Special Forces vs. Martial Artists: Battle at the Manor

Outside the manor, somewhere in the shadows.

Chris and a group of Navy SEALs are lying in wait.

Because of the numerous security cameras and militia guards at the entrance to the manor, Chris did not bring his men closer.

Next to Chris, a special forces soldier was holding a device that was connected to a miniature drone.

An image is appearing on the instrument.

"Captain, there are hundreds of militiamen patrolling the outer perimeter of the manor. The situation inside is still unclear because our drones can't get close; there are signal jamming devices there."

The soldier in charge of reconnaissance reported.

Chris looked at the monitoring screen and smiled slightly:

"Interesting. I didn't expect this manor to even have signal jamming devices. It seems they seized Cherry Blossom Country."

The equipment capable of interfering with their drones is not something that ordinary equipment can do.

Therefore, Chris guessed that Jack must have obtained the jammer from the 14th Brigade of the Cherry Blossom Country.

"Captain, shall we move out?" the soldier asked.

Chris nodded:

"Leave a hundred men here to provide backup. The rest of you come in with me. Don't use your guns unless absolutely necessary!"

If fire breaks out on this manor, it will definitely attract militia from the surrounding military bases.

Chris knew this perfectly well; his goal this time was to find Professor Harvey and, at the same time, secretly arrest Jack.

Chris didn't underestimate Jack, as John thought.

Since the other side can keep causing the CIA to suffer losses, they must have some skills. It's not a wise move to confront them head-on.

With Chris giving the order, the Navy SEALs began their advance toward the estate.

Each of them was incredibly agile, moving with almost no sound.

The manor's high walls, several meters high, were of little use to them; the soldiers, well-trained, formed human ladders and began to scale the walls.

They also briefly jammed the security cameras around the estate using their equipment.

After everyone entered the manor, they immediately scattered and hid, each person hiding in a different spot.

Not far from the group, a group of militiamen were patrolling.

Not only were there militiamen patrolling, but there were also militiamen standing guard around.

Through his night vision goggles, Chris could clearly see the situation.

This is only the outer perimeter of the manor, and the defenses are already so tight; the defenses deeper inside the manor must be even more robust.

This also confirmed to him that Professor Harvey and the others were very likely located in the deepest part of the manor.

"Action!" Chris waved his hand.

He had already planned a route to the heart of the manor; all he needed to do was deal with the militia along the way.

The members of the poster assault team immediately moved quickly.

The soldiers moved silently to the side of the militiamen on guard duty.

The militiamen on guard duty didn't notice anyone approaching them at all.

Just then, a militiaman on guard duty had his neck pierced by a dagger.

The daggers were inserted into their throats, and these militiamen died without making a sound.

The dead militiamen were dragged to the nearby grass by the soldiers of the Poster Commando.

After dealing with the militia on guard duty, Chris led his men on their way.

Soon, they arrived at the garden area of the manor, where many trees were planted.

The villa at the very back can be reached simply by walking through the garden.

Chris said casually, "Really boring."

Chris found dealing with these militiamen quite easy.

The militia here are vastly different from the opponents they've faced before.

The Navy SEALs' opponents are either the world's top intelligence agents or regular armies.

Dealing with these local militias in the Golden Triangle was naturally not a problem.

Every Navy SEAL undergoes training in lethal techniques as part of their daily routine.

A true killing technique involves finding a person's weak point and striking them deadly in one blow; it's far superior to fancy but ineffective moves.

Even when surrounded by five normal adult men, a single soldier from the Poster Commando Team can quickly resolve the battle.

Just then, the soldier in charge of reconnaissance ran over and whispered:

"Captain, more than thirty people have been found in the garden!"

Chris immediately waved his hand. "Let's go!"

After saying that, he led his men to the vicinity of the open space in the manor.

Upon arriving, Chris saw about thirty people in the open space, and his brows immediately furrowed.

There are thirty-two people here, and all thirty-two of them are sitting cross-legged on the open ground of the manor with their eyes closed.

This struck Chris as odd, as it was the middle of the night.

Sitting cross-legged on the open ground of the manor late at night, it all seemed rather abnormal.

"Captain, shall we make our move?"

Although there were thirty people on the other side, killing them was naturally not a problem for them.

Chris looked at the thirty-odd people in the open space, then gave the order:

"Surround them and end the battle as quickly as possible!"

Soon, Chris led his men toward the thirty-two people in the open space.

Under the cover of night, Chris and his men moved very discreetly.

But at that moment, the black bear and the wolf sitting cross-legged at the front opened their eyes simultaneously.

They are now fourth- Postnatal Acquired Realm martial artists.

Martial artists who have reached this level possess hearing and vision far exceeding those of ordinary people; they have already detected someone approaching.

Almost at the same time, a figure rushed to the black bear's side.

