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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0047_part_02
Chapter 60
chapter 0047 part 2
"Bang bang bang!"
Three consecutive shots from the high-power military pistol directly sent the black-clad ninja flying.
His chest was completely shattered! Swoosh! Another black katana stabbed directly from behind Frank, aiming for his heart.
"Bang!"
Frank extended his left hand to his armpit and shot the forehead of the suddenly appearing black-clad ninja.
"Hiss—"
Just as Frank succeeded with a shot, a knife suddenly stabbed upwards from the ground below.
Frank quickly leaned back, the knife grazing his bulletproof vest, cutting a deep gash in the vest.
"Bang bang!"
Frank threw the handgun on the ground, pulled out a dog leg knife from the side of his calf, and held it in his palm with a side grip.
From the shadows, eight black-clad ninjas walked out, holding katanas in both hands, the blades coated in black paint.
"Clang!"
The moment the eight black-clad ninjas surrounded Frank and charged forward, Frank sidestepped, rolled out through a gap in their encirclement, leaving behind a hand grenade with the safety pin pulled out! "Boom!"
"Beautiful!"
As expected of someone from the army, Tang Song praised, watching Frank's series of brilliant tactics.
"Kingpin has The Hand ninjas here too,"
However, after seeing these black-clad ninjas, Tang Song blinked and rubbed his chin.
These ninjas were clearly ambushed here in advance.
So, this was a trap?
………
"Matt, what are you doing?"
Frank finished dealing with the gunmen and ninjas in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop and entered the Factory Building, finding Matt Murdock, covered in blood, surrounded by a group of workers.
Seeing this, Frank immediately raised his handgun, ready to shoot.
"Punisher, no! They are all deaf-mute people!"
Matt Murdock held his blind cane, unsure how to deal with the deaf-mute people in front of him.
Some of them were trafficked by The Hand, others owed usurious loans and had their ears deafened and tongues cut off by The Hand's people, used as tools for drug manufacturing.
After The Hand's factory was raided, these skilled workers were taken over by Kingpin.
Just as Matt Murdock finished dealing with the guarding gunmen and wanted to destroy the drugs, these people suddenly swarmed forward and surrounded him.
"Bang!"
Frank looked at the deaf-mute workers also surrounding him and directly raised his hand to fire.
"Clang!"
Matt Murdock's blind cane flew out, hitting Frank's gun barrel. Frank's shot hit the wall.
"Don't hurt them!"
The deaf-mute workers, who had retreated in fear after Frank's shot, suddenly gained courage seeing this scene.
"Woman's kindness!"
Tang Song watched the two falling into internal conflict over dozens of deaf-mute workers. Tang Song's eyes, as he looked at Matt Murdock on the screen, held deep disdain! "Kane, take your men over! Let's see what tricks Boss Kingpin has prepared!"
"Yes, Boss!"
In several trucks already parked near the Scrap Yard, Kane placed the laptop bag he carried with him on the ground and opened it, taking out his radio intercom headset and putting it on. His fingers flew across the computer keyboard.
Several small drones flew up and headed towards the Scrap Yard.
Dozens of fully armed soldiers arrived at the Abandoned Car Repair Shop. The micro-camera on each soldier's helmet could transmit the footage to the computer screen. Combined with the cameras on the drones, Kane could easily see the entire situation. His responsibility was to coordinate, provide technical support, and formulate tactics against the enemy.
"Team A stays behind, guarding the road leading to the Scrap Yard. Teams B and C, advance alternately, ensuring you occupy advantageous positions for firepower cover. Team D will provide long-range sniper fire!"
Kane's voice was extremely steady, without a hint of fluctuation.
The soldiers pulled down their night vision goggles. In the dark green vision, everything was clearly visible, down to the smallest detail, quite clear.
FROG flame-retardant gloves gently rested on the trigger. The lightweight black combat boots produced by Stark Industries stepped on the gravel ground of the scrap yard without making a sound.
………………
"Someone's here!"
Matt Murdock's eyes were dripped with a chemical reagent when he was a child. While losing his sight, his five senses were enhanced exponentially.
A sense of smell and sense of hearing several times that of a normal person made him Daredevil.
When the chaotic footsteps stopped at the entrance, Matt Murdock sensed it.
"Kingpin's reinforcements?"
Frank glanced at Matt, clicked, took out a shotgun, and loaded it with bullets.
"Bang!"
Just as he reached the entrance, Frank's years of battlefield experience made him dive to the left, hiding behind the door.
