Tracker

Tank armor?

This time I went to an operation squadron for urban warfare. Where did the tank armor come from?

However, the panic of the observers could be clearly heard.

They are all veterans who have gone through brutal wars. If there was something very unimaginable, they would never have behaved in such a panic.

Next, there was the dull roar of Barrett's sniper rifle, and then another exclamation: "God, that guy split Johnny's bullet!"

"Bang bang bang!" Immediately afterwards, there was a mess of gunshots in the communication.

Then came the short, close-range sounds of submachine guns and pistols.

Baka's heart sank immediately. A sniper found that the situation was not right, and his first priority was to move the position. If you get close enough to need a pistol, the sniper doesn't have to ask - it's over!

Soon, the entire communication channel was dead silent, as was the headquarters.

A group of signal soldiers and a few small heads of the Asian branch did not dare to breathe, for fear of angering the retired general.

Damn it!

After his anger, Baka calmed down. He scolded secretly, and then ordered: "Support team, bring medical staff, and arrive at the scene in half an hour, maintaining high alert. The situation is not right, and it is allowed to evacuate directly without approval. Protect yourself as a top priority."

Everyone looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, Baka swept the audience with sharp eyes: "I am a short-term caregiver, and I give priority to completing tasks. But I am not stupid! Maybe the unlucky doctor is right, this is no longer an enemy we can deal with. "

Half an hour later, Baka, who was waiting anxiously, received a report.

"Report to General, I'm Philip, captain of the support team, and I've arrived."

"Report." Baka said into the microphone.

"Twenty-three people died. None survived. No trace of the target was found."

In fact, there is no need for Philip to report. Just seeing the scene of the support team's helmet camera, General Baka's face is already ashen.

Since it is a place with good signal such as an airport, in the high-definition pictures, in addition to seeing the fussing Assamese, there is also a scene like that of a slaughterhouse.

If Blackwater's action plan is successful once and for all, then it's all right. For the safety of the personnel, Baka deliberately suppressed the arrival of the support team, which was actually equivalent to breaking the sky and rising to an international dispute.

This is helpless, and it can only be like this.

Because Baka found an amazing fact when he quickly checked the real-time transmission screen of the previous battle - the opponent was not as strong as a human being.

Philip's brief report came from the walkie-talkie. From his slightly trembling words, he could really feel the tragic and terrifying scene at the scene.

Philip held up a half-broken metal plate and handed it to the front of the camera.

"Boss, have you seen it?"

"Hey—" In the entire command room, everyone was gasping for breath.

It was a body armor insert that had been cut diagonally.

In modern warfare, the bulletproof vest itself is actually not very bulletproof. It seems that the full soft body armor of Kevlar can only withstand small-caliber pistols, shotgun bullets or fragmentation attacks from explosives such as grenades, and automatic rifle attacks at longer distances (not at close range).

The only thing that can really resist the attack of automatic rifles such as AK47 can only rely on the tactical plug-in installed on the body armor. Usually metal sheets, ceramic sheets or composite sheets.

These hard plug-ins are the first line of defense against damage.

In this operation, Bakkat ordered his subordinates to install the NIJIV-level plug-ins of the highest standard in the United States. This insert can withstand bullets with a muzzle velocity of about 887 m/s (warhead weight 10.8 grams).

This thing, combined with the flexible body armor, can even block AK47 bullets at about ten meters.

One can imagine how arrogant it is.

The problem is that in general, no soldier wants to use this thing. Because the price of increasing the life-saving level is the thief. The weight of a piece of plug-in is less than one kilogram.

In normal combat situations, a soldier's load is as high as 20 kilograms. If you have to put ten or eight bulletproof vest inserts in the body armor interlayer on the chest and back, it is really heavy.

A guy with almost no strength can't even walk.

But now, neat and tidy, six tactical inserts and Kevlar body armor were slashed in half diagonally, which looked as easy and comfortable as splitting six bottles of Coke with a saber. This kind of inhuman destructive power made Baka and the others feel a chill from the tailbone down to the skull.

"General, what should I do?"

"Retrieve the bodies of the brothers, and then close the team." Baka's voice was completely calm, but the anger in his pupils rushed to the sky: "This revenge must be avenged."

Suddenly, a signal soldier reported to him an interesting news...

On the other side, Casillas.

The eldest who took refuge in Dormammu was a little confused about this attack, and even more angry.

"What happened? Why did these ant-like mortals find us?"

A follower of the golden retriever was also stunned~www.mtlnovel.com~ and immediately said, "Yes! Who gave them the courage..."

"Clap!" A slap in the face was slapped on his face, and he was slapped by his boss, and he wilted immediately.

"Who? Who betrayed me? Betrayed the most loyal servant of the Dark King!?" Casillas yelled.

At this moment, he heard something unusual.

wind!

Flowing wind!

In the wind flowing across the surface of the skin, there is a trace of discordant noise.

Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for the human body to receive such a sound, but he is Casillas, a boss-level powerhouse who sold his body and mind to the darkness.

When he elevates his perception to the extreme, everything that is different from the dark power falls into his perception. Suddenly Casillas shot, grabbed a fallen follower with his left hand, and pulled out a small piece from the hem of her robe with his right hand.

The focus of everyone's eyes fell on the button-sized black spot on the corner of the clothes.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's a small piece of sludge.

However, the electromagnetic waves emitted from time to time above, which can only be perceived by mages with extreme concentration, tell them that this is a tracker.

"Idiot!" Casillas was not a tolerant master, he angrily squeezed the tracker with one hand.

"No! I didn't do it! It was my mistake, ah—"

Indistinguishable, a translucent thing that looked like an air blade had penetrated her chest. With a panicked expression, the lives of the female followers are fading fast.

"Idiot! This is the end of trash!" Casillas was furious