Chapter 602: Field army, so what?
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
Sheyan stared vacantly at Zi’s blank message for a short while.
Without saying anything, he proceeded to temper his own abilities.
The realm remained exceedingly tranquil, just like the crisis before a storm. In this period, Sheyan also visited Jinkuang only to watch him snoring loudly in his ragged sackcloth bag, appearing extremely idle.
After exhausting their period of stay in the realm, the trio contacted once again and discussed Sheyan’s problem. Brother Black then informed that he would probably be able to catch a flight to Amman, Jordan the next day, but flight transition would be a problem.
Although now a constitutional monarchy, Reef’s family clan still possessed relatively frightening influence. As a major aristocrat family that stood firmly for centuries, there wouldn’t be any difficult issues in places wherever a United Kingdom flag flutters.
Reef immediately guaranteed that Mogensha would receive a French Guiana passport in Amman, where he would take a flight transit to Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport. The whole process would require 23 hours, and though Brother Black sounded haughty he conducted his affairs with strict prudence. Furthermore, he even informed Sheyan he would be bringing along two capable subordinates to help.
Of the two, the first was called Mahakael of Asian descent, whose father was a Malaysian. The other was a charcoal head like Brother Black, known as Demu.
This time, the heavens were more accepting and Sheyan swiftly fetched those 3 strong aids from Guangzhou Baiyun airport. Mogensha’s subordinates treated him like like a deity. Like zealous believers, their gazes appeared as though they would stoop to kiss Mogensha’s foot.
Sheyan reckoned that without a doubt, those two subordinates would leap to receive a bullet for Mogensha. Obviously, that was the reason Brother Black brought them along. With them both, it was practically having two additional lives. One could tell that though Mogensha appeared forthright on the outside, he was rather meticulous on the inside. Besides, the real world was without equipments nor medicines. This was the best condition to slay another contestant, but a backfire would mean one could be rapidly dispatched off as well.
After alighting, the four humans then rode a taxi throughout the night for Fang Cheng Gang. Upon reaching the area, Sheyan tossed the pistol over to Mogensha. After toying around with it and firing off 3 trial shots, Mogensha nodded and chuckled.
"Not an issue boss, let’s go. The earlier we finish them off, the earlier we can have a good supper."
Sheyan had made detailed and clear discrete investigations long ago. Since Uncle Dasi harbored thoughts of returning to his hometown, then the threat of Huashan Fei must definitely be eliminated. Not only that, his malignant claws, branches and roots must all be wiped out, to avoid any repercussions.
Therefore, though he knew about Huashan Fei being like an alarmed bird who hid with the Viets, Sheyan still barged into Fang Cheng Gang unbridled before beginning a violent purge.
Within a short 3 hours, Huashan Fei’s capable subordinates were all subdued, while his retail emporium became severely paralyzed and went offline. Of course, Sheyan didn’t forget to leave drugs lying in their houses as a testimony of their crimes.
Before their conduct could be discovered, the four operatives directly took off and arrived by the coast. Sheyan wasn’t idling the past days but had made adequate preparations.
Although Siqiao town had been leveled, the original residents weren’t buried along with it. Thus, through his capital and network, Sheyan managed to obtain a ‘Big Fly’ motorboat which was fully fuelled and waiting by the shore.
Never forget, titles could still be effective even in the present world. Thus, Sheyan piloted that motorboat with tremendously terrifying pace, causing the nearby Vietnamese coastal patrol boats to be far inferior. Therefore though they openly sailed through the sea, the coastal patrol boats of the Viets could only eat their trailing dust. Apart from loud curses, there was nothing they could do.
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Within the pitch-darkness of night, a still silence.
11 kilometres from the Sino-Vietnamese border, outside a particular army campsite, patters of rain poured down continuously and washed away the dirt on leaves; releasing a shiny glint whenever the occasional torchlight flitted by.
Mahakael recoiled a steel wire onto his arm with an emotionless countenance. At his feet, a Vietnamese soldier was twitching while facing the ground. There was a long and deep cut on his neck, yet strangely, there wasn’t much blood leaking out.
As it turns out, the steel wire was smeared with a hemostatic drug, to prevent the stench of blood from alerting his foes.
The semi-automatic rifle of that Vietnamese soldier had already been snatched by Demu.
