156 Assault on Japan (1)

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The C130 landed near Chicago, and the Tatars and Hanks' men, who had been escorting weapons and equipment with the "Greyhound" convoy, drove two buses to pick us up. On the bus, Hanks' subordinate Tatsumori told us that the weapons and equipment were hidden in an abandoned factory not far from the Japanese zone, but the Japanese seemed to sense something, not only cut off communication with the outside world, but also sent some people to set up several guard posts on the outskirts of the Japanese zone, and blatantly revealed their weapons. In addition, there is an anomaly, the police in Chicago have not been near the Japanese area since two days ago, and many homeless people who have been hiding in abandoned factories in the vicinity have been arrested. The evacuation of the police was almost the same time as the Japanese set up their posts, and there seems to be a tacit understanding between the actions of the two sides.

I asked Hanks, "What do you think the Japanese are doing?" โ€

Hanks frowned and was silent for a few moments before he said, "I think that since Curtis was killed, it must be that our boss has noticed something serious. If they judge that the situation is not under their control, they may choose to contact the Japanese. On the one hand, the Japanese already knew that their secrets were exposed and there was no need to hide them, and on the other hand, in order to show the sincerity of the contact with the Japanese, someone greeted the police. โ€

Big eyes expressed incomprehension: "If you really find out that the Japanese are engaged in some conspiracy, why don't you just kill them directly?" What big waves can a few hundred Japanese make in the United States? โ€

Hanks said: "Yes, the Japanese can't afford to make big waves, but don't forget that someone has to bear the blame if something happens." Since this matter was caused by a conspiracy, some people had to do their best to cover it up, and they would not allow it to come to light unless they had to. So getting in touch with the Japanese is a natural option for those people. We need to speed things up. Once they and the Japanese agreed, we never had another chance. I think we have to act the day after tomorrow at the latest. โ€

The boar asked the Tatars: "What do you think?" โ€

The Tatars said: "I think it will be possible to act tonight." I never thought I would have such a lot of firepower, not even when I was in the army. We can beat the Japs all over the ground for teeth. โ€

The bus took five hours to get to Detroit, less than 100 kilometers away, and in a dilapidated town, we changed cars and went into Detroit to meet at the meeting point, and then quietly entered an abandoned car factory only four kilometers from the Japanese Quarter, as Hanks' men had arranged. As I walked around the factory area, I realized that it was a really good battlefield because there were basically no people.

The large building of the automobile factory provided us with enough space to hide our weapons and equipment, and the heavy equipment loaded in the trailers of the "Greyhound" company was unloaded and hidden in the factory. Immediately after we arrived, we checked our gear again, ate something and took a short break in a sleeping bag.

At six o'clock we were called up, had a quick bite to eat, and each of us gathered our gear and waited silently for the time to attack. Hanks was the busiest at this time, constantly using a satellite phone to keep in touch with his men, and a female intelligence agent constantly monitoring the situation through the Internet. It seems that Hanks still has a very powerful organization, and within two hours, communications in the eastern United States were paralyzed by a virus, and there were multiple fires and shootings in Chicago and Detroit, leaving the police exhausted.

Seeing that the hands of the watch were pointing to ten o'clock, Hanks looked at me after throwing the satellite phone to the female intelligence officer. I looked at the boar again, and the boar shouted through the intercom, "All right, boys, let's go!" โ€

While all the fighters were carrying their equipment and boarding the vehicle, the female intelligence officer gently typed a string of characters into the computer keyboard, and the two electronic jamming vehicles parked in the other two abandoned factories received the signal and immediately began to work. It is planned that strong electronic interference will cut off communications over most of Japan, and of course it will leave a few very narrow band gaps for those of us to communicate with each other and operate drones.

Hanks, an electronics expert named Babu, tested the intensity of the electronic interference with a meter and said, "Okay, the Japanese have become deaf!" โ€

Hanks and I each jumped into a truck, and the boar yelled, "Boys, go!" The convoy, which had already been ready to go, immediately rushed out of the factory.

Not far away, the fire flashed twice, and through the green picture of the night vision device, you can see that two drones flew up from the slide under the action of the rocket boost, and by the time our truck had just advanced two kilometers, there was already an explosion ahead. Then a report came from the headset: "The No. 1 and No. 2 posts from which the Japanese have left have been cleared. โ€

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Several big living people died together with a cold drone at once, and they didn't even have a chance to shoot. It's not a human-to-human battle that I'm familiar with.

The battle has already begun, and the convoy does not need to hide its tracks at all. The team, which was almost at full throttle, covered the four-kilometre distance in just a few minutes. At the edge of a tall factory, Hanks' five special operations experts opened a sewer lid and began to infiltrate the interior of the Japanese zone in turn. The boar leaned his car on the side of the road, carrying his 12.7mm sniper rifle and the blues that had served him as an observer. I made a gesture to Bull and Heyer, who had mines in their backpacks, and helped Bogard carry his control equipment up the ladder to the roof of another tall factory.

I had just put down Pogard's controller when another dull explosion was heard not far away, followed by a report from the headset: "Killed five Japs." The Japs have already begun to react. Repeat, the Japs have reacted. โ€

Before the words were spoken, the sound of machine-gun fire rang out in the streets, and