America: Starting with Daily Intelligence Chapter 843 - Capítulo 843: 364: Missile Incoming (Part 2)

Capítulo 843: Chapter 364: Missile Incoming (Part 2)

The technicians imdiately followed the instructions, zooming in and comparing the images of the two pairs of shoes: one was thick-soled high-heeled military boots, the other, flat military boots.

Allen Zhang said aningfully, “Did Assad specially change his shoes after entering?”

“Boss, are you saying there’s a problem here? That he’s not Assad?” Boketu exclaid.

None of them had noticed anything amiss before, but now, problems seed to be everywhere. Even noticing such details could only be expected of the General Sect Leader, whose powers of observation were ticulous!

“Otherwise, why would he disguise himself to board an armored car? What’s this guy really up to? Is he having soone pretend to go to the Vault Area while he stays in the underground command post? Is he seeking refuge? But he should think that his vault is secure,”

Allen Zhang pondered back and forth, unable to fathom the opponent’s thoughts, but this wasn’t enough to alter the larger picture.

“Maybe he’s trying to ambush the command post to guard so data, or destroy encrypted files. In any case, his bizarre actions suggest that there’s sothing more important than the money in the vault, possibly incriminating videos related to South Arican officials.”

Allen Zhang thought for a mont and imdiately notified Captain Spike to inform the Hacker Brainstorm Team.

After receiving the news, the Acr organization repeatedly compared the videos and indeed found anomalies, suspecting Assad might not have left the command room. They promptly inford the Gunman Team to exercise caution.

The Coastal Combat Ship dispatched a Black Hawk helicopter and a speedboat for manpower and firepower support.

But even though the Gunman Team had received the notification, they still stumbled into an ambush and paid a heavy price for their carelessness!

A group of people hurriedly charged towards the underground command post, found the elevator, and headed for the basent. Suddenly, they were mowed down by Haitian black soldiers lying in wait inside, wielding machine guns.

Through the footage, you could see amid the hail of bullets and cries of agony that the Haitian black soldiers’ machine guns shredded the intruding gunn, sending them to et their maker. Assad’s figure was faintly visible inside.

“I knew these sons of bitches weren’t just after my vault!”

Old fox Assad, face twisted, had a crippled gunman dragged before him, removing the cara from his chest.

He cursed at the cara, shouting hysterically, “You damned bastards! Whoever you are, I will make you pay a painful price!!”

“Kill him for !!” Assad tossed the cara to the ground, stomping it to pieces.

The nearby Haitian black soldiers imdiately dragged the gunman to a corner. Amid the scared screams and pleas for rcy, they swung a sledgehamr, pressing the person’s head against the wall, and swung hard down. A cracking sound, then silence.

“…” Faced with Assad’s sudden counterattack, the Gunman Team suffered heavy casualties, effectively wiped out, leaving the Hacker Brainstorm Team chilled to the core, no longer daring to be complacent.

Assad then ordered the removal of all the Gunman Team’s weapons and equipnt, collecting every cara and walkie-talkie, destroying them all.

“You want the information? Sorry, I’ve destroyed it all! I don’t know who sent you after , but I’m telling you! You’ve picked the wrong person to ss with!! You’re really sothing, causing major losses! But as long as I’m around, so is Solo Island, and it’s not over yet!”

Assad said viciously, then waved his hand regretfully.

The nearby technicians imdiately started destroying programs, deleting a large number of incriminating videos related to Solo Island and South Arican officials. With each piece of data deleted, Assad felt as if his heart was bleeding, as these were crucial to his network of influence.

Fortunately, he had a small backup at Haiti’s military base. As long as he dealt with the current troubles, he could still stand firm!

“This guy is really ruthless,” remarked soone from the Hacker Brainstorm Team, shocked by the opponent’s asures.

“The operation is half a failure now. Our target wasn’t just the vault. The promised data for the dia may no longer be of that significance. Assad destroyed all the information,” soone said.

