"Will... William..."
Seeing William's dazed expression, Halsey gathered her courage and whispered her boss's name, her eyes becoming hazy.
Suddenly, a similar scene played out again.
"Boss!"
A shout from one of the supervisors below interrupted the two directors' ongoing actions.
!
Halsey immediately pulled away from William, a blush creeping onto her fair cheeks. She looked at the central screen, panting slightly.
"Phew... Boss, you should listen to what the Lieutenant has to say..."
William also felt an unbearable heat. He unbuttoned his shirt collar and cracked his neck, calming his racing heart.
"Yeah, work comes first."
William then stood up, walked to the railing in front of the sofa, and looked at the large central screen to give an order.
"Lieutenant, once Porcupine 1 has finished its bombing run, have all units launch the attack!"
"Yes, Boss!"
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...Rewinding time to over ten minutes ago.
23:55
The western wall of the Gerard Mahmoud Estate.
John, Myron, and Karl were half-crouched at the entrance of an alley, waiting for the drone link.
Only a few seconds passed.
A bird's-eye view of the estate appeared in the top right corner of their holographic glasses.
Confirming that the patrolling militia behind the wall had moved off, John waved his hand forward and whispered an order over the comms.
"Team Seven will enter first to perform the decapitation. The remaining teams will clear the sentries and patrols. We will maintain radio silence.
Good Luck, everyone."
"Team One copies."
"Team Nine..."
Responses from other Spartan team Captains came through the comms one after another.
The three of them crouched low and ran to the base of the four-meter-high wall, looking up to observe.
There was barbed wire at the top; it was unclear if it was electrified.
But this was no obstacle for Spartans.
*Thud!*
*Thud thud!*
With a few faint sounds of jumping and landing, the three of them easily leaped over the wall and entered the interior.
The estate covered an area roughly the size of a football field. Inner walls, bushes, and fences were everywhere, making it like a small maze.
But through the drone's vision, all Spartans could obtain the best route into the Villa and the real-time positions of the patrolling militia.
Sometimes... the crushing weight of technology cannot be compensated for by numbers.
The three of them stayed close to the edge of the inner wall, following the route map on their holographic glasses as they walked quickly toward the Villa.
*Shhh...*
The Spartans had perfectly inherited the USS technique of minimizing the sound of their footsteps while moving.
The sound was as faint as a breeze, making it impossible for anyone to notice.
However.
When they were only one left turn away from the side door to the Villa's backyard, the glasses warned of a militia sentry ahead.
They immediately stopped in their tracks.
John, standing at the front, held his gun in his right hand and raised his left hand in a fist, signaling to prepare for the kill.
The three of them immediately shifted positions into an optimal firing formation.
Then... two "click-clack" sounds, like a stapler.
*Thump.* A body collapsed to the ground.
The three of them rushed around the corner.
Karl was the first to fire, hitting the militia's left chest; John followed up with a shot to the head, while Myron aimed his gun at the side door, staying alert.
After confirming no one had noticed anything unusual, the three continued moving forward.
They stood one by one against the wall to the right of the side door, preparing to breach.
*Click-clack.*
With their excellent hearing, they also heard the faint sounds of subsonic bullets and suppressed gunfire coming from within the estate.
It seemed the other Spartan teams had also entered the estate and begun clearing out the enemies.
In that case, the three of them no longer needed to hide.
Let's do it!
They entered the Villa.
*Stomp stomp!*
Tactical boots stomped loudly on the tiled floor. The three of them moved in a wedge formation, quickly crossing the first-floor living room and the kitchen bar.
"Nani huyo (Who is that)?!"
The elite militia on duty inside the Villa heard the loud commotion and came from the lobby to the hallway to investigate the kitchen.
Elites.
As the name suggested, these elites were worlds apart from the rabble outside.
Uniformed, equipped with tactical belts, and even wearing helmets and combat boots.
The elites had just reached the hallway when they happened to run straight into the rapidly advancing Spartans.
*Bam—!*
"Agh—!"
However... the elite at the front didn't even have time to raise his gun before he was sent flying by a shoulder tackle from Myron, who acted as a human tank.
The force of the elite flying through the air didn't diminish; he slammed into his companions, knocking them down like bowling pins.
*Bang bang bang!*
Without even looking at them properly, the Spartans switched their weapons to full auto and sprayed the group of elites.
*Click—!*
The three of them changed magazines in sequence, crossed the pile of bodies, and reached the spiral staircase in the lobby, heading toward Gerard Mahmoud's living quarters on the second floor.
As for whether the elites were all dead, John and the others didn't care.
After all, given the speed at which the other Spartans cleared enemies, the entire estate would be under control in an instant.
Following that.
*Bang bang!*
"Agh—!"
Extremely low gunshots and the short, sharp screams of the elite militia echoed continuously throughout the estate.
These sounds should have attracted nearby forces for reinforcement.
Unfortunately, the USS units protecting the Spartans in the shadows were also there.
Using their Optical Camouflage, they radiated outward from the estate, performing assassinations quickly and efficiently.
They ensured the little ones could complete their graduation exam in peace, undisturbed by trash.
———————
...*Bam——!*
The double-layered security door, made of solid wood and iron bars, was kicked down by Myron.
*Stomp—stomp—!*
Myron, John, and Karl rushed into the most luxurious room one by one.
On the large central bed lay several curvaceous women of various ethnicities.
They ignored the sudden arrival of the Spartans and continued to serve a slightly chubby white man lying on the bed.
As for the target John and the others were meant to decapitate... the obese, bloated, and very dark-skinned Gerard Mahmoud, wearing only shorts... was sitting on a wooden chair by the window, watching the performance on the bed with great interest.
"Hehe," he even chuckled foolishly.
*Bang! Bang!*
Seeing this, John didn't say a word and took Mahmoud out with two shots.
The white man, who had been looking pampered and extremely confident, immediately panicked when he saw the Spartans weren't following the usual script.
He couldn't act cool anymore; he had to speak quickly!
"I am Di—"
"Number Three, shut him up."
"Yes!"
Before the man could finish his suggestive words, Myron executed John's order.
*Whack!*
*Splat——!*
Myron stepped forward and struck the white man directly with his rifle butt.
The man couldn't withstand such a blow; he sprayed blood and fell unconscious instantly.
Even so, those beautiful women continued their actions.
John walked to the bedside, looking at the scene with an expressionless face as he said calmly:
"Command Center, decapitation mission complete.
Based on Spartan Seven's deduction, a possible Anomaly has been discovered and successfully contained."
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