The sound of the propeller whizzed in the air, and five transport helicopters arrived over the 7th Institute.
When he looked at the dense crowd below, Horvat, wearing a painted black combat uniform, had a numb scalp. When he was dispatched, he was ready to fight a big fight with the gun-carrying mob, but there was no trace of militants at the scene.
Apart from the wreckage all over the ground, he only saw the protesters who had already rushed into the institute and broadcast vehicles from major media around the world.
Sir?The mercenary sitting next to him handed him a questioning sight.
After hesitating for a moment, Horvat pressed the headset and ordered.
Decrease the height and prepare for rope drop.
Five helicopters hovered in front of the main entrance of the institute, and dozens of special forces landed on the ground through ropes.
The protesters had already rushed into the institute, ambulances and fire trucks surrounded the door, stretchers and cameras were shuttled through the venue, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Police who came from Munich to reinforcements are trying to control the situation and clear unrelated people and media from the institute, but their efforts are simply useless in the face of angry protesters and aggressive journalists.
Munich Sheriff Deluck leaned against the police car in a panic. This time he pulled a full hundred police force from Munich, but it was still a drop in the bucket when facing protesters who had already rushed into the institute.
It was obvious that the reporters had discovered something amazing in the institute. The numbered body bags lined up in the open space in front of the institute. The director of the institute, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was carried into an ambulance.
The protesters questioned who the police should arrest, and the police were asking the sheriff the same question. Deluck didn't know how to answer the question, so he had to report the question together with his confusion.
However, so far, his superiors have not given him any clear instructions, but have just repeated a sentence to control the situation.
With a fully armed mercenary, Horvat walked to Deluck and showed him the ID to enter the alert area... In fact, the ID doesn't matter anymore. Now the alert area is full of protesters and cannot even drive it away.
Where is Carol?Horvat asked in a low voice as he glanced at the protesting crowd.
Are you talking about the director of the research institute?Already carried into an ambulance.Deluck lifted his chin and pointed to the ambulance next to him. He looked a little miserable. You better be mentally prepared... When we snatched him from the protesters, we almost recognized him.
Horvat's brow twitched and walked towards the ambulance.
Looking at the mercenaries rushing into the crowd, the protesters beside him cast hostile sight.
Arrow Company?Where is our 9th Counter-Terrorism Team?When did Peterri outsource ‘counter-terrorism’ to military contractors?
Who knows, maybe they will outsource even the votes next time.
Ah, then I have to register a printing factory to prepare for bidding.
Ignoring the protesters, Horvat pushed away the protesters in front of him, walked to the ambulance, showed the medical staff the ID, carried Carol out of the ambulance surrounded, and scared away the protesters who were about to step forward with the sound of pulling the gun bolt, and retreated towards the helicopter under the cover of other mercenaries forming a wall of human beings.
Shet, this guy was beaten into a pig's head.Pushing the stretcher onto the transport helicopter, a mercenary whispered.
As long as people are right.Horvat glanced at him, ordered the medical staff to treat him the wound, and then turned back into the crowd.
Although he was beaten badly, fortunately, Carol, who was lying on the stretcher, was still breathless. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain to his superiors.
In addition to the director of the institute, other researchers surrounded by mobs were also waiting for rescue. When Horvat rescued several key researchers from the locked office to the helicopter, the dying Carol also woke up.
Horvat asked as he sat next to him and stared into his eyes.
Where is Jeff?Why didn't I see his people?
Jeff... It took a long time before Carol searched for the owner of the name from this dizzy brain.
He coughed violently, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down his heaving and undulating chest.
He was taken away by the rebels.
How is it possible, with Jeff's skills.A mercenary couldn't help but interrupt.
Horvat frowned, raised his hand and stopped the man's head, looking at Carol and then asked.
Tell us about the details at that time.