Where he had just been standing, a fist-sized bullet crater appeared on the ground!
"Sniper!"
Frank looked at the shotgun in his hand, gritted his teeth, and shouted into the Factory Building, "Don't come out, Matt, there's a sniper!"
While speaking, Frank pulled a smoke grenade from his waist and threw it out.
Immediately, thick smoke rose, obscuring the entire factory entrance area.
Frank gripped the shotgun in his hand. He could analyze the sniper's position based on the gunfire and impact points, but the range of the shotgun in his hand wasn't enough! "Wait until they get closer for close combat!"
Frank made up his mind, pulled out his handgun, and placed it beside him! "Clang!"
Hand Grenade! Frank heard a clang, his head jolted, and he dove into the Factory Building without thinking.
Frank felt dizzy. It wasn't a hand grenade, it was flashbang grenades and concussion grenades! Frank lay on the ground, listening to the dense but orderly footsteps outside the door.
At the factory entrance, a bald man in a leather jacket stood at the main gate. Around him, over a hundred gunmen surrounded the factory area.
"Clang," "Clang!". "Damn it, it's hand grenades, go!"
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Explosions continued. The deaf-mute workers in the factory area had no time to dodge and were directly blown into the air by the hand grenades.
On the other side, although the effect of the concussion grenades hadn't worn off, Frank, relying on his powerful physical fitness, recalled the Factory Building blueprint/diagram, rolled to the back wall of the Factory Building, took out a phone-sized plastic explosive, and stuck it on.
"Boom!"
……
"Before reaching a high position, there is ultimately a difference between personal bravery and systemic strength!"
Everything in the Factory Building was transmitted in real-time to Tang Song via surveillance footage.
Matt Murdock was also a somewhat famous superhero. Although his strength wasn't very high, it was sufficient compared to ordinary people and gangs.
Frank had also been cultivating Zhu Yan Transformation for some time, but facing targeted, organized armed forces, he could only flee for his life.
"Boss!?"
Kane held a military sniper rifle, locking onto the conspicuous target tattooed on the bald man's forehead through the scope.
Kane turned his head, waiting for Tang Song to issue the command through the wireless communicator sewn into his collar.
"Take them down!"
Tang Song watched the fiery scene on the projector, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one gulp.
(End of Chapter)
"Bang bang bang!"
Three consecutive shots from the high-power military pistol directly sent the black-clad ninja flying.
His chest was completely shattered! Swoosh! Another black katana stabbed directly from behind Frank, aiming for his heart.
"Bang!"
Frank extended his left hand to his armpit and shot the forehead of the suddenly appearing black-clad ninja.
"Hiss—"
Just as Frank succeeded with a shot, a knife suddenly stabbed upwards from the ground below.
Frank quickly leaned back, the knife grazing his bulletproof vest, cutting a deep gash in the vest.
"Bang bang!"
Frank threw the handgun on the ground, pulled out a dog leg knife from the side of his calf, and held it in his palm with a side grip.
From the shadows, eight black-clad ninjas walked out, holding katanas in both hands, the blades coated in black paint.
"Clang!"
The moment the eight black-clad ninjas surrounded Frank and charged forward, Frank sidestepped, rolled out through a gap in their encirclement, leaving behind a hand grenade with the safety pin pulled out! "Boom!"
"Beautiful!"
As expected of someone from the army, Tang Song praised, watching Frank's series of brilliant tactics.
"Kingpin has The Hand ninjas here too,"
However, after seeing these black-clad ninjas, Tang Song blinked and rubbed his chin.
These ninjas were clearly ambushed here in advance.
So, this was a trap?
………
"Matt, what are you doing?"
Frank finished dealing with the gunmen and ninjas in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop and entered the Factory Building, finding Matt Murdock, covered in blood, surrounded by a group of workers.
Seeing this, Frank immediately raised his handgun, ready to shoot.
"Punisher, no! They are all deaf-mute people!"
Matt Murdock held his blind cane, unsure how to deal with the deaf-mute people in front of him.
Some of them were trafficked by The Hand, others owed usurious loans and had their ears deafened and tongues cut off by The Hand's people, used as tools for drug manufacturing.
After The Hand's factory was raided, these skilled workers were taken over by Kingpin.
Just as Matt Murdock finished dealing with the guarding gunmen and wanted to destroy the drugs, these people suddenly swarmed forward and surrounded him.
"Bang!"
Frank looked at the deaf-mute workers also surrounding him and directly raised his hand to fire.
