Chapter 128

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Chapter 128: Dead Angle Sniping

“Oh, is that so? It’s worth a try!” Captain Chen Renkai began to understand Lin Mo’s idea. They could use obstacles and the hostages for cover, but they could only shield part of themselves. They would never expect bullets to suddenly pierce through the wall on the other side of the room, but this required high precision from the snipers and pinpoint targeting, with only one chance available.

“Listen up outside! Hurry and send some food in here; I’m starving! Don’t play tricks!” One of the thugs yelled inside.

“Little Liu, bring in some food—milk and high-sugar items!” Captain Kong Xin directed a nearby officer with a nod.

Less than an hour later, a large bag of milk and donuts was hoisted into the house using a pole.

Before long, sounds of eating echoed from inside; it seemed the tense thugs were already famished. However, to be cautious, they let the hostages eat first. After confirming nothing was wrong, they immediately snatched the food and devoured it ravenously.

“What is this stuff? It’s all sweet, too sweet! I don’t like sweet things; do you have anything else?”

“Shut up, Old Five! Having something to eat is better than nothing, so stop complaining! Once we’re full, we’ll have the strength to negotiate. Let’s ask for a helicopter to get out of here while it’s still dark.”

The people inside probably wouldn’t realize that the food Kong Xin arranged, though it contained no additives, was the most natural sedative. The sugar metabolism produced nervous system inhibitors, and a spike in blood sugar would lead to drowsiness.

At that moment, the two-dimensional imaging radar had arrived. Three two-dimensional imaging radars were positioned in a triangle outside Liu Denong’s yard, scanning the interior and quickly generating a three-dimensional model of the room through specialized software, complete with color rendering.

Though it resembled a simplistic game character, they could already aim at it.

“Are the snipers in position?” Captain Chen Renkai asked over the walkie-talkie on the channel for six sniper positions. The site was equipped with dedicated communication devices, clearly marking public channels and various functional group channels.

“Sniper 1, in position!”

“Sniper 2, in position!”

“Sniper 3, in position!”

“Sniper 4, in position!”

“Sniper 5, in position!”

“Sniper 6, in position!”

Each sniper reported in sequence to Captain Chen Renkai over the channel.

“Check your tactical boards; I’ve marked the positions. Let me know if anything looks off.” Previously, Captain Chen Renkai had discussed the possibility of dead angle sniping with the snipers. Although general blind sniping was too unstable, having the two-dimensional imaging radar changed everything. The three radars were sufficient to form a triangulation system, allowing them to lock onto the true positions of every object inside the house and paint coordinate zones on the floor plan. Though risky, it was the only viable solution.

“No issues here!”

The six re-positioned snipers confirmed the shooting parameters against the wall material data they had detected, while an observer monitored the situation inside using the tactical board.

“Okay, we attack in five minutes. Their morale is starting to drop; we cannot afford a mistake.” Captain Chen Renkai issued a firm command and immediately contacted Lin Mo on the channel: “Lin Mo, I need your aircraft to provide interference! Yes, lower the altitude and fly over, using noise to distract them.”

“Received!” Lin Mo maneuvered the aircraft, reducing engine output and aiming straight at the target house below. He could also access the three-dimensional model created by the three two-dimensional imaging radars on his tactical board. Apart from color and detail, it was almost on par with his Light Mirror Technique.

“Explosive team, prepare!”

“Explosive team, 40 grams of C4 attached explosives ready!”

“Pistol team, stand by for additional fire!”

“Pistol team, ready!”

Five members wearing specialized personal armor and gripping Type 92 pistols adeptly positioned themselves in the yard, poised to spring into action and scale the walls.

“Contact in 300 seconds! Countdown, commence!”

In everyone’s ears, the countdown came from Lin Mo’s voice, as his aircraft was responsible for the interference mission, set to lead the operational sequence.

For many people, a plane flying overhead is a very normal occurrence, with a thunderous roar. The thugs would not expect that an aircraft was specifically conducting sound interference against them. The J-10A is a static, unstable model that cannot glide in the air; it can only float for about two hundred meters before needing to power up, or it risks stalling.

As the first to launch an attack, Lin Mo adjusted his flight posture in the airflow, maintaining the lowest output power without losing propulsion. He needed to keep his approach sudden and relatively concealed.

Just from the sound of the engine, it seemed far away, but it was actually very close.

The cannon’s aiming sight on the cockpit windshield focused on the distant farmer’s yard, a distance that is practically a blink away.