The rebels slashed into the underground research institute's preservation system and opened the alloy door.The last mercenaries exchanged fire with the rebel soldiers in the corridor in front of the main gate, and Jeff took me to the office behind the laboratory.Then……
Then?
Recalling the disaster that happened an hour ago, a hint of horror appeared on Carol's face.Suppressing the fear in his heart, he retelled the scene that happened at that time with difficulty.
Then they quickly pushed the front to the door and threw a grenade into the door.Jeff lie down with the other three people, but the grenade did not explode, only a very faint sound of electric current. Then they lay on the ground and couldn't get up, and were stunned by the rebels who rushed into the door.If I guess correctly, that should be
EMP Horvat murmured to himself, saying these three letters for him.
……
Located in the manor in Finland, Carmen quietly listened to the report from his subordinates on the phone.
The 7th Institute was breached by the rebels who claimed to be the German People's Liberation Front. They disclosed the battle videos in the basement institute, not only publishing the evidence of suspected human experiments to the whole world, but also putting the protesters surrounded by the door of the institute in.
Traces of EMP weapons were found on the scene.Johnson said with a serious expression.
When it comes to these three letters, you don’t have to guess at all to know who caused it.
For non-nuclear explosion EMP weapons, only Star Ring Trade in the world has mastered this technology.
But Carmen still didn't expect that they could not only reduce the EMP on the non-guided support rocket, but also further reduce it into a portable grenade.
After listening to Johnson's report, Carmen did not say a word.
After pondering for a long time, he picked up the phone and called the Krupp Group, ordered the "Lightning" mechanical exoskeleton to address the requirements for EMP weapons improvement, and then hung up the phone.
He was left aside for a long time, Johnson waited for Carmen to finish calling, hesitated for a moment, and asked.
...What should we do now.
I allow you to use Arrow Company's full resources in Germany, find them, and strangle them to death in the cradle.
Obey orders.
Johnson nodded slightly and quickly left the office.
Looking at the closed office door, Carmen chewed his teeth.He stared at the golden apple on the table in a daze, and he said word by word.
You will pay for your stupidity.
When he looked at the dense crowd below, Horvat, wearing a painted black combat uniform, had a numb scalp. When he was dispatched, he was ready to fight a big fight with the gun-carrying mob, but there was no trace of militants at the scene.
Apart from the wreckage all over the ground, he only saw the protesters who had already rushed into the institute and broadcast vehicles from major media around the world.
Sir?The mercenary sitting next to him handed him a questioning sight.
After hesitating for a moment, Horvat pressed the headset and ordered.
Decrease the height and prepare for rope drop.
Five helicopters hovered in front of the main entrance of the institute, and dozens of special forces landed on the ground through ropes.
The protesters had already rushed into the institute, ambulances and fire trucks surrounded the door, stretchers and cameras were shuttled through the venue, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Police who came from Munich to reinforcements are trying to control the situation and clear unrelated people and media from the institute, but their efforts are simply useless in the face of angry protesters and aggressive journalists.
Munich Sheriff Deluck leaned against the police car in a panic. This time he pulled a full hundred police force from Munich, but it was still a drop in the bucket when facing protesters who had already rushed into the institute.
It was obvious that the reporters had discovered something amazing in the institute. The numbered body bags lined up in the open space in front of the institute. The director of the institute, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was carried into an ambulance.
The protesters questioned who the police should arrest, and the police were asking the sheriff the same question. Deluck didn't know how to answer the question, so he had to report the question together with his confusion.
However, so far, his superiors have not given him any clear instructions, but have just repeated a sentence to control the situation.
With a fully armed mercenary, Horvat walked to Deluck and showed him the ID to enter the alert area... In fact, the ID doesn't matter anymore. Now the alert area is full of protesters and cannot even drive it away.
Where is Carol?Horvat asked in a low voice as he glanced at the protesting crowd.
Are you talking about the director of the research institute?Already carried into an ambulance.Deluck lifted his chin and pointed to the ambulance next to him. He looked a little miserable. You better be mentally prepared... When we snatched him from the protesters, we almost recognized him.
