"Wei...William..."
After Halsey saw William's stunned expression, she mustered up the courage to whisper her boss's name, and her eyes became blurred.
Suddenly, a similar scene happened again.
"Boss!"
A person in charge in the audience yelled, interrupting the two directors' ongoing actions.
!
Halsey immediately distanced himself from William, a blush appeared on his fair cheeks, he looked at the central screen and gasped:
"Huh... Boss, you'd better listen to the lieutenant..."
William was also feeling unbearably hot all over. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, twisted his neck, and calmed his violently beating heart and said:
"Well, work is important."
Then William stood up, walked behind the railing in front of the sofa, looked at the big screen in the center and ordered:
"Lieutenant, after Porcupine One completes the bombing, let all troops launch an attack!"
"Yes, boss!"
Time goes back more than ten minutes.
23:55
The west wall of the Grad·Mahmud estate.
John, Mylon and Karl were squatting at the entrance of the alley, waiting to connect to the drone.
Just a few seconds.
The upper right corner of Holographic Glasses shows an overlooking picture of the manor.
After confirming that the militia patrolling behind the wall had gone away, John waved his hand forward and whispered an order over the communication:
"Team Seven will be the first to enter and execute the beheading. The remaining teams will clear out sentries and patrols. We will keep the communication channel silent.
Everyone, Good Luck."
"Team One received."
"Team Nine..."
Responses from other Sparta team leaders came through the communication one after another.
The three of them bent down and ran under the four-meter-high wall, looking up.
There is a barbed wire fence on the top, and you can't tell whether it is powered on or not.
But this is not a problem for Sparta.
"Tread!"
"Tap!"
With a few subtle sounds of jumping and landing, the three of them easily jumped over the wall and arrived inside.
The manor occupies an area about the size of a football field, with interior walls, grass, and barriers lined up like a small maze.
But through the drone's view, all Sparta can get the best route inside the villa, as well as the real-time location of the patrolling militia.
Sometimes...
The crushing power of technology cannot be compensated by quantity.
The three of them clung to the edge of the inner wall, relying on the route map of Holographic Glasses, and walked quickly towards the location of the villa.
"Hey~"
Sparta perfectly inherits the USS's technique of reducing the volume of its own footsteps when moving.
The sound is as quiet as the breeze, making it impossible for people to even think about it.
However.
When they were only a left corner away from entering the side door of the villa's backyard, their glasses alerted them to the presence of a militiaman standing guard in front of them.
Stop immediately.
John, who was standing at the front, held a gun in his right hand and raised his left hand to make a fist to signal that he was ready to kill.
The three people immediately staggered their positions and formed the best shooting formation.
And then...
"Ta~ta~" There were two sounds like staplers.
"Plop~" The human body fell to the ground.
Just watch the three of them rush out of the corner.
Karl took the lead and shot the militiaman on the left chest, John fired a follow-up shot and hit the head, and Mylon pointed the muzzle at the side door to be alert.
After confirming that no one noticed anything strange, the three of them continued to move forward.
Stand on the right wall of the side door in turn, preparing to break through.
"Ta~ta~"
With their excellent hearing, they also heard the faint gunfire of Subsonic Rounds, equipped with suppressors, coming from the manor.
It seems that the rest of Spartan Squad have also entered the manor and started to eliminate enemies one after another.
Then the three of them don't have to hide anything anymore.
Do it!
Enter the villa.
"Tap!"
Tactical boots strode on the tile floor, and the three of them formed a cross formation and quickly passed through the living room and kitchen bar on the first floor.
"Nanihuyo (who)?!"
The Elite Militias on duty in the villa, after hearing the violent noise, came to the corridor from the lobby to go to the kitchen to find out.
Elite.
As the name suggests, these elites are completely different from the soldiers outside.
Uniform military uniforms, uniform Tactical Belt, and even helmets and military boots.
As soon as the elites came to the corridor, they happened to bump into Spartans who was making a rapid assault.
"Bang-!"
"Ah-!"
But...
Before the elites at the front could raise their guns, they were bumped into the air by Mylon, who had the characteristics of an open tank.
The elite force flying in the air continued unabated, knocking his partner together and causing him to fall to the ground like a bowling pin.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
Spartans didn't even bother to look at them, so they all adjusted their gun safety to full automatic and fired at the elite group.
"Click-!"
The three of them changed the magazines one after another, walked through the pile of corpses to the spiral staircase in the lobby, and headed towards the living area of Grad Mahmud on the second floor.
As for whether all the elites died, John and others don't care.
After all, with the other Sparta's clearing speed, the entire manor was under control in just a matter of seconds.
Immediately afterwards.
"Ta-ta!"
"Ah-!"
Very low gunshots, as well as those Elite Militia short and rapid screams, resounded continuously in the manor.
These should have attracted nearby troops to come to support.
Unfortunately, those USS secretly protecting Sparta are also here.
They used the Optical Camouflage function to radiate from the manor to the surrounding areas, executing assassinations quickly and efficiently.
This allows the little ones to answer their graduation papers in peace and mind without being disturbed by random things.
"Bang--!"
The double-layer protective door with solid wood and iron railings was kicked down by Mylon.
"Tap-tap-!"
Mylon, John, and Karl rushed into the most luxurious room in sequence.
On the big bed in the center, several beautiful and beautiful women of various skin colors were lying.
They ignored the sudden Sparta and were still serving the slightly fat white man lying on the bed.
As for the target that John and others want to behead...
Obese, bloated, black, wearing only shorts, Grad·Mahmud...
He was sitting on a wooden chair by the window, watching the performance on the bed with great interest.
"Hehe." Still smiling foolishly.
"Ta! Ta!"
Seeing this, John shot Mahmud away without saying a word.
The white man was originally enjoying himself and seemed extremely confident, but when he saw that Sparta was not playing his cards according to common sense, he suddenly panicked.
I can't pretend to be B anymore, I have to say it quickly!
"I'm Dee..."
"No. 3, tell him to shut up."
"Yes!"
But before the man could say the hint, Mylon carried out John's order.
"Bang!"
"Pfft--!"
Mylon stepped forward and directly handed the white man a gun butt.
How could that man withstand such a beating? He spurted blood and fell into coma in one fell swoop.
Even so, those beautiful women still continued their actions.
John walked to the bed, looked at the scene on the bed, and said quietly without any emotion on his face:
"Command Center, Decapitation Operation completed.
Through Spartan Number Seven's speculation, a possible abnormality was discovered and successfully contained."