“Prepare for countdown! 10, 9, 8, 7… 2, 1! Go!” As Lin Mo counted to 2, he suddenly pushed the engine’s power, erupting with a tremendous roar.

A sonic boom engulfed the aircraft, resembling a magical scene as only the nose and tail were visible. The plane flew past Liu Denong’s home from four hundred meters high, accompanied by a thunderous sonic boom that shattered the glass of nearby houses simultaneously.

Fortunately, the villagers had all been cleared out; otherwise, Lin Mo would bear the responsibility of terrifying them.

“Begin!” As Lin Mo’s last two words fell, a muffled explosion rang out, suppressed by the sound of the jet’s engine, barely audible.

Six fist-sized deep holes suddenly erupted on Liu Denong’s roof.

Although they tried to stay alert, the thugs who had eaten the high-sugar food could not avoid feeling a bit relaxed. They barely had time to complain about the sudden sonic boom when the deafening roar of the engine momentarily blanked their minds, followed closely by a tightening of their bodies that left them weak.

A high-viscosity small dose of C4 explosive was launched at the door, a flash of fire erupted, and the blocked door was instantly blown open. Before the smoke even cleared, five members of the pistol team in ballistic armor and helmets charged through the blasted opening, launching stun grenades inside while the sound of gunfire echoed continuously.

Five seconds later, the elite pistol team from “Night” reported their results. Each member of the squad had undergone one-second identification and firing training, enabling them to immediately distinguish friend from foe and quickly exterminate enemies.

“All six thugs have been neutralized—one shot to the head, four hits to the spine, and one shot through the heart. The hostage is unconscious but unharmed.”

The hostage was merely rendered unconscious by the C4 explosion and stun grenades, a conservative attack method that did not distinguish friend from foe, ensuring that only the specially armored pistol team members would remain unaffected.

The hostages would not suffer any psychological trauma upon waking; they would simply regain consciousness without retaining a bloody memory of witnessing the thugs being killed before their eyes in an instant.

Still, once they moved, it always meant a kill. This kind of relentless efficiency is a characteristic of units like “Night.”

Unlike ordinary anti-terror teams, “Night” units never consider holding back in their assaults. When the country deploys a team like “Night,” it means they have no intention of negotiating and are resolving their targets through direct force.

Once the pistol team stormed inside, they immediately fired all their bullets at the thugs, regardless of their survival.

“Good job.” Squadron leader Chen Renkai swung his fist and exhaled a sigh of relief. Negotiation expert Peng Yisheng and armed police captain Kong Xin smiled broadly, finally relieved of the danger.

The follow-up personnel from Squadron Three rushed into the house to clear away weapons, explosives, and other hazards, then carried the hostages out one by one and took photos to summarize the scene after the battle.

“Mission complete, regroup!” Chen Renkai announced on the public channel connecting everyone’s communication headsets.

“Thank you, thank you!” Armed police captain Kong Xin tightly grasped Chen Renkai’s hand. They had been a huge help; he truly didn’t know how he would have handled the situation otherwise.

“Let’s have a meal together, as a celebration feast!” Negotiation expert Director Peng Yisheng wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and sighed with relief. Every time they executed such a mission, his heart raced, especially during Captain Chen Renkai’s planning session. He had never expected the combat plan would be so surprising—a completely unheard-of approach that utilized every available resource in a tightly linked, supplemental manner, leaving the target with no chance to fight back.

Not only had negotiation expert Peng Yisheng and armed police captain Kong Xin been caught off guard, but the thugs inside had never imagined this brief arrogance would cost them their lives.

“No, we have other missions waiting. We shouldn’t stay in public view for too long, so we have to withdraw first!” Captain Chen Renkai declined the invitation from armed police captain Kong Xin for dinner. Many of the equipment they brought was not suitable for public exposure, as it could attract the attention of foreign powers.

The “Night” Special Forces usually dealt with foreign forces and rarely handled domestic police matters. If it hadn’t been for the local armed police being unable to take down the thugs, the local military and public security leadership’s deep connections would not have enabled them to contact the “Night” superior department through the National Security Bureau, allowing the nearest “Night” Special Forces to mobilize.

“Well then, we won’t keep you any longer. Thank you!” Aware of the unique identity of the assisting unit, armed police captain Kong Xin could only express his gratitude and, at the same time, issued a gag order to those present. Every shell casing and bullet head would be cleaned up, and Liu Denong’s yard would be sealed off for a week until everything was restored to its original state, allowing Liu Denong and his family to return home.