Chapter 79: Metamorphosis (6)

Chapter 79: Metamorphosis (6)

The time in the detonator was 1 minute 42 seconds. Judging by the fact that it didn’t end cleanly on the minute mark, the attack site here definitely wasn’t the only one. So the terrorist here was quite late.

The terrorist who activated the bomb abandoned the car and fled hastily. An accomplice on a motorbike was waiting in the direction he fled. As the terrorist got in the backseat, the accomplice twisted the throttle all the way and swiftly left the scene. The path the motorbike took to get away of course had not a single working CCTV.

When the remaining time became 53 seconds, Hu Shanliang looked at me with an anxious expression.

“You said it was like a disposable cannon... Should we move further for safety?”

He asked really quickly. I shook my head sideways.

“This is plenty. More importantly, is it okay to just let the terrorist go?”

“Well, there are circumstances for that.”

“I figured that much without you telling me. Your superior must be at odds with the guy in charge over there. My point is, shouldn’t you at least track them to find out their base? It could lead to clues about the Black Children’s Party.”

Hu Shanliang opened his mouth with a stupid look on his face.

Incompetent fools. The lower and higher-ups were on the same level.

29 seconds until the explosion. I stretched my hand out and demanded,

“If you have any spare weapons, give them to me. We need to prepare for combat. Same for my men.”

“Huh? Did you say combat?”

“This is the entrance to the city. If I were the terrorist, I would have blasted through here and moved on. At the very least, I’d make a show of it in the middle of the city.”

The Guangzhou Tower, a landmark in Guangzhou, was just five blocks away. The surrounding area was filled with high-rise apartments where Communist Party members were concentrated. Therefore, even running as a group with flags in broad daylight in the heart of the city could create a tremendous impact. Foreign tourists who had not completely left were likely to livestream each of their countries’ broadcasts.

Although I was speculating, I had already spotted a group of ambushers. Some of the weapons they possessed were enough to make me smirk. They must be individuals who were very familiar with what propaganda means.

Hu Shanliang, whose forehead began to glisten, relayed instructions via radio to another car and then opened the glove compartment to retrieve a pistol.

“Here, take this. There are also two automatic rifles in the trunk, but going out now is a bit-“

“This will do for now. I’ll take it.”

“Uh...”

Kyung-tae, who had been silently listening, took the pistol in my place. The semi-automatic pistol with a 15-round magazine was Chinese-made but used the more common 9mm rounds found in the West (QSZ-92G-9). The difference from military models using unique Chinese specifications. As Kyung-tae pulled back the slide and loaded a bullet into the chamber, the time remaining was 3 seconds. I casually warned,

“Cover your ears.”

“Huh?”

Foolish bastard. I leaned back on the seat right before the truck exploded. The flash, bang, and shockwave. The moment the condensed steam spread out, all the glass windows around us shattered. The glass of our vehicle also lost its transparency with a crack. Accidents occurred here and there on the road.

While the two in the front seats froze like slaughtered pigs, I leisurely appreciated the penetrated convoy of the People’s Liberation Army, neatly lined up. The armor penetration of the EFP launchers was so tremendous that ironically, the survival rate of the passengers increased. Over half of the front vehicles were cleanly penetrated by the launchers. So the rear vehicles were hit even harder. Because the shrapnel from the split chassis tore up the insides.

At this point, the lucky survivors’ response was...like watching a slapstick comedy.

‘The levels are similar to the morons in South Sudan.’

In the past 16 years, China had sent a mechanized infantry battalion to South Sudan as peacekeeping troops. And how were they back then? They refused to mobilize because they didn’t want to leave the base, retreated to the center of the base when combat broke out, and abandoned their posts and weapons, and fled when the battle intensified.

That was exactly how the survivors here were reacting now.

“革命万岁! 黑孩子黨万岁! 中国人民万万岁! 人民的敌人要死! (Long live the revolution! Long live the Black Children’s Party! Long live the Chinese people! The enemies of the people must die!)”

Then came the ensuing purge, no, it was closer to a mass execution. A private whose waist was severed was dragged while caught in a noose by a speeding motorcycle. Although everything below his ribs was gone, his heart was still beating, and he left a bloody ink painting-like trail of blood along the circular path of the bike.

This execution ground enclosed by lines of blood gradually took the lives of the Chinese military who had lost their will to resist as they were slashed one by one. Riders who had jumped off their bikes seized whimpering officers, NCOs, and privates begging for their lives, pushed them to their knees, and carried out beheadings. Some recorded it on video while others collected spoils; their roles were clear. The riders remaining on the bikes hunted down and exterminated those trying to flee.

Whoaaaa!

Howling like beasts, the Black Children’s Party attack squad celebrated their victory. They deserved to be proud, crushing the enemy in just two charges. However, it was now time to let them know prey existed here as well.

“A-are you going to attack?”

Taking aim from behind the shield with a kneeling posture, Hu Shanliang asked me in a cracking voice. I glanced at him indifferently.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

I signaled Kyung-tae with my eyes. He nodded and used the radio to direct the attack. Target allocation was instantaneously complete. My share was targets obscured by the smoke, invisible to normal sight.

As a check, when I looked around at Jinyeong, I saw Park Miju’s pale face gripping a pistol. I gave Kyung-tae additional instructions.

“Tell Miju not to engage in combat. Have her hide in the backseat or something.”

“Got it.”

While all organization members underwent mandatory combat training, those classified as ‘purely sales’ like the deceased Gabsoo and Miju weren’t much help in times like these. Because they lacked real combat experience regardless of whether their circuits were open. And right now, Park Miju, as she herself said, was the critical link to Gao Shusen, so protecting her took priority.

‘She’s also in an emotionally unstable state.’

She depended a lot on her senior.

Bang! Ratatatata!

Right on time as our combat preparation ended, an explosion occurred in one of the armored vehicles. The detonating ammunition inside blew out thick shell casings towards the open door, ejecting them out. As the riders’ gazes reflexively turned that way, Kyung-tae gave the order to fire.

“Now! Shoot!”

Kakakang!Kakakang! My three-round bursts pierced two riders’ helmets in my line of fire. Four hits. The two bastards with oozing brains shook and knelt down before collapsing forward and backward. In addition, seven were killed or injured by Kyung-tae’s squad’s gunfire. We could have killed twice as many if visibility was better with fewer obstacles and limitations on weaponry. Hu Shanliang’s subordinates possessed rifles while mine had pistols. Letting greed trump ability.

“What the! What’s going on?!”

While the riders were intoxicated with victory, Hu Shanliang’s men belatedly joined the attack when they were confused. But suppressive fire without purpose after we had already killed all we could, far from racking up kills, only let the enemy clearly realize our position. Soon after, the asphalt around us broke apart with the sound of metal shattering. It was the retaliation from the enemy’s gunners. Even my car door shield rang with dull thuds several times. But not a single bullet penetrated through thanks to the titled angle and high-density telekinesis filling the interior and exterior.

Screeeeeech!

High-pitched friction sounds echoed in layers. The riders tilted their bike bodies low, leaving skid marks as they drifted to change direction. As dozens of bikes spun in place, the swordsmen and gunners who had dismounted swiftly returned to their positions.

The Black Children’s Party attack squad commenced another fierce charge.

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