This is a Navy SEAL soldier holding a dagger, which he instantly plunges into the black bear's neck.

Not only the black bear, but also a Navy SEAL appeared next to the wolf.

The black bear's eyes immediately turned cold, just as the dagger was about to pierce its neck.

The Navy SEAL's hand was grabbed by the black bear.

The soldier was startled when he saw the black bear grabbing his hand.

He tried to pull his hand away, but he found that it was as if his hand was being clamped by iron clamps, and he couldn't move it at all.

Just then, the black bear suddenly twisted its wrist and exerted force.

There was a loud crack!

The Navy SEAL's hand holding the dagger was broken off.

The dagger then plunged into the special forces soldier's head in an instant.

At the same time, sounds of fighting immediately came from all around.

The other martial artists in the manor had already reacted. Although they had only been practicing martial arts for a short time, they were already far superior to ordinary people.

The SEALs' raid was unsuccessful.

On the contrary, several Navy SEALs were killed on the spot.

"A bunch of scum!"

The black bear's voice rang out, and he kicked the nearest Navy SEAL.

This kick was extremely fast and powerful.

Before the soldier could react, he was kicked, and several of his ribs broke instantly.

Not far away, Chris looked at the black bear with shock in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that this big man in front of him would have such skill and strength, crippling the man with a single kick.

Before Chris could even react in surprise, he suddenly saw a figure rushing towards him. It was none other than Wild Wolf.

Chris didn't panic; he immediately raised his right elbow and rammed it into the figure.

A loud crash followed, and Chris was knocked backward.

A sharp pain shot through him; he realized his right hand was dislocated.

Chris stared at the wolves in the distance, his face filled with disbelief.

"Your strength!"

Who is Chris? He's an outstanding member of the Navy SEALs, and he's won numerous military competitions.

But the wolf in front of him was so powerful that it dislocated his arm with a single impact.

This is no human being; even a bull wouldn't have that much force if it charged at you.

Chris rolled on the ground to create distance, then glanced around the field.

The Navy SEALs were almost completely suppressed, and his men were dying one after another.

The opposing team only had thirty-two people, yet they were able to overpower their hundred-strong force. Chris even doubted whether he was seeing things.

Chris decisively shouted into the walkie-talkie:

"Everyone evacuate!"

After saying that, Chris immediately pulled off the smoke grenade on his body and threw it into the field. At the same time, he took off his mask to block the smoke in the field.

Chris knew they had underestimated these thirty-two men.

These people are all a bit abnormal; their strength is too abnormal.

All they can do now is retreat; if they don't quickly eliminate these thirty-two men, they've already been exposed.

Staying here would most likely result in being surrounded by Jack's militia.

Upon hearing Chris's order, the other Navy SEALs threw out their smoke grenades.

Soon, the open space of the manor was filled with white smoke.

Inhaling the smoke produced by a smoke bomb will immediately cause respiratory pain.

Some of the warriors in the manor covered their mouths and noses.

Only the black bear and the wolf, both at the fourth level of acquired Postnatal, were unaffected.

The Navy SEALs were completely unaffected, as they were all wearing masks and had night vision goggles; the group quickly ran away into the distance.

Chris was the fastest; he didn't even care about the pain in his arm.

As a Navy SEAL.

He knew very well that the first thing to do if the mission failed was to evacuate.

However, just as Chris was about to run out of the smoke-covered area, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Where do you think you're going!

The person gripping his shoulder was none other than Black Bear.

Chris's expression changed instantly.

He wanted to turn around and fight back, but before he could even make a move, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

Immediately afterwards, he was kicked to the ground.

He tried to get up, but a foot was already on his back.

Chris tried to draw the pistol from his waist, but Black Bear didn't give him the chance.

The black bear stomped on Chris's other arm.

This kick was delivered with the full force of a Black Bear at the fourth level of the Postnatal, and it broke Chris's arm.

Screams echoed through the arena.

The black bear looked at the warriors fighting in the arena and said:

"Kill them all, leave no one alive! Notify the military base to seal off the entire manor!"

Soon, alarms sounded throughout the manor, and a large number of militiamen began to assemble.

Upon seeing this, Chris, who was screaming in pain, turned pale instantly.

He knew they were finished.

Jack's men have already spotted them, and now it's almost impossible for them to leave.

He looked at the black bear that was stepping on him, and asked in a trembling voice:

"You... you are all superpowered?"

At that moment, he completely believed in the existence of superpowered individuals.

The burly man in front of him defeated him in just a few moves, and he was incredibly strong.

He was a special forces soldier, and only a superhuman could defeat him so quickly; no ordinary human would possess such terrifying power.

None of the thirty-two people in this scene seem to be normal.

The black bear glanced at Chris on the ground and said disdainfully:

"I am a martial artist!"