THE NIGHT SABOTAGE.

Rustle!! Rustle!! The wind blew silently in the cold night, as the moonlight shone down on the temporary terrorist camp. The whole camp was silent just like a graveyard, only the faint sound of soldiers snoring could be heard.

Clark slowly opened his eyes to see the starlight shining down, as he calmly took in his surroundings. Yesterday’s battle was simply too much of an energy drainer, he figured that everybody in the camp was already asleep from exhaustion.

The battle was fierce and tedious, the only reason he could still wake up was that he held back during the battle. He slowly stood up with apprehension, as he got ready to complete his training.

After seeing the strength of the high-grade soldiers, especially the ranged specialist and the commander. He became more prudent, as he directly removed the commander from his list of targets. The commander was simply a monster, to a soldier like him.

But despite the ranged specialist’s strength, he still targeted him as he was also a high-grade soldier. And, he especially aimed at the stash of bullets, executioner Dave kept for his battle art.

He picked up his bag, as he finally deactivated the camouflage device. On opening the bag, he grinned as he saw his military-provided gears safely inside.

He distanced himself a little from where the soldiers slept, as he admired his bag again for its space expansion ability. The military bag could expand inwardly, when a lot of things are placed inside, to better hold them without the owner feeling the strain.

“Technology is too convenient,” he thought with a smile. His smile widened further when he envisioned the wealth he would probably walk away with from this camp.

He donned his military armor, as he removed the one provided by the terrorists, keeping it in his bag. After arranging all his weapons, he grinned again, as he felt that he was ready.

“You’re getting robbed tonight,” he muttered excitedly.

He quickly went to the vehicle where the high-grade armory was located. He went to work, as he easily hacked the door with his hacking device while trying hard to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

He silently opened the door, entered, and hacked the security program keeping the exotic sword safe.

He felt like an armed robber, as he carefully removed the sword, conveniently placing it in his bag. He silently left the vehicle after his successful robbery.

“What robbery? This is serving my country; I took something, that would have been used to harm my fellow citizens away. I’m even supposed to be rewarded for this by the president,” he soothed his grumbling conscience with this, as he prepared to continue his operation.

“First mission successful,” he silently noted, as he quickly located where the ranged executioner slept.

Before everyone slept, he noted where all the high-grade soldiers went to sleep, including where the commander slept. He silently went to where executioner Dave slept, as he found him snoring in exhaustion.

He took out one of his daggers, as he advanced slowly to where the executioner slept. He was slightly nervous, but he still advanced, as he quickly reached where his target laid.

He raised his dagger to stab him decisively but was surprised as his target's eyes suddenly snapped open. As he brought his dagger down, his target reacted fast, as he caught his hand with a tight grip.

Adrenaline kicked in, as he quickly used his other hand to block the executioner's mouth, to prevent him from shouting. The look in the executioner's eyes showed that he recognized him, despite the armor covering his face.

He ignored the look, as he finally exerted the strength of a high-grade soldier, after holding back for so long. His target exerted force also, making him drop his dagger. But he quickly retaliated, giving 3 punches to the executioner's stomach.

Executioner Dave was clearly fatigued, as the punch weakened his tight grip on his assailant. Clark wielded his other dagger, while quickly stabbing his opponent on the neck.

The executioner struggled, but he tried keeping him in place with all his strength, while repeatedly stabbing him. This continued for about 2 minutes before he finally died.

Clark didn’t heave a sigh of relief after his target’s death, as he was sure that the small noise released from his struggle alerted some soldiers.

Fortunately, the executioners removed their armors for repairs, or he wouldn’t have the guts to initiate this sabotage so decisively. Despite his first target already being dead, he admired his cautiousness.

This guy arranged his sniper to the side in the case of any emergency, which was clearly in his favor. He quickly bent down, as he used the sniper rifle to watch where the other executioners slept.

He cursed, as he saw 2 of the executioners already awake, watching around cautiously.

“Damn it,” he yelled inwardly in frustration. Despite this, he still acted fast, as he quickly aimed at the last sleeping executioner.

Boom!! The sound of the bullet flying past reverberated, breaking the silence of the night as the last executioner’s brain exploded into a bloody mess of tissues, dyeing the tree behind him with a tint of red.

The whole camp was aroused by the sound, as all the soldiers woke up shouting disorderly. He tried his luck, shooting at the other 2 executioners. He ultimately still underestimated high-grade soldiers, as they quickly dodged with speed.

They picked their machine guns and returned fire to where he was, as the other soldiers followed their actions.

Ka!! Ka!! Ka!! His armor withstood the bullets, exposing his position as he quickly dismantled the sniper rifle. He kept it in his bag and brought out his 2-form gun. Where he stood was slightly elevated, compared to where the other soldiers stood. So, he could see further.

"Machine gun," he softly whispered, as his 2-form gun changed into the exotic machine gun configuration. He searched hastily for Dave’s stash of bullets.

After finding them, he kept them quickly and finally clicked on the finish mission, flashing on his wristwatch’s screen. An escape route quickly appeared; he memorized the general direction quickly, as he jumped down from the elevated platform.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! His military machine gun rained down bullets, as he killed the 3 soldiers blocking his path. He sprinted into the forest, following the direction provided by his watch.

Bullets hit his armor repeatedly, others flew past him, as all the soldiers in the organization pursued after him. He ran with dread, as he silently prayed against the commander joining the fight.

“Shit,” he cursed, as luck refused to favor him this time.

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