Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

　　 "William... William..."

　　 After seeing William's dumb face, Halsey mustered up the courage to whisper the name of her boss, her eyes blurred.

　　 Suddenly, a similar scene played out again.

　　 "Boss!"

　　 The shout of a person in charge off the stage interrupted the ongoing actions of the two directors.

　　!

　　 Halsey immediately moved away from William, her white cheeks flushed, and she looked at the central screen and gasped and said:

　　 "Hoo...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 is important."

　　 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!"

　　———————

　　...

　　 The time goes back more than ten minutes ago.

　　23:55

　　 The western wall of the Glad Mehamud Manor.

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

　　 only 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 are walking away, John waved his hand forward and whispered in the communication:

　　" Team 7 was the first to enter and execute the beheading, and the remaining teams cleared their secret guards and patrols. We will keep the communication channel silent.

　　Good luck everyone. "

　　 "Group one received."

　　 "Group Nine..."

　　 The communications came with responses from other Spartan team captains.

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

　　 There is a barbed wire on the top, and it is impossible to see whether it is powered.

　　 But Spartan can't be troubled.

　　 "Step on!"

　　 "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 internal walls, bushes, and blocks, like a small maze.

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

　　 Sometimes...

　　The crush of technology cannot be compensated by quantity.

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

　　 "Huh~"

　　 Spartan perfectly inherits the USS's technique of lowering the volume of its own steps when it is moving.

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

　　 But.

　　 When they were away from the side entrance to the backyard of the villa, and there was only a left corner, the glasses reminded that there was a militia standing guard in front.

　　 immediately stopped.

　　 John, standing in the front, 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.

　　 and then...

　　 "Da~Da~" Two sounds like a stapler.

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

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

　　 Carl took the lead in shooting the left chest of the militiaman, John made up the shot and hit the head, while Myron pointed his gun at the side door to be alert.

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

　　 stood on the right wall of the side door one by one, preparing to break through.

　　 "Da~Da~"

　　 They had excellent hearing, and they also heard the subsonic bullets faintly coming from the manor, and the gunfire with suppressors added.

　　 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.

　　 Let's do it!

　　 Enter the villa.

　　 "Tap!"

　　 tactical boots stomped on the tiled floor, forming a three-person formation, quickly passing 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 uniforms, uniform belts, and even helmets and 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 with a head and shoulders by Mellen, who had the nature of an open tank.

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

　　 "DaDaDa!"

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

　　 "Click—!"

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

　　 As for whether all the elites died, John and others didn't care.

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

　　 followed.

　　 "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 the surroundings around the manor, quickly and efficiently executed the assassination.

　　 Let the little guys answer the graduation test papers with peace of mind without being disturbed by clutter.

　　———————

　　...

　　 "Boom!"

　　The double-layer structure protection door with solid wood and iron railing ~www.ltnovel.com~ was knocked down by Myron.

　　 "Tread—Tread—!"

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

　　On the big bed in the center, I saw several beautiful women of various skin colors lying down.

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

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

　　Glad Mehamud, who is fat, bloated, black and only wears shorts...

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

　　 "Hey." Still laughing.

　　 "Da! Da!"

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

　　 And the white man was originally enjoying something like an extremely confident one, but he suddenly panicked when he saw that Sparta played his cards in an unreasonable manner.

　　 can no longer pretend to be B, I have to say it quickly!

　　 "I am Di..."

　　 "Number three, let him shut up."

"Yes!"

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

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "Puff——!"

　　 Mellen stepped forward and directly gave the white man a butt.

　　Where 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 operation completed.

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