"Command Center received.
Spartan squad, please be advised, an A-10 will soon bomb the target manor to erase all traces.
Please follow the rendezvous USS and evacuate the city covertly."
"Spartan received."
"Number Seven."
After John cut off communication with the Base, Karl approached, glanced at the women on the bed, and asked in a cold tone:
"What about them? Designate them as D-Class Personnel?"
"No."
John first ordered Myron: "Number Three, tie that thing up and gag it."
"Yes, sir."
Only then did he respond to Karl indifferently: "That thing likely uses language to control humans. Until we're sure if it's permanent or temporary, they are dangerous.
So...
We're leaving."
After John finished speaking, he was the first to leave the house, with Myron following behind carrying the white man with one hand.
Karl looked back at the room before leaving, paused for half a second, and then turned to follow his teammates.
John and the other two ran to the courtyard in front of the Villa's main entrance.
The eleven Spartans from the other four teams had already cleared the manor of enemies and gathered here.
Immediately after, all the Spartans charged toward the outside of the manor.
*Creak!*
*Sizzle—~*
Just as the manor gates were pushed open by two Spartans, several USS members deactivated their Optical Camouflage and appeared, with Kent among them.
The Major slung his rifle in front of him, pulled down his mask to reveal his face, walked to the front of the Spartans, and praised them in a low voice:
"Spartans, congratulations on passing your rite of passage."
The Spartans puffed out their chests; despite their cold facial expressions, they couldn't hide their pride.
"Alright, give them the gear, Sergeant."
Kent waved his hand, put his mask back on, and vanished into the night once more.
"Yes, sir." A USS member placed a black equipment case on the ground.
When opened, it contained enough Optical Camouflage cloaks for all the Spartans to wear.
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.
The scene shifted to the perspective of a drone, as well as the communication between the A-10 pilot and the Command Center;
The drone circled the manor at high altitude, confirming that fifty-four flashing dots had begun to move and had evacuated to a safe distance.
.
Pilot: (Deep voice through an oxygen mask) Command Center, this is Porcupine 1, approaching target location, over.
Command Center: Received.
Pilot: Target in sight, requesting permission to fire.
Command Center: Cleared to fire.
Pilot: Received, two AGM-65s away.
.
Shortly after the pilot finished speaking, the drone's screen became bright.
"Boom—Boom!" Then came two violent explosions.
The image became clear again.
Where the luxury manor once stood in the city center, two small mushroom clouds were now slowly rising.
"Wail—!" A piercing air-raid siren followed.
The A-10's airstrike was like kicking a hornet's nest.
After the drone switched to thermal imaging, a large number of enemy personnel began to pour out of Dadaab city, scurrying around like headless flies.
.
Pilot: Porcupine 1 mission complete, preparing to continue air-to-ground suppression.
Command Center: Received.
.
A few seconds later;
"Rat-tat-tat!"
The GAU-8 seven-barrel Gatling cannon's rounds rained down on the crowded streets, sounding like a string of oversized firecrackers going off.
Under the thermal imaging, the sight of human bodies being blown into fragments by the large-caliber cannon was crystal clear.
The airstrike from just a single A-10 left the leaderless militia in a daze, terrified and scrambling to hide in alleyways and buildings.
However, as the drone climbed again to return to Base, thousands of flashing dots appeared on the outskirts, continuously pouring into the city.
Without that anomaly causing trouble or Gerard Mahmoud's leadership...
It was only a matter of time before Dadaab was occupied by Umbrella's massive, modern forces.
In "Black Hawk Down," the U.S. Rangers and Delta Force suffered heavy blows because they faced various obstacles before their operation.
For instance, Washington did not agree to let AC-130 gunships provide support, nor did they agree to cooperate with UN armored units, and so on.
But Umbrella was not Washington.
The outcome was decided.
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...
Early morning.
Inside a large hangar at Kenya Base.
The Spartans, having shed their gear, still had dirt and bloodstains on their youthful faces, looking slightly exhausted.
They slumped on the ground, looking through the open hangar doors at the rising Sun.
"A dawn full of hope... we should cherish it, because tomorrow... we might not be here."
It was unknown which 'liberal arts student' let out that sigh.
It made the hearts of the transformed Spartans sink and made them realize how fragile life is.
But it also made them understand the responsibility they carried.
To contain all those anomalies completely!
"Mmph! Mmph!"
The anomaly, with its hands and feet bound and its mouth sealed with a sock and duct tape by Myron, was writhing in front of the Spartans.
However, escape was impossible.
Besides the resting Spartans, there were also the USS members led by Kent.
The USS were moving crates filled with various supplies onto the V-22 Ospreys parked outside the hangar.
At this time, William and Halsey, protected by Alpha, were slowly walking toward the hangar doors.
"Boss!"
The moment Kent saw William, he put down what he was holding and saluted him.
The Spartans and the other USS members did the same upon hearing and seeing this.
"Heh." William gave a very gentle, practiced smile and said to everyone:
"At ease, everyone. You've worked hard."
"Yes, Boss." The USS members, having been given the signal, continued moving the supplies.
However, the young Spartans did not relax.
Instead, they looked at the approaching William with faces showing tension, excitement, or joy.
After all, while Halsey taught them, she also subtly influenced them, making William the person the Spartans respected the most.
As for William, although he didn't know the details, he could easily guess this was Halsey's doing through the loyalty levels monitored by the system.
But before giving the Spartans a dose of chicken soup for the soul, William first had to deal with this 'thing'—the anomaly.
Dickson Bauer.
Through the investigation by Andre, that old KGB agent, William soon obtained all the information on this fellow.
A Professor at the University of Washington in the United States, a linguistics expert, a philanderer, and slightly perverted.
May 20th of last year.
While Dickson Bauer's daughter and ex-wife were traveling in Africa, they were caught in a tribal conflict and died.
He then disappeared until the Spartans arrested him.
Based on the above data, it could be inferred that Dickson likely indirectly obtained a special linguistic talent when the system prompted the appearance of various containment objects.
He came to Africa alone to avenge his wife and daughter, and later, as his desires grew, he planned the attack on Umbrella's humanitarian aid convoy.
He made Dadaab appear lax to lure Umbrella into an active offensive, then used English to instantly seize control of a large-scale force for his own use.
If so, the plan was a bit naive.
Truly a pervert.
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