sjar Chapter 457: Throat Severed by a Flying Knife! Curry Graffiti
Chapter 457: Throat Severed by a Flying Knife! Curry Graffiti
Arriving at the meeting point specified on the restaurant owner's note: a bankrupt local steel mill, Lei Tao parked his car in a secluded area nearby. Fully armed, Glock 19 in hand, he approached the target building silently. The barbed wire fence surrounding the factory had long since rusted.
Lei Tao half-knelt on the ground, silently cutting a hole with his pliers. He stared intently at three guards smoking in a corner, calculating their patrol routes and time differences. Once the three separated, he moved quickly, hugging the wall, his combat boots making almost no sound.
The moment the nearest guard turned, Lei Tao launched a sudden attack. His left hand precisely covered the man's mouth and nose, and his right saber stabbed diagonally down the back of his neck, the blade piercing the vitals. The guard didn't even have time to struggle before he collapsed. Lei Tao held the body and slowly brought it down, simultaneously locking onto his second target.
He ducked and charged, his right leg swiftly sideways, before the other man could react. The sole of his boot struck the guard just above his Adam's apple, and with a crisp crack of bone, the guard's neck twisted at an odd angle, sending him tumbling backward.
The third guard, hearing the noise, raised his MP5, ready to pull the trigger to sound the alarm. Lei Tao flicked his wrist, sending the dagger hurtling out in a straight line, the sharp blade piercing the guard's throat with pinpoint accuracy. The guard clutched his hands at the bleeding wound, stumbled back two steps, fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell still.
Lei Tao climbed up the drainpipe to the second-floor window. He placed his palm on the rusted window frame and gently pushed. The decayed wood creaked softly. He dodged the sharp glass shards that remained on the frame, then stepped over the sill with his right leg, landing silently on the dusty floor. The non-slip grooves on the soles of his combat boots rolled over the wood chips without making a sound.
The room was filled with the odor of stale motor oil and rust. Lei Tao half-crouched, sweeping the beam of his tactical flashlight across the wall in a fan-shaped pattern. Wooden crates piled in the corner bore the insignia of a cherry blossom tattoo. A faint clang of metal clashed faintly from behind the shelves. Over twenty boxes of modified M4A1 and HK14 assault rifles were neatly stacked against the wall. Ammunition crates were stacked in sharp, angular positions. In the corner, two mortar barrels shone coldly. He immediately activated the Bagua Gyro space. His hands moved with the precision of a robotic arm, and boxes of weapons and ammunition vanished one after another in a shimmering purple light.
Lei Tao was just putting the last box of ammunition into the Bagua Gyro space when a sudden metallic clang erupted from deep within the factory. He immediately flicked off his tactical flashlight and edged along the wall, his left hand pulling out the dagger from his waist and his right gripping a throwing knife. Three figures emerged from the shadows: two Japanese mercenaries wielding samurai swords, and a Blackwater Security mercenary holding a silenced MP7.
The Japanese mercenaries formed a pincer, with the Blackwater Security mercenaries falling behind, their rifles aimed. Lei Tao waited for the Japanese pirates on his left to strike first with their swords, but he dodged and thrust his dagger directly into the enemy's ribs. Simultaneously, he swung a flying knife with his right hand, striking the Blackwater Security mercenary between the eyebrows. A Japanese pirate's katana grazed his shoulder, and Lei Tao seized the opportunity to grab the man's wrist, slammed his knee into his elbow, and then slashed his throat with his dagger.
After dispatching the three, Lei Tao knelt on one knee and quickly examined the bodies. The metal ID badge on the Blackwater Security mercenary's tactical vest read "K-09," its edges still stained with clotted blood. The brass belt buckles of the two Japanese pirate mercenaries were engraved with a three-dimensional cherry blossom emblem, and one even had half a tooth embedded in the buckle. With his left hand, he tore off the ID badge and emblem buckle. With his right hand, he sucked the MP7 submachine gun, samurai sword, and scattered magazines near the three bodies into the Bagua Top space.
On the workbench, the red light of the encrypted communicator kept flashing. Under the Japanese document "Uranium Mining Progress Report" was a satellite map with the coordinates of Lake Victoria. Lei Tao put the documents and communicator into the space, turned around and took out the C4 bomb from the Bagua Gyroscope space. With quick movements, he quickly pasted the explosives at the bottom of the load-bearing column, in the center of the ammunition storage area, and under the mortar bracket. He pulled out the detonating cord and connected it in parallel to the timing device, setting the time to eight minutes. Finally, he buried the remaining C4 bombs at the joint between the hinge and the door frame of the factory door to ensure that the exit was completely blocked in the event of an explosion. Finally, Lei Tao thought for a while, took out the spray paint from the space, sprayed the wall with curry text, and sprayed a skull graffiti next to it, saying "The uranium mine is ours."
After completing everything, Lei Tao scurried to the second-floor vent and retrieved a high-strength nylon rope from the Bagua gyroscope. He tied the end of the rope securely to the rusted steel frame, yanked it, and leaped out the window. His body arced through the air, his combat boots tapping the wall for leverage, his hands slicing down the rope as he descended rapidly. Upon landing, his knees slightly bent to relieve the force, the entire movement flowing smoothly.
Lei Tao rushed to the SUV's hiding spot, opened the door, and activated the onboard computer. After confirming the surroundings were clear, he stepped on the accelerator, and the SUV shot off like an arrow. In the rearview mirror, the outline of the abandoned steel mill shrank, and the C4 bomb countdown on the car's timer was rapidly ticking. The moment they turned the mountain road, a deafening explosion sounded behind them, and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky red. Lei Tao gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove towards the Chinese Embassy in Central Africa.