Horvat's brow twitched and walked towards the ambulance.
Looking at the mercenaries rushing into the crowd, the protesters beside him cast hostile sight.
Arrow Company?Where is our 9th Counter-Terrorism Team?When did Peterri outsource ‘counter-terrorism’ to military contractors?
Who knows, maybe they will outsource even the votes next time.
Ah, then I have to register a printing factory to prepare for bidding.
Ignoring the protesters, Horvat pushed away the protesters in front of him, walked to the ambulance, showed the medical staff the ID, carried Carol out of the ambulance surrounded, and scared away the protesters who were about to step forward with the sound of pulling the gun bolt, and retreated towards the helicopter under the cover of other mercenaries forming a wall of human beings.
Shet, this guy was beaten into a pig's head.Pushing the stretcher onto the transport helicopter, a mercenary whispered.
As long as people are right.Horvat glanced at him, ordered the medical staff to treat him the wound, and then turned back into the crowd.
Although he was beaten badly, fortunately, Carol, who was lying on the stretcher, was still breathless. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain to his superiors.
In addition to the director of the institute, other researchers surrounded by mobs were also waiting for rescue. When Horvat rescued several key researchers from the locked office to the helicopter, the dying Carol also woke up.
Horvat asked as he sat next to him and stared into his eyes.
Where is Jeff?Why didn't I see his people?
Jeff... It took a long time before Carol searched for the owner of the name from this dizzy brain.
He coughed violently, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down his heaving and undulating chest.
He was taken away by the rebels.
How is it possible, with Jeff's skills.A mercenary couldn't help but interrupt.
Horvat frowned, raised his hand and stopped the man's head, looking at Carol and then asked.
Tell us about the details at that time.
The rebels slashed into the underground research institute's preservation system and opened the alloy door.The last mercenaries exchanged fire with the rebel soldiers in the corridor in front of the main gate, and Jeff took me to the office behind the laboratory.Then……
Then?
Recalling the disaster that happened an hour ago, a hint of horror appeared on Carol's face.Suppressing the fear in his heart, he retelled the scene that happened at that time with difficulty.
Then they quickly pushed the front to the door and threw a grenade into the door.Jeff lie down with the other three people, but the grenade did not explode, only a very faint sound of electric current. Then they lay on the ground and couldn't get up, and were stunned by the rebels who rushed into the door.If I guess correctly, that should be
EMP Horvat murmured to himself, saying these three letters for him.
……
Located in the manor in Finland, Carmen quietly listened to the report from his subordinates on the phone.
The 7th Institute was breached by the rebels who claimed to be the German People's Liberation Front. They disclosed the battle videos in the basement institute, not only publishing the evidence of suspected human experiments to the whole world, but also putting the protesters surrounded by the door of the institute in.
Traces of EMP weapons were found on the scene.Johnson said with a serious expression.
When it comes to these three letters, you don’t have to guess at all to know who caused it.
For non-nuclear explosion EMP weapons, only Star Ring Trade in the world has mastered this technology.
But Carmen still didn't expect that they could not only reduce the EMP on the non-guided support rocket, but also further reduce it into a portable grenade.
After listening to Johnson's report, Carmen did not say a word.
After pondering for a long time, he picked up the phone and called the Krupp Group, ordered the "Lightning" mechanical exoskeleton to address the requirements for EMP weapons improvement, and then hung up the phone.
He was left aside for a long time, Johnson waited for Carmen to finish calling, hesitated for a moment, and asked.
...What should we do now.
I allow you to use Arrow Company's full resources in Germany, find them, and strangle them to death in the cradle.
Obey orders.
Johnson nodded slightly and quickly left the office.
Looking at the closed office door, Carmen chewed his teeth.He stared at the golden apple on the table in a daze, and he said word by word.
You will pay for your stupidity.