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Strange noises were coming from afar, and the man thought deeply with suspicion. Perhaps the weather had affected the business here, as the busyness found on normal days was absent.

So much so that the noise level created by masses of people seemed more obvious, allowing him to hear a distant sound even though thunder and lightning waged above.

Clatter…Clatter.

Again, the man twitched his ears, annoyed. He didn't deny that he was a little more sensitive than others.

Looking at his subordinates, whose appearances were too deserving of a beating, he didn't want to admit he had trained these men personally.

Well, compared with the rest, they were capable—he admitted this aspect. But that was it; they were too proud and arrogant.

He couldn't help if a person's ambition didn't push them to progress in this profession. The man felt helpless too.

Competing with his friends, he wanted his men to excel. Yes, he was one of many mercenaries, invited and paid amply.

Clatter…Clatter.

Okay, now he really wanted to ask what was wrong with the sound coming from the north. Before he had the time to ask, his head quickly turned to the north.

Hell no, that was an explosion, no matter how muffled it seemed to be. Explosions could never lie to him. As a mercenary, he already knew how to discern various sounds that signified dangers and alerts.

"What's wrong in the north?" he crackled into his radio, but the reply was a continuous buzzing.

He tested several times and came to a deadly conclusion—someone was messing with them.

"Is there something bothering you, Boss?" His men asked, seeing his pale expression and the sweat on his forehead.

Clatter…Clatter…Da-da-da-da.

Damn, this time the sound came from the south and very close. The man's eyes bulged, and he screamed, "There are gunshots nearby. Prepare yourselves."

The rest of the men exchanged glances in confusion, but their bodies reacted instinctively, readying their weapons.

They naturally heard the gunshots, but the reality hadn't registered in their minds. Nobody dared to attack this city; even the government officials of this country had to give face in front of them.

The mercenary stared in the direction of the fast-approaching vehicles and engine roars.

"Men, prepare for defense! Stay behind cover." He cocked his rifle's bolt and aimed down the sight. His subordinates mimicked his actions. "Fire!"

Upon sight of two shadows, dangerously looming toward him, he barked his orders and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Sparks pinged off the moving vehicles, and bursts of fire responded to their challenges. Multiple sonic booms whizzed past him.

He even heard the sound of flesh being torn apart and saw multiple subordinates twitching as bloody dust fanned out of their bodies.

His breathing quickened at the unexpected event. He had the initiative, but his group still lost.

Damn accurate machine-gun fire. The opposition subdued his group in one round of engagement.

A few surviving subordinates fled to both sides of the alleyways. He couldn't stay here alone and followed, not forgetting to roar, "Keep up the pressure! Keep firing."

Everyone shot at the passing vehicles, but more men went down. This time, they saw the culprits—enemy advanced, sophisticated technicals.

The vehicles passed by, and the turret gunners above managed to mow a few more of them down.

Fortunately, they survived, not knowing the true reason for their survival was that the enemy intentionally ignored their existence to focus on their objectives and not waste time.

The enemies weren't simple, not even ordinary soldiers. Or was it a group of mercenaries attacking the city?

Listening carefully, his surroundings were filled with gunfire and explosions. He and his men were at a loss—no communication, no news, and no commands from the top.

He felt like they were alone, stranded, and that the entire city had fallen. Of course, as an experienced fighter, he knew this outcome was impossible, but his thoughts were still in a negative direction.

Not only him, but every member of the gang also felt surrounded and abandoned. If not for the central area remaining strong and unaffected, they might have collapsed.

"Let's go. Try to avoid them and group up with others." He could only give the order. Somehow, he felt the enemy's tactics seemed familiar.

No, he was definitely familiar with it. The more he contemplated, the more it became clear. Oh, wasn't this the tactic exploited by Country A during its invasion of its opponent's capital city to dethrone the dictator?

Exploiting the gaps in the enemy's intelligence and unpreparedness, solely focusing on speed and aggression to demoralize the fighting will.

