Containment control starts with the umbrella

"William... William..."

After seeing William's dumbfounded expression, Halsey summoned the courage to whisper the name of her boss, her eyes blurred.

Suddenly, a similar scene was staged again.

"boss!"

The roar of a person in charge in the audience interrupted the ongoing actions of the two directors.

!

Halsey drew a distance from William, her white cheeks flushed, and she looked at the central screen and gasped and said:

"Huh...Boss, you should listen to the lieutenant..."

William was also hot and unbearable. He unbuttoned the button on the collar of his shirt, twisted his neck, calmed his beating heart and said:

"Well, work matters."

Then William stood up, walked to the railing in front of the sofa, looked at the large central screen and ordered:

"Lieutenant, after the bombing of Porcupine 1 is finished, let all the troops attack!"

"Yes, boss!"

———————

…

Time goes back more than ten minutes ago.

23:55

The western wall of Glad Mhammoud Manor.

John, Myron and Carl squatted halfway in the alley, waiting for the connection with the drone.

But a few seconds.

The upper right corner of the holographic glasses shows a bird's-eye view of the manor.

Confirming that the militiamen patrolling behind the wall were walking away, John waved his hand forward and whispered in the communication:

"The No. 7 group took the lead in executing the beheading, and the remaining groups cleared out the secret guards and patrolled. We will keep the communication channel silent.

Good luck everyone."

"Group one received it."

"Group Nine..."

The communication came with responses from other Spartan team captains.

The three of them bent over and ran under the four-meter-high wall, looking up to observe.

There is a barbed wire on the top, and it is not visible whether it is powered.

But this can't trouble Sparta.

"tread!"

"Tap!"

With a few small sounds of jumping and landing, the three of them easily jumped over the wall and came inside.

The manor occupies an area about the size of a football field, with inner walls, bushes, and blocks, like a small maze.

But through the drone's vision, all Spartans can get the best route in the villa and the real-time location of the patrolling militia.

sometimes…

The crushing of technology cannot be compensated by quantity.

The three of them leaned against the edge of the inner wall, relying on the route map of the holographic glasses, and walked quickly towards the location of the villa.

"Huh~"

Sparta perfectly inherited the USS's technique of lowering the volume of its footsteps when moving.

The sound is as small as a breeze, making people unable to think of it at all.

but.

When they were only a left corner from the side door entering the backyard of the villa, the glasses reminded a militiaman standing guard in front.

Stopped immediately.

Standing at the forefront, John, holding a gun in his right hand, raised his left hand and clenched a fist to signal that he was ready to kill.

The three immediately staggered their positions and formed the best shooting formation.

then…

"Da~Da~" There were two beeps like a stapler.

"Pump~" The human body fell to the ground.

Just watch the three of them rush out of the corner.

Carl took the lead in shooting the left chest of the militiaman, John hit the head with the shot, and Myron pointed his gun at the side door to guard.

After confirming that no one noticed the abnormality, the three people continued to move forward.

Stand on the right wall of the side door one by one, ready to break through.

"Da~Da~"

With their excellent hearing, they also heard the subsonic bullets faintly coming from the manor and the gunfire with suppressors.

It seems that the rest of the Spartan team has also entered the manor and began to clear the enemy one after another.

Then the three of them don't have to hide anything.

Do it!

Enter the villa.

"Tap!"

The tactical boots stepped on the tiled floor, the three-person finished word formation, and quickly passed through the living room and kitchen bar on the first floor.

"Nanihuyo (who is it)?!"

The elite militiamen on duty in the villa, after hearing the violent movement, came from the lobby to the corridor and prepared to go to the kitchen to find out.

Elite.

As the name suggests, these elites are far apart from the miscellaneous soldiers outside.

Uniform military uniforms, uniform armed belts, and even helmets and military boots.

The elites had just arrived in the corridor, and happened to collide with the Spartans who were in a rapid assault.

"Boom!"

"what-!"

but…

Before the elite at the forefront had time to lift the gun, he was hit and flew by the shoulder of Myron, who was an open tank.

The elite flying in the air continued unabated and hit his partner together, falling to the ground like a bowling pin.

"DaDaDa!"

The Spartans didn't look straight ahead, so they all adjusted their gun insurance to fully automatic, and fired at the group of elites.

"Click—!"

The three changed their magazines one by one, went through the corpse pile to the spiral staircase in the lobby, and headed towards the living area of ​​Glad Mehamud on the second floor.

As for whether all the elites died, John and others did not care.

After all, with the clearing speed of other Spartans, the entire manor was under control, only a momentary matter.

Immediately after.

"DaDa!"

"what-!"

Very low gunshots, as well as the short and rapid screams of those elite militiamen, resounded endlessly in the manor.

These should have attracted nearby troops to come and support.

Unfortunately, the USS who secretly protected Sparta are also there.

They used the optical camouflage function to radiate around the manor and execute the assassination quickly and efficiently.

Let the little guys answer the graduation test papers with peace of mind and not be disturbed by clutter.

———————

…

"Boom!"

The double-layer protective door with solid wood and iron railings was knocked down by Myron.

"Tread—Tread—!"

Myron, John, and Carl rushed into the most luxurious room in turn.

I saw several beautiful women of various colors lying on the big bed in the center.

They ignored the sudden Sparta and were still serving the slightly fat white man lying on the bed.

As for the goal of beheading John and others...

The fat, bloated, black, and shorts-only Glad Mehammoud...

Sitting on the wooden chair by the window, watching the performance on the bed with great interest.

"Hehe." Still laughing.

"Da! Da!"

Seeing this, John took away Mahmoud with two shots without saying a word.

The white man was originally enjoying something like an extremely confident one, but he suddenly panicked when he saw Sparta playing cards out of common sense.

Can't install B anymore, I have to say it quickly!

"I'm Di..."

"Three, let him shut up."

"Yes!"

But before the man uttered the suggestive words, Myron carried out John's orders.

"Boom!"

"puff--!"

Myron stepped forward and gave the white man a butt.

How could that person stand such a beating, and he spurted into a coma.

Even so, those glamorous women are still continuing their actions.

John walked to the bed and looked at the scene on the bed, his facial expression was silent without any waves:

"Command center, beheading is complete.

Through the speculation of Spartan VII, a possible anomalous object was discovered and successfully contained."