“Unless he didn’t directly destroy the hard drives, we could still recover the data with technical thods if we went now. Even if the hard drives are destroyed, we can repair them and then technically recover the data!”

“Mr. Jin, we’re requesting to use Navy missiles to launch an attack!!”

The Hacker Brainstorm Team thought of their trump card, imdiately frantically tagging the General Sect Leader and sending a ssage to Captain Spike of the Coastal Combat Ship.

Spike also applied to the General Sect Leader to launch Navy missiles for a long-range airstrike.

After consideration, Allen Zhang, looking at the screen filled with the assembled Haitian black soldiers and frontline, approved and nodded, “Permission to launch missiles!”

“Understood!” Captain Spike, energized by the ssage, imdiately issued a mobilization notice to the soldiers on the Coastal Combat Ship, “All personnel prepare, activate fire-control radar, target strike point 182 kiloters away, southeast of Solo Island, coordinates XXX, prepare ignition…”

The Navy on the Coastal Combat Ship began their deploynt, activating the fire-control radar, locking onto the target location and figures. The ship’s vertical launch module activated, opening its cover and ejecting the Navy missile warheads.

“Fire-control radar ready.”

“Launch unit ready.”

“Pre-launch operation ready, target southeast of Solo Island, coordinates XXX, requesting launch!” The soldiers swiftly completed all preparations.

“Launch!!” Captain Spike ordered, and the Navy soldier responsible for missile launches pressed the fire-control radar launch button.

The launch module of the Coastal Combat Ship spewed flas, and two missiles soared out with a whoosh!!

Ascending quickly, they turned into phantom streaks, racing towards the direction of Solo Island!

The Standard Missile-6 series, with a maximum range of 240 kiloters, a maximum altitude of 33 kiloters, and a maximum speed of Mach 3.5.

At that mont, the two missiles were traveling at 3.5 tis the speed of sound!

Beep beep beep beep beep!!!

Haitian black soldiers on Solo Island, sitting in armored and bulletproof vehicles, with ard helicopters circling overhead, were gathered at the island’s dumpsite, hundreds of people at the ready. The Haitian Colonel, reporting to General Assad with a serious face, suddenly saw the vehicle’s on-board radar detecting unidentified flying objects, blaring out urgent alarms.

“What’s going on…” The Colonel, bewildered, turned to consult the nearby technicians, only to see them utterly shocked.

Breaking out into a cold sweat, the other exclaid in terror, “Colonel! The onboard radar has detected two Navy missiles heading our way at Mach 3.5 directly towards our current position! We’re dood!!!”

“What? Missiles? Where did they co from? How could they have missiles!?”

The Colonel was dumbstruck, quickly notifying General Assad in panic, “General, it’s bad! The enemy has launched missiles!!”

“What!? What missiles?” Assad was equally perplexed.

At this mont, the command room’s anti-aircraft radar also began blaring frantically, detecting the incoming missiles. The technicians were aghast, “General! The enemy really has missiles!!”

“What’s the target?” Assad hurriedly inquired, unable to care about anything else.

“General, the target is the Haitian forces at the vault!” The technicians said, trembling.

Finish!!

Assad’s vision turned black.

Whoosh!! Boom!!!!

On the other side, the Colonel watched in horror as the two missiles plumted from the sky, incapacitated to say anything. Mach 3.5, the speed was too quick!!

In an instant, flas shot skyward, dust erupted, explosions and flas echoed in chorus, enveloping a part of Sickle Island, with armored and bulletproof vehicles, and hundreds of soldiers, instantly dissolving into the blast, the vehicle parts being torn to pieces.

The ard helicopters frantically pulled up, but also felt the blast wave’s impact, the rotor catching fire, teetering unsteadily. The pilot scread chaotically, the helicopter spinning out of control, tracing a graceful arc mid-air.

Bang!!!