There was still a chance for a comeback, he reaffirmed his confidence. Although he had no idea about the manpower of the enemies causing chaos in the city, as long as they could stabilize internally, they should win.

They managed to survive the initial stage by luck; fate was on their side.

…

Amidst the sudden explosions and gunfire, the gang members in the central area were a little slow to react, but the addition of mercenaries quickly led them to set up a defensive formation and shrink the circle.

According to visual observations, it appeared that the periphery was now under the control of the attackers.

The attackers' methods were too high-end and vicious to the core. From the top to the bottom, the organization's strength disappeared completely.

The warlord disliked independent grouping, so none of them were trained to operate in a decentralized manner, apart from a few mercenaries.

Till now, no one knew the strength of the attackers or their identities, including the reason behind the attack since the gang shouldn't have offended anyone.

Of course, these topics were heavily discussed among the upper echelon.

Elsewhere, inside a certain room in a particular building in the central area.

The electricity was switched off on purpose, even though the generators were still running. Those houses not connected to the elite system stayed in the dark.

Although the transformers here weren't hit, since they were connected to a specific destroyed one in series, electricity no longer flowed here.

Two men, one pivoted on a sniper rifle, an AWP Magnum, scanning through the open window, covered with a blanket. His eyes were peeled to the scope, which could be seen through the tiny opening.

Another, near the other window, in a similar scenario. A blanket covered him, exposing a small hole so his scope could poke through and scan outside properly. He leaned against the wall, perpendicular to the scope, perfectly hiding his figure from the window.

From their attire and clean methods, the duo were a veteran sniper team. Staying indoors, they minimized their signature, temperature, and exposure.

Even thermal equipment wouldn't be able to detect the two clearly. As soon as the firefight began outside, they sprinted to an appropriate location to defend.

However, a loud blast from the enemy's heavy sniper fire changed their goals. The duo remained patient, ignoring the panicked cries, explosions, and gunfire to track where the attacking sniper team was.

Based on the sound, they managed to pinpoint the general direction. Now, the two observed carefully.

Compared to the weak gang members, as mercenaries, they were also well-equipped. For instance, the sniper and his spotter were using thermal scopes to scan the horizon, locking in positions the attacking snipers might use.

"Hey, like I said, after two quick storming attempts, our opponents returned to conventional assault. I can pick off at least two in the marching formation," the sniper grinned.

"Focus on our goals. Priority is to eliminate the sniper. Two little foot soldiers are nothing here," his spotter replied.

"I know, I know, you're really annoying," the man sighed.

"We only have a round or two advantage. After that, we'll also be exposed to the enemy's sniper. Who knows if there's only one watching the city?"

"But we still haven't found them yet."

"They could have moved after sniping."

The two went silent. If the enemy sniper team had moved, they were in trouble too. The sniper asked, "Are we searching in the wrong direction?"
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"I don't think so…" The spotter hadn't said much before the familiar sonic boom and impact rattled their vision.

"Seems like they haven't moved, what a relief," the sniper smiled coldly.

The spotter noticed something. "Look at your 10 o'clock. 800 meters away. I see a heat signature."

"Found it. Hmm, it's a bit too small to be human, right? Is this sniper a fool, lighting a cigarette?"

"No, man, I think it's a small exposure due to carelessness. They're definitely skilled at hiding among the terrain, even deceiving our thermal scopes," the spotter explained. "Luck is on our side. His barrel is heating up from the previous gunshots."

"We aren't sure if we're looking at a human yet."

"Roughly 60 percent. We can wait to confirm."

"That's enough. Let's do it!"

The sniper racked the bolt and adjusted the telescope, doping the distance and mils. The spotter read out the variables aloud.

It was really inconvenient without electronic assistance. Every mercenary complained bitterly about the enemy's superior electronic warfare.

After hearing his partner's words

, the sniper controlled his breathing and squeezed the trigger.

Boom!