His thick black arms incessantly adjusted and modified the rifle, where his actions merely emitted a low muffled sound. After filing in addition to installing a long rifle barrel with such screwdriver works, the rifle had been modified into scarcely a mid-range sniper rifle. Then, he silently disappeared into the darkness.
After eliminating 5 sentinels of the camp and plundering their rifles, Brother Black tossed an AK to Mahakael. He then carried the other rifles on himself and waved to him. Mahakael doubtfully exclaimed.
"Your safety…."
By now, Brother Black had already a rough gauge of the enemy’s strength. Laughing aloud, he pointed to Sheyan.
"With him around, you don’t have to worry about my safety. Be my fire cover alright?"
Mahakael casted a doubtful look at Sheyan. Looking at this expression while calmly standing still, Sheyan simply appeared like he was passing this camp on a scenic tour. To him, the rainwater was like heavenly dew and pearl, as though he was immersed indulgently in it. Following that, Sheyan issued with a deep voice.
"Move in!"
He then raced for 20 plus metres before unleashing a heavy kick towards the military camp gates!
A siege! He is actually sieging directly!
Mogensha’s two subordinates looked on with popped eyes!
Although they estimated these military soldiers were merely ordinary, they weren’t so conceited as to believe the four of them could have a head-on confrontation!
Yet by spectating the fighting stance of this youth ahead, it was as though he had brought along a thousand supporting troops; attempting to ruthlessly crush the hundreds of soldiers ahead!
This was, after all, a country’s regular field army!
Warning sirens pierced out....With a stomp, the gates swayed while the surrounding walls trembled violently, as grains of cement rolled down. With a composed demeanor, Sheyan released another stomp!
Mogensha followed closely behind and stood around 5-6 metres behind Sheyan, while rampantly pressing an AK against his shoulder. He then casually produced his lighter and lit a cigar, before puffing deeply while maintaining his squinted eyes; appearing exceedingly infatuated.
As Mahakael beheld with astoundment, Sheyan’s second stomp ultimately succeeded.
The two massive iron gates emitted ‘creaking’ sounds before simultaneously distorting, renting inwards, and finally collapsing inwards!
Instantly after, militants flocked out of the campsite like a swarm of bees.
Yet it was futile because they currently had to face Golden AK Mogensha!
DA! DA! DA! DA! The spraying rumbles of the AK thundered out like a death talisman from the underworld.
Onrushing soldiers flipped into the air as bullets lodged within the middle of their brows. This depiction was practically like an invisible man carrying an invisible spear and striking against their foreheads. Whenever someone exited the base, his trigger was pressed.
All of a sudden, militants came racing out of the different base windows, doors and also the main headquarters entrance!
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Mogensha swapped to his pistol and finished its bullets in no time. While swapping guns, his firepower suppression seemed to lack even a tinge of delay.
Soon from afar, the wall of the headquarter block crumbled sonorously.
All of a sudden, three militants rushed out as the first opened fire. Smoke fumigated out from Sheyan’s body where he had obviously received some shots. Yet at this moment, he pressed forward nonchalantly before hurling his bayonet ferociously!
That bayonet ripped out a radiant arc, and brutally punctured through the abdomens of two militants. Continuing with unstoppable momentum, it finally stabbed deep into the chest of the last guy!
Actually, even Sheyan didn’t expect that. As it turns out, the last unlucky brat that was stabbed, was that Vietnamese officer who sniped him with the Scout rifle previously.
Nevertheless, that military officer remained a tough nut. Coughing violently from having his lung impaled, chilling air filled his caving lungs causing him to wheeze coarsely during this battle. Clutching his mouth, blood streamed out from the cracks of his fingers and dripped gruesomely down his body.
Still, he executed a string of rows towards the side bed, before reaching out for a bottle of white wine.
As if nothing happened, he raised his head and flushed the spirited white wine through his bleeding wounds! It was truly a cruel and ruthless self-tormenting action. Then, he produced his sniper rifle and gradually aimed his black barrel over; the scope’s crosshair already desiring its target.
However, in this instance, a bloodstained bullet pierced in and shattered his sniper scope!
Actually, that bullet had pierced in from the back of that officer’s head, before exiting from his right eye and shattering into the sniper scope.
Naturally, this bullet was unleashed by the distant covering Demu. His shooting angle was ingeniously from the bird’s eye view of a barrack roof, where he could see everything clearly from there.