Chapter 1969: Chapter 1793: Get Down At this moment. Outside the factory. Silent. The psychological advantage just gained vanished in an instant, the clamor of the past few minutes couldn’t compare to the two shocking sounds now; seriously, these people are really fearless. Where is this? Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. You damn! Oh! Everyone was taken aback, recalling the scene from last month in Washington, the world’s most powerful nation, also near the capital, they were even more audacious, using surface-to-air weapons. Extremely reckless. In comparison. These two fireballs before us are far lesser. Calculating. The car is only worth about a hundred thousand dollars, including weapons, at most two hundred thousand; the scene in Washington, a fireball alone was worth millions, in comparison, this is really nothing. "Advance." The command to attack came, about fifty people divided into four groups. "..." This scene. Made everyone’s eyes turn strange. Are you... not afraid of death? In this situation, you should gather stronger firepower to annihilate the people inside; now you still want captives, you’ve lost both dignity and appearance. Also. Slow down. If you all expend yourselves here, we’re going to be next. No, please. Bro. Don’t be impulsive. Of course, these words were only said in their hearts, they are a blade, without thoughts, otherwise they can’t do this job, watching Kovalro’s people go in again, they can only pray inwardly. ... Greece. Manor. "..." The old man furrowed his brow. A bit worried, worried it would turn into a situation like Washington, a mutual destruction with no gain; this time, due to different tasks, this group of Kovalro members was equipped with cameras. Watching the footage. Not blinking. To be honest. If their people died so many, there certainly wouldn’t be such gentleness, but for Kovalro’s people, they don’t feel a pinch; tools, are meant for work, otherwise, what’s the use? Very quickly. The footage entered the factory. Quiet. But everyone knows, battle could erupt in the next second. Suddenly. "Bang." A shot rang out. One of the screen images froze. "Da-da-da-da!" This sound. Also sounded the call to arms; countless fires scattered chaotically inside the factory building, as it was a confined space, the echo was large, the shot earlier couldn’t pinpoint a position, only to suppress with firepower first. "Bang!" Another sound. Fixed another one. "Combat loss: five, forty-four remaining." "..." "Combat loss: ten, thirty-nine remaining." "..." "Combat loss: eighteen, thirty-one remaining." "..." "The footage is too chaotic, unable to determine enemy positions." "..." The old man felt a bizarre sensation. Urban warfare. Even with cover shooting, fighting couldn’t possibly be like now, where not a single enemy unit has been spotted; facing fire suppression and assault, they still fire sporadically instead of suppressing back. Very unreasonable. After all. If on the battlefield. Facing a military advance that’s nearing the heartland, you still counterattack sluggishly; apart from mindlessness, there is only one possibility --- the opponent is sure of victory, or perhaps, there’s an ambush behind? Advancing from all sides. Two minutes, nearly half were lost. On site. The atmosphere was very suffocating, after fighting for half the day, it’s all sporadic shots from opponents, without seeing a single shadow; the more they fight, the more something feels off because some weapons’ shooting spots clearly can’t hide people. Forty people. Turned into thirty, then into a dozen more. Then. They damn just vanished like this. "..." The old man opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say, having watched the battle just now, Kovalro’s people were all quite professional, but the opponent was too weird, their sporadic shots were terribly slick. "Complete annihilation." This result. Was hard to accept. "Apologies." Kovalro’s on-site commander contacted them to apologize. In response. The old man did not criticize; the battle earlier wasn’t because Kovalro didn’t exert themselves, it was even like they ’tested the waters’ for them, otherwise, the ones lying on the ground now would be their own men. "Next, you don’t need to participate." "Yes." No more words. Kovalro’s command cut the communication. "Huff." The old man took a deep breath. Next. Their people should take the stage. Suddenly. ’Clang’ sound. Through the footage. Just saw. A dozen or so people came up from the underground stairs at one corner of the factory building, picking up equipment; one person glanced at the camera, came closer, with upper face covered, cracked a grin, teeth... so white. "Bang!" Then. The screen went black, losing signal. "Bang bang bang." Quickly. One frame after another disappeared. "Enemy spotted." "Twelve in number." "American equipment." "Masked." "Did not find obvious special markings; for now, it seems they were previously hiding in the underground power distribution room of the factory building, which is a closed space and still unable to pinpoint the positions of participants earlier." "..." Listening to the report. The old man’s mind raced. Twelve? Certainly can’t be all, American equipment is also common. Soon. Most of the footage disappeared. "Move in." The old man decisively ordered, having finally seen some footage, cannot completely lose it; when the order was passed, his people ambushed in all directions, began to rush in, time waits for no one. "Damn." Next moment. The old man was startled almost jumping. "Get down." In the last frame of footage, a person walked to a processing table beside the factory building, unknowingly triggered some switch; the middle of the processing table sunk down, then, an iron thing rose. Dark. Two meters. Multi-barrel. Golden-brown metal chain, in the dim light, exuded a chilling glow; ten thousand "wow" words can’t ease the impact from this moment’s footage; it’s not like he never saw it. But. How did you get it in, damn? And. Dare to use it. "Get down." Receiving the command, all being elites, instantly reacting; then, the eardrum-wrenching deafening sound came; that familiar yet strange sound aligned with the frequency in memory. In an instant. "Wow." They had only this one word. "Boom!" It wasn’t a gunshot anymore, resembling a small cannon. "Clash!" Beside them, the sturdy cover got penetrated directly; fortunately, the angle was parallel, otherwise if hit on a person, that sight dare not to look at, everyone was lying down, covering their heads. Damn. How reckless are these people, to dare use this here. Need not mention. One can hear from afar, surely the police calls are exploding; maniacs, although Kovalro earlier was quite crazy too, at least it wouldn’t spread too far, and now, these people have no intentions of hiding. Shoot. Just comes one exciting round. But. They weren’t prepared, that level of firepower, even cover is futile, rushing up there’s unlikely to leave a whole corpse; one minute, a full minute, they dared not stand up. Afterwards. The sound stopped. Yet. They still dared not stand up. "Out of ammo?" "Should be, with that large guy, just from the ammo consumed earlier, it needs a truck to haul."