Chapter 261 Showtime
Graves entered the command center, and all eyes trained on him. "I just got the call from Mark, telling me to come over, and now I'm here."
"What did you do?" Mark said, noticing the hickey mark on his neck.
"Ah, this..." Graves said as he tried rubbing it off but it was futile. "Well, you can say that I had a rough day and my girl cheered me up."
"Okay that was funny," Mark chuckled but seconds later, his expression turned serious. "Now on the matter at hand, Eagle has some work for you."
Graves flickered his gaze to Richard, who met him with his eyes seriously. "Graves, there is an operation, that is to kill or capture one of Lin Feng's associates that is stuck in Manila."
"Lin Feng associates?" Graves repeated. "So he sent one of his girls again?"
Richard shook his head. "Nope, this time he went along with them, and it's not one of his girls, it's men," he corrected and pointed his fingers to the monitor screen.
Graves leaned forward to get a better view of the monitor screen. Displayed were several figures, distinctly different from Lin Feng's usual associates. These men seemed more rugged, and less refined, but no less dangerous. Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin
"Interesting," Graves mused, his gaze locked on the screen. "Do we have any intel on them?"
Richard nodded, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "We've been monitoring them since Lin Feng left them here. They appear to be waiting for something, possibly orders from Lin Feng himself. Your mission is to capture at least one of them alive for interrogation. We need to know Lin Feng's plans. Though we can already assume it is to destroy us."
Graves straightened up, his demeanor shifting to that of a seasoned operative. "Understood. What's the ROE (Rules of Engagement)?"
"Assuming those men don't die from a single bullet and have the durability of a hunter, I'd say engage until they are weakened enough that we can hold them off."
"I see...who will be on my team?"
"Ten Delta Forces, none of them would be wearing a Titan's Guard as I deemed it not necessary. I think our Delta Forces can handle those Lin Feng's associates, but be wary of this one."
"This is Specter Alpha, the building is clear."
"Specter Bravo, the building is also clear."
"Specter Charlie, building clear."
"Specter Delta, no signs of threat."
"Copy that Specters," Graves acknowledged their report. "Unload your guns, and wait for my signal."
Graves hovered from a great height, overlooking Lin Feng's associates down below. He radioed in the command center.
"This is Specter-1, we are in position," Graves said.
"Copy that, Specter-1," Richard responded. "This is your operation now, our plane is in the sky, orbiting the area, awaiting your command."
"Acknowledged," Graves said, looking down again at Lin Feng's associates. "White Falcon 6, this is Specter-1, tangoes in the open. You are cleared hot."
"Roger Specter-1, target acquired. Weapons free in five seconds," White Falcon 6
Graves watched intently as White Falcon 6 positioned itself for the run.
"Three, two, one, mark," White Falcon 6's pilot counted down.
At the mark, White Falcon 6 released the white phosphorus payload. The canisters, designed to disperse the substance over a targeted area, descended rapidly. As they neared the ground, they activated, scattering white phosphorus that ignited upon contact with air.
The effect was immediate and intense. The white phosphorus created a dense, white smoke screen, significantly reducing visibility in the target area. The burning phosphorus also generated a considerable amount of heat, creating disarray and confusion among Lin Feng's associates.
From his vantage point, Graves could see the chaos unfolding. The white phosphorus effectively disrupted the group, causing them to scatter in an attempt to escape the suffocating smoke and intense heat.
"Okay. It's showtime."