778 One-sided Battle (1/2)
”...We lost contact with Team A! I repeat, we lost contact with Team A!”
”Damn it, what kind of monster is that!”
”Get the bazooka! Quick! Sh*t!”
”AHHH, my leg!”
The battlefield was reversed in an instant. Jiang Chen's team, who was originally forced into a dead end, suddenly reappeared as a steel monster. The bullets that hit him barely scratched him, and the minigun on his arm shredded any flesh that attempted to stop him.
The radio was filled with the sound of gunfire. After the defense was broken, there was the screams of the soldiers, and then a jumbled static sound. On this polar expedition vessel several tens of kilometers away, everyone in the temporary command post fell silent.
According to the frontline news they could only draw one conclusion.
The mission failed.
At the same time, there was a question in everyone's hearts.
The Poisonous Arrow Mercenary Corps was part of the Arrow Military. One of the top ranked mercenary groups widely active in hot spots such as Ukraine and Syria. Whether it was equipment or tactics, the Poisonous Arrow Mercenary Corps could be considered impeccable elites. However, what exactly happened that turned the originally advantageous situation into a one-sided massacre in a matter of seconds?
Could it be...
Inside the vessel, everyone looked at each other and everyone saw deep concern from the other person's eyes.
Could it be that Jiang Chen had found something in that fortress, such as the ”miracle weapon” that the Nazis had not yet used?
”It's ridiculous.” A lanky Jewish man threw his hat on the table and pulled his collar, starting to feel irritated. ”Fergus, go lower the air conditioner, it's too hot.”
”Yes.” The man who was called Fergus took a deep breath, nodded nervously, and walked toward the remote control by the window.
At the same time, there was a harsh fricative sound from the radio, as if someone picked up a mic from the ground. A moment later, a hoarse voice transmitted, and everyone in the room held their breath.
”... buzz ... oh, good evening.”
Silence lasted for a few seconds and no one responded.
”...Not talking to me? It seems that you are not going to say hello to me.”
”It doesn't matter. I will find you.”
”In addition, congratulations to you. If you started this 'party' to provoke me, then you have already succeeded.”
”...”
Communication was cut off and silence lasted in the cabin for a long time until deep anxiety and panic creeped into everyone's heart...
”We must get out of here right now!” The thin Jewish man got up and left his seat. ”Leave now.”
”Calm down, Mr. Oliver.” The man who sat at the top of the table reverberated. ”He's just bluffing. He can't position us just by radio.”
Oliver smiled and shrugged.
”Calm down? Yes. Then? What should we do next?”
The cabin fell into silence again.
Yes, what should we do next?
After a long absence, the man who sat at the top of the table spoke again.
”They are still in Antarctica. We'll request reinforcements from the headquarter. In any case, we must acquire the Golden Apple!”