Chapter 74 02.0074: "Imperial Terror"

"The property was lost, and all the more than 30 people we sent out are missing? And we don't even know who the other party is?"

A scarred man with a horrifying scar on his face slammed the table and roared.

"No one lived to see what they looked like."

A small leader trembled and said, "Could it be that the labor gang has come back to attack us?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

In a rage, the scarred man pushed everything on the table to the ground.

"The leader of the labor gang has already been taken to the Ministry of Justice. That's more dead than being put in a coffin! Their power has long been gone, so how can they have the courage to take the initiative to attack!"

"Then what shall we do..."

"Some gang must be targeting us. Go and negotiate with them."

The small leader immediately understood, he knew that the "negotiation" the boss was talking about was to trick people into coming and kill them.

"As an added layer of insurance, those hive marshals have received a lot of benefits from us. Even if we fail in negotiations with these guys, I think they will be happy to stab us in the back and help us attack from both sides."
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"The boss of the Spider Gang wants to negotiate. They don't know who we are yet. The location is in a factory on the edge of Zone Zero." Horatio said, pointing to the map.

"This is a typical trap." Louise frowned.

"As long as we can take this opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop, we can hand over their industry to the labor gang, ready-made." Horatio sneered.

People from Group 13 gathered together to analyze the photos on the table.

It was a tall abandoned factory. The equipment inside had long been shut down and rusted, and it became a nest for the Poison Spider Gang to hide their spoils.

"We can strike vertically from above, kill the sniper, and seize the commanding heights." Valina said with her arms around her chest.

"As long as we don't get exposed, occupying the commanding heights will allow us to ambush them."

“Make them pay.”

Horatio raised the Cadia trench knife in his hand indifferently and stabbed it into the layout structure diagram.

The vertical space of Vegas area and giant port area is very spacious. From the upper crust to the underground crust, there is a height of 3500 meters. The buildings form a steel Tower of Babel (Tower of Babel).

But there is still enough room for aircraft to fly. Especially the agile small military aircraft like Valhalla, which is the "Black Hawk" and "Viper" helicopter of this world, used for rapid transportation of troops.

A void blue Valkyrie fighter was hovering 500 meters in the air above the target factory. The excellent Imperial Navy pilots precisely controlled the throttle to minimize noise and used the advanced optical reconnaissance equipment under the nose of the aircraft to mark all enemies that posed a threat of force for the action team.

Two extremely long rappelling ropes were dropped from the cabin, and no gravity parachute was used because the sound of the engine might reveal the vertical strike action.

The fully armed Hell Soldier jumped down from the zipline, the locking ring hooked on the zipline, and the sparks from the high-speed friction jumped on the carapace.

Horatio has his own means, so he is not afraid of being seen with the participation of the Loyalist Youth Army in this operation.

None of the witnesses will survive this day.

When landing in the last 50 meters, the carapace guards gripped the zipline. After efficient communication and coordination and countless training, the pioneers perfectly controlled the front and rear distance.

Louise led the way. She was the first to step onto the roof of the warehouse. The tactical analyzer quickly calculated a safe route for her that would not collapse. The silencer boots made her movements extremely quiet.

Through the gaps in the old and cracked ceiling, she could see the members of the Venomous Spider Gang sitting below and the sniper on the maintenance platform.

[+Mark Target+]

Team 13 was divided into four groups, which carried out vertical attacks from all four sides, seizing the high points of the maintenance platform without any blind spots.

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Horatio was driving from a distance in an ordinary truck, which was a common freight type in the port area and could hide his identity very well.

He was wearing a low-key windbreaker, his baseball cap pulled down to cover his face, and bulletproof soft armor under his shirt, making it impossible to see through him and guess his true identity.

The vehicle slowly stopped outside the old factory, with Deacon Jonathan and several loyal officers of the labor gang guarding Horatio.

The Spider Gang member guarding the door held out his hand to Horatio, motioning him to hand over his weapon.

"Get lost." Horatio glared at the person who was trying to stop him.
"Now you are begging me for mercy, don't make a mistake about your identities."

