With a recollection of his sacred mory, Chuck reached for his custom-made 15 inches titanium-edged, thick carbon-steel sonic knife, weighing over 9 lbs. The whole piece was made as a special order in Rushia. Chuck always had his knife holstered at the back of the lapels inside his suit.
Every ti he grabbed onto his blade, it reminds him of the reality and the necessity of violence.
The inbuilt motor starts to buzz a faint hum as if it is buzzing with excitent, letting Chuck know its thirst for blood...
Chuck started to breathe in a paced manner, slowly increasing his heart rate. It reached 100 bpm, and to 200, then it reached 300 and finally broke 400 bpm...
When his heart rate hit 400 bpm, it was as if a static current was constantly passing through his whole body. If an MRI was scanning Chuck, it would be buzzing all the trigger alarms detecting the abnormal activity in his brain...
...Chuck's brain activity doubled...
...tripled...
...quadrupled...
...and kept increasing tis more...
[Sigh]
"...it begins again..."
"...activate foresight..."
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Every Special Op team is equipped with operatives of different elents. There are, Assaulters, specializing in mid-range and live close-combat; Bombers, experts in traps and structural destruction; Snipers, long-range killers; and lastly, the less noticed, but tactically important Scouts.
Scouts are the calst and the most intuitive unit in a Special Ops team. Zhang Jie was always a prudent person, who highly suited for a career as a Scout. His training made him more cautious and more vigilant, he was the only one who took the mission against the Tzar serious enough.
The three sudden death's made him realize that they stand no chance against the humanoid beast. He understood that a Tzar is a threat that they are unqualified to handle. When the bomber expert was thrown on the center, Zhang Jie's reaction was not to go and help but to shut his ear and run back. His tily thinking let him not be affected by the blast and assess the situation sooner than anyone.
'Low visibility. Our guns are useless if we cannot get a visual, the Tzar's heightened physical prowess has the full advantage over the situation. We need to get back the visual on him to mount any form of counter-attack, and as long as we are in this dust cloud, the snipers are also useless. We need to get out of the dust cloud,' Zhang Jie expertly analyzed the situation in a few seconds and formulated a plan.
[Click] He dialed in the team's radio channel in his transmitter...
"...platoon 3654, this is Operative Eagle, we have lost visual on the target and are surrounded by the debris cloud. It is high-risk to stay in the dust clouds, make you way out..."
"...I repeat, prioritize exiting the dust cloud..."
"...don't look for team mbers..."
"..despite your exit location, gather at the location of a sniper..."
"...report Sniper unit..."
"...Sniper unit reporting..."
"...one of you should cover the exit of other operatives, the other should closely monitor the dust cloud and report when you get any visuals on the target..."
[Click] The connection was cut at Zhang Jie's end. However, he wasn't the one who ended the radio...
"Thank you for letting know that there are 2 snipers," said a lightly amused male voice, a voice that Scout Zhang Jie was very familiar with...
...it was the voice of the man that ended two of his superiors in re seconds...
[Buzz] A vibrating noise filled the vicinity. The sight of Scout Zhang Jie was occupied by the foot-long serrated blade that was weirdly vibrating like a motorized sanding machine 1 . The difference is that this weird tool has a sharp edge...
The stress-trained mind of Zhang Jie, let him have so semblance of coherent thoughts when he faced Chuck...
'...he is using a blade to cut my head diagonally in half...
'...even if the ballistic helt is totaled, the frontal bone of my skull should let survive this blow...'
'...I need to use the impact of the blow to rush back and release a grenade at him, I doubt guns would do much against him...'
Forming a plan of action, [Clack] Scout Jie pulled off the pin of his grenade, ready to throw it at the mont of impact...
'...anyti now...'
However, the expected bang did not co, Zhang Jie only heard a slight hum... then...
[SPULCH]
..the Scout's vision halved and he saw the back of a man...
...it was a familiar back in an operative uniform...
...the last sight of Scout Zhang Jie was seeing the body explode with a grenade in hand... and the half of his head and torso that was cleanly cut off... died due to blood loss...
Though it may seem like a long ti, everything happened in re seconds.
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The other operatives called in the internal radio...
"...operatives respond, what was that explosion..."
"...I have no visuals on the blast..."
"... neither..."
"...operative Eagle, should we still follow your plan to leave the dust cloud or check the blast..."
"..."
"...operative eagle, please respond..."
"...operative eagle..."
"..."
Sander: A hand-held sander that uses a small vibrating head with a triangular piece of sandpaper attached.
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