Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman-Chapter 691 - 375: Rivers of Blood (Part 1)

Underground City Civilian District.

Twelve hours after Dorkan was taken out.

The special operations squad codenamed Thunderbolt fully armed themselves and entered the incident area.

And immediately plunged into search and combat mode.

All members of this squad were elite veterans meticulously selected by the Karlo Federation military.

They’d all received at least twenty years of professional training, and most had their own custom-made weapons and equipment.

In the past, they had established distinguished Merit for the Karlo Federation and many a noble.

Thus, when the elites of the Underground City learned that the Thunderbolt Team had been deployed, although they were unclear why Kalosis had the clout to warrant such a massive response,

they knew that the deployment of the Thunderbolt Team meant the Karlo Federation was making a serious move.

Following that, whatever the issue might be, it seemed it would be pacified from there on.

The Underground City would once again return to the peaceful years they were familiar with.

The captain of the Thunderbolt Team, named Reins,

was a healthy and vigorous white-haired handsome man of a hundred and twenty years, who could maintain his vitality for another forty.

Reins, with his twenty-plus veteran subordinates, brought heavy weapons capable of striking armored units upon the suggestion of an old friend.

After entering the Underground City Civilian District,

he immediately felt that they would spend a considerable amount of time seeking out the other party. freēwēbnovel.com

But as it goes, snakes have their paths, and rats have their holes.

Following the expression of concern by several nobles,

the more energetic teams of the Underground City also promptly stepped forward, offering solutions.

Once these local tyrants took action,

twenty hours after Dorkan was taken out,

they found someone behaving anomalously among their ranks.

Thanks to the habitual practice among Underground City’s dynamic groups of seeding each other’s operations with spies, they found out there was a mysterious person continuously instructing their underlings to buy food.

Though no one had seen the person’s true face from beginning to end,

considering the inability to contact those mid and high-ranking members who entered the room,

and piecing together various details,

they found a suspect hiding spot for the target much earlier than many had speculated.

Regarding the Kalosis-related leads, the responsible teams all adopted a ’better to err in executing than to let go’ mentality.

This was reiterated to them several times before departure.

Any team leader who still harbored further ambitions certainly didn’t forget this point.

Therefore, after receiving the news, Reins, wrapped in black soft armor from head to toe, quietly approached the stronghold with his subordinates on the civilian district’s transport vehicles.

An old six-story apartment building.

According to the information, the Fifth Layer and Sixth Layer of this apartment were the gang’s stronghold, with many rooms interconnected.

These rooms had always been used as a warehouse and temporary lodging.

Now, besides the target, the Fifth and Sixth Layer of the apartment housed only the gang’s mid and high-ranking members who were never to return.

And the lower floors of the apartment still housed Bodhi’s civilians.

A team member asked if they should send texts or other methods to alert those civilians to evacuate.

This was a common tactic they used when deploying on missions in the Ground District,

leveraging the convenience of personal terminals to minimize casualties among the innocent during conflicts, which was also one of their operating principles.

However, at this point in time, Reins emphatically rejected the suggestion.

"This mission is special, the higher-ups want infallibility!"

"Follow the plan, regardless of whether the target is correct or not, first use anesthetic bullets to gain control," he added after a pause,

"If the situation turns dire, don’t hold back, use high-power ammunition."

"Understood!"

The members of the Thunderbolt Team nodded in unison.

The team members holding the multi-barreled machine guns massive enough for a single man grasped the custom-modified weapons in their hands even tighter.

...

Minutes later.

The Thunderbolt Team had every space around the apartment building within their observational field.

Reins personally led two shield-bearers, two anesthetic gunners, and four live ammunition gunners,

and at the same time, broke through the main door and windows, entering the target room which was the only one showing signs of life under the life detectors.

Bang bang bang!

The Thunderbolt Team immediately fired anesthetic rounds.

It was only after the gunshots that Reins entering the room caught a clear view of the interior.

It was stripped of furnishings, leaving only a table littered with food waste and a tall man in a trench coat, sitting cross-legged on the floor, burying his head in the food on the table, half of his upper body exposed.

Even the sound of gunfire didn’t interrupt the trench coat man from stuffing a large piece of compressed biscuit into his mouth.

After a few crunchy bites, he swallowed it down.

The anesthetic rounds?

A flicker of confusion crossed Reins’ mind, which was soon followed by an order through the communication device in his helmet:

"Something’s wrong! Don’t hold back, open fire and break the target’s limbs first!"

The four shooters quickly raised their block-shaped automatic rifles,

but as they were about to fire,

their vision blurred!

The next instant,

Reins, including every member of the Thunderbolt Team who had entered the room, slumped to the ground en masse.

It turned out that Su Ping had already caught the anesthetic bullets with his hands and returned them to their original owners.

It had to be said that the Karlo Federation’s official anesthetic was indeed effective.

Su Ping noticed Reins, the only one struggling to maintain conscious awareness, and stood up to grab his helmet.

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