"Hell's Gate"

This armed force, totaling thirty-six personnel and lacking UDF mechanical exoskeletons, was none other than the Third Combat Platoon of the Hunter company.

However, among these Hunters, there were six who, despite being equipped with heavy armor and carrying .50 caliber heavy machine guns in their hands, maintained astonishing flexibility and agility, completely unaffected by the weight.

Reaching the perimeter fence, they placed plastic explosives, retreated to a safe distance, and waited for over ten seconds...

BOOM!!

As the fence was blown open, the raid officially commenced.

The Hunters passed through the breach one by one, moving in squads of six toward the areas they were assigned to "take care of."

The six heavy-armor soldiers were evenly distributed among the six squads, charging to the very front to serve as point men.

Meanwhile, on the side of the RDA, which had fallen into infighting...

"You bastards! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"

"Damn it! I knew those blue things couldn't be trusted!"

In the maintenance workshop, several RDA mercenaries were trapped in a corner, suppressed by fire from Avatars standing about three meters tall and wielding machine guns.

Although the Avatar pilots, with the exception of Jake Sully, were civilians who had never received any military training, the sensory and strength enhancements provided by the Avatars made operating a high-recoil .30 caliber machine gun no different from a human handling an airsoft or BB gun.

Furthermore, a small number of mercenaries had also joined the mutiny, providing assistance and guidance. Coupled with the surprise backstabbing, the RDA mercenaries remaining in the base were being picked off one by one.

"Lieutenant, I really regret coming here. I just... I just wanted to earn more... more for my wife and kids... more... uh..."

A mercenary sitting against the wall spoke weakly. The loss of his left forearm left him looking like a mass of flesh and blood, with crimson fluid flowing out uncontrollably.

Finally, the mercenary's eyes went dull, his head lolled to the side, and his body gradually slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground and moving no more.

"Damn it! Damn it all!!"

Watching the life of his comrade fade away, the lieutenant in charge of the mercenaries pounded the ground in grief and rage, then quickly shouted into his comms: "Colonel! This is Hell's Gate! We need support! We need support! Those mad scientists have mutinied!"

"Static..."

Unfortunately, due to the magnetic interference from the Na'vi Sanctuary, the only reply from the comms was the sound of electrical noise.

"Lieutenant... how about... we surrender?" a mercenary who had emptied his modular rifle magazine suggested, his voice trembling.

"Surrender?!" Hearing these cowardly words, another muscular brute immediately grabbed the life-fearing mercenary with one hand and pressed him against the front of their fallen brother, shouting angrily:

"Fuck! What the hell are you saying?! Horton was killed by them, killed! Those people are ungrateful bastards. If it weren't for the protection services we provided, they would have been eaten by the rainforest long ago!

Talking about protecting nature, protecting life—is this how they protect it? By killing people?!"

"Then tell me what we should do?! And what's the point of yelling at me! They killed Horton, not me!" the life-fearing mercenary retorted indignantly.

"Enough!" The lieutenant picked up his shotgun, loaded a few shells, and gritted his teeth: "Even though we are no longer Marines, but security and mercenaries, the fact that the enemy killed our comrades without a second thought is something we cannot tolerate! Understand?!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!" The muscular man was the first to respond.

The life-fearing mercenary just nodded.

"Rat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!"

?

However, just as the RDA mercenaries were divided between surrendering and fighting to the death, the rhythmic sound of precision fire and rapid shooting suddenly came from the workshop entrance—clearly the work of combatants who knew how to handle firearms.

Furthermore, the mutineers, consisting of Avatars and scientists, stopped their suppressive fire on the corner where the mercenaries were hiding.

Could it be reinforcements?

Guessing this possibility, the lieutenant immediately poked his head out to observe.

One look confirmed his suspicion.

The Firepower Squad that had arrived to "support" them had caught the enemy off guard, and their first volley had killed the two most threatening Avatars.

Upon realizing they had been "backstabbed," the mutineers scrambled to turn around. One of the mutinous mercenaries immediately sought cover, attempting to take out the "RDA reinforcements" who posed the greatest threat and were equipped with .50 caliber machine guns and heavy armor.

"Rat-tat!"

But after firing a dozen rapid shots at the chest of a heavy-armor soldier, the mutinous mercenary couldn't help but look astonished: "This... how is this possible?!"

Because from its perspective, the heavy-armor soldier, hit by 2x35mm armor-piercing rounds, merely swayed a few times before aiming its muzzle directly at it, and then...

"Bang! Bang!"

The .50 caliber round blew the mutinous mercenary and its cover to pieces.

"Nice shot! Hahaha!"

"Provide cover for our guys!"

Seeing this, the lieutenant and the surviving RDA mercenaries immediately rushed out of the corner, spreading out and coordinating with the Firepower Squad to catch the mutineers in a pincer attack.

The Avatars were the primary "focus" of the RDA mercenaries and the Firepower Squad, and since the Avatar pilots were just a group of non-military personnel who had received temporary guidance, they panicked when faced with an attack from both front and rear.

As for the mutinous scientists?

They lacked both accuracy and courage. They could be useful when the situation was in their favor, but in a disadvantageous position, it was good enough that they didn't cause more trouble.

With both sides coordinating, the Firepower Squad and the surviving mercenaries successfully cleared all the mutineers from the workshop.

"Whew~!" The muscular mercenary whistled, raised his squad machine gun toward the Firepower Squad, and laughed heartily: "Hahaha! Thanks for saving our lives! I'll buy you a drink when we get back, but your gear feels... wait! What is this?!"

Before the burly man could finish his sentence, the Firepower Squad—or rather, the Hunter squad—had already secured advantageous positions, their muzzles leveled at all the surviving mercenaries.

Then, a Hunter sergeant spoke up to persuade them: "We are all human; there is no need for a firefight. You can lay down your weapons and accept temporary prisoner status. Once we take control of this base, you'll have food and drink, and perhaps you can even return to your old trade, with pay and benefits that might far exceed what you had before."

"However, you may also choose to resist. As for the outcome... I don't need to tell you; you should all understand."

At this moment, the RDA mercenaries were low on ammunition and physically and mentally exhausted, long past any state of combat readiness. Knowing this, the second lieutenant did not want his men to make unnecessary sacrifices, so he was the first to actively drop his firearm and raise his hands.

"Drop your weapons, all of you."

"This... sigh!" Though the burly man was unwilling, he had no choice but to comply.

Similar scenes were playing out repeatedly. With the assistance of six "Heavy Armor" Universal Soldiers, the Hunters took control of Hell's Gate in less than ten minutes.