"Boss, what should we do?" asked the little leader.

The leader of the Spider Gang gnashed his teeth, the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, but he still waved his hand, resisting the rage of peeling the skin off, and said to Horatio who was coming at him aggressively:
"Welcome, welcome." The Spider Gang member guarding the gate had no choice but to let Horatio pass.

Horatio lowered his cap even lower and walked with a steady pace, the hem of his windbreaker fluttering with each step.

He quickly scanned the surroundings, used the cerebrospinal cord to compile codes, and sent messages to update the team members' auspicious instruments and lock on to targets.

Squad 13 doesn't have enough men to kill so many in a single volley, so Horatio plans to leave some of them to deal with himself.

"Enough of small talk, what can you give me?"

Horatio didn't bother to waste time talking to him, and his first words pierced the Spider Gang leader's heart.

"We need to discuss this." He wanted to buy time.

But he didn't know that he was actually buying time for the 13th Hell Vanguard Group arranged by Horatio.

Horatio looked up at the inspection platform upstairs.

A rope was lowered from the gap in the roof of the shed in front. Sergeant Valina slid down quickly, stabbed one of the men in the forehead with a knife, and strangled another one with her arm strength. She then drew her knife and stabbed to death a gang member who had just turned back after peeing.

On the opposite side of her, Louise fell from the sky, and her hard and cold leg armor broke one man's neck on the spot. She quickly threw a knife and pierced the back of another man's head. She then crawled on the iron pedal and aimed the Hell Gun at the enemy she was responsible for killing.

Soon, the holographic projection to confuse the enemy was set up, and looking from below, it seemed that the people standing on it were still members of the Poison Spider Gang.

"I'll give you 10 seconds to give me the results," Horatio ordered coldly.

He naturally held his hand vertically with his fingers slightly open, and his iron hand was only a few centimeters away from the holster on his waist.

This is a dangerous sign; an excellent gunman could kill someone in just a moment.

The small leader quickly glanced at the big boss next to him, and the big boss nodded in understanding.

"The result we just discussed is..."

The scarred man suddenly showed a hideous smile.

"We want to kill you." He raised his gun.

But what made him feel strange was that the young man standing in front of him not only did not dodge, but even sneered.

Time seemed to slow down.

The hot lasers shot from all directions intertwined into dense fire webs. Many members of the Poison Spider Gang were burned by the huge energy Hell Gun lasers before they could even draw their guns, and their skin and flesh melted and their facial features collapsed.

It was also at this moment that Horatio pulled out the huge Gothic MK3 naval revolver from his waist with amazing speed and reaction ability, tilted the gun, and swept it from right to left. The three fingers of his left hand slapped the hammer at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Bang bang bang!
In 0.28 seconds, Horatio fired three shots. The bottom of the 11.6mm naval bomb spewed out spiral flames and flew out, smashing the small leader and personal guard beside the boss of the Poison Spider Gang on the spot, and blew his gun and his arm into countless pieces.

After rigorous special training, Horatio, with the specialized reflexes afforded by the surgery, has mastered the ancient Terra American traditional martial arts to great perfection, and now he can even perform three bursts of attacks instantly.

The members of the Venomous Spider Gang outside the door were shot to death with folding knives and pistols by Jonathan Deacon and the killer who had been following Horatio.

"Ah!" The leader sat down on the ground, covering his arm where blood was gushing out, and wailing in pain.

"You...who are you!"

The young man approached him, and at a closer distance, he saw the bright red rose knot dangling from the inside of the young man's coat, and the strongest mortal warrior with red eyes slowly walking towards him, with his helmet painted like a skull.

Horatio needed no answer to his question, for two circumstances had already given the best reply.

The air around him seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and the terrible feeling of suffocation made the leader speechless.

He never dreamed that he would get involved with such a person.

It seemed as if what was coming was not a few people, but a heavy black cloud, the terrifying invisible Leviathan created by the highest public power of the empire.

It turns out that when the most extreme terror falls from the sky, people cannot feel the wetness and heat on their pants.

This is imperial terror.

　Preview of jumping off the plague ship tomorrow! ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)