately."

Victor was still congratulating himself on the false intelligence back in the command post.

He was completely unaware that a vast net woven of steel and fire had silently enveloped him.

Outskirts of Monte Agudo Town.

At the position of the Free Army 1st Brigade, Brigade Commander Theodore was holding binoculars.

He was observing the distant, dimly lit 7th Division camp with keen interest.

Behind him was an iron torrent stretching for several kilometers.

Over two hundred main battle tanks and countless infantry fighting vehicles and self-propelled artillery pieces, like slumbering behemoths, radiated cold killing intent in the night.

The 1st Brigade Chief of Staff walked up to him and whispered.

"Brigade Commander, all units have moved into their predetermined attack positions: 1st Regiment on the left flank, 2nd Regiment in the center, and 3rd Regiment on the right flank."

"They are all wedged into the enemy's defensive perimeter like nails."

"That idiot Victor still hasn't realized he's been completely surrounded by us."

Theodore lowered his binoculars, a cruel smirk forming on his lips.

"Then let's wake him up."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and issued a concise and deadly command.

"This is Theodore. Order: All units, fire at will! Wipe this town off the map!"

"Understood!"

The moment the order was given, the Rocket Artillery Battalion of the 1st Regiment, positioned on the left flank of the 1st Brigade, was the first to roar.

"Fire!"

As the Commander of the 1st Regiment gave the order, dozens of rocket launcher vehicles simultaneously spewed scorching backblasts.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Hundreds of rockets, screaming piercingly, instantly illuminated the entire night sky.

They formed an impenetrable curtain of death, raining down overwhelmingly onto the 7th Division's camp.