"Clang!"
Matt Murdock's blind cane flew out, hitting Frank's gun barrel. Frank's shot hit the wall.
"Don't hurt them!"
The deaf-mute workers, who had retreated in fear after Frank's shot, suddenly gained courage seeing this scene.
"Woman's kindness!"
Tang Song watched the two falling into internal conflict over dozens of deaf-mute workers. Tang Song's eyes, as he looked at Matt Murdock on the screen, held deep disdain! "Kane, take your men over! Let's see what tricks Boss Kingpin has prepared!"
"Yes, Boss!"
In several trucks already parked near the Scrap Yard, Kane placed the laptop bag he carried with him on the ground and opened it, taking out his radio intercom headset and putting it on. His fingers flew across the computer keyboard.
Several small drones flew up and headed towards the Scrap Yard.
Dozens of fully armed soldiers arrived at the Abandoned Car Repair Shop. The micro-camera on each soldier's helmet could transmit the footage to the computer screen. Combined with the cameras on the drones, Kane could easily see the entire situation. His responsibility was to coordinate, provide technical support, and formulate tactics against the enemy.
"Team A stays behind, guarding the road leading to the Scrap Yard. Teams B and C, advance alternately, ensuring you occupy advantageous positions for firepower cover. Team D will provide long-range sniper fire!"
Kane's voice was extremely steady, without a hint of fluctuation.
The soldiers pulled down their night vision goggles. In the dark green vision, everything was clearly visible, down to the smallest detail, quite clear.
FROG flame-retardant gloves gently rested on the trigger. The lightweight black combat boots produced by Stark Industries stepped on the gravel ground of the scrap yard without making a sound.
………………
"Someone's here!"
Matt Murdock's eyes were dripped with a chemical reagent when he was a child. While losing his sight, his five senses were enhanced exponentially.
A sense of smell and sense of hearing several times that of a normal person made him Daredevil.
When the chaotic footsteps stopped at the entrance, Matt Murdock sensed it.
"Kingpin's reinforcements?"
Frank glanced at Matt, clicked, took out a shotgun, and loaded it with bullets.
"Bang!"
Just as he reached the entrance, Frank's years of battlefield experience made him dive to the left, hiding behind the door.
Where he had just been standing, a fist-sized bullet crater appeared on the ground!
"Sniper!"
Frank looked at the shotgun in his hand, gritted his teeth, and shouted into the Factory Building, "Don't come out, Matt, there's a sniper!"
While speaking, Frank pulled a smoke grenade from his waist and threw it out.
Immediately, thick smoke rose, obscuring the entire factory entrance area.
Frank gripped the shotgun in his hand. He could analyze the sniper's position based on the gunfire and impact points, but the range of the shotgun in his hand wasn't enough! "Wait until they get closer for close combat!"
Frank made up his mind, pulled out his handgun, and placed it beside him! "Clang!"
Hand Grenade! Frank heard a clang, his head jolted, and he dove into the Factory Building without thinking.
Frank felt dizzy. It wasn't a hand grenade, it was flashbang grenades and concussion grenades! Frank lay on the ground, listening to the dense but orderly footsteps outside the door.
At the factory entrance, a bald man in a leather jacket stood at the main gate. Around him, over a hundred gunmen surrounded the factory area.
"Clang," "Clang!". "Damn it, it's hand grenades, go!"
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Explosions continued. The deaf-mute workers in the factory area had no time to dodge and were directly blown into the air by the hand grenades.
On the other side, although the effect of the concussion grenades hadn't worn off, Frank, relying on his powerful physical fitness, recalled the Factory Building blueprint/diagram, rolled to the back wall of the Factory Building, took out a phone-sized plastic explosive, and stuck it on.
"Boom!"
……
"Before reaching a high position, there is ultimately a difference between personal bravery and systemic strength!"
Everything in the Factory Building was transmitted in real-time to Tang Song via surveillance footage.
Matt Murdock was also a somewhat famous superhero. Although his strength wasn't very high, it was sufficient compared to ordinary people and gangs.
Frank had also been cultivating Zhu Yan Transformation for some time, but facing targeted, organized armed forces, he could only flee for his life.
"Boss!?"
Kane held a military sniper rifle, locking onto the conspicuous target tattooed on the bald man's forehead through the scope.
Kane turned his head, waiting for Tang Song to issue the command through the wireless communicator sewn into his collar.
"Take them down!"
Tang Song watched the fiery scene on the projector, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one gulp.
(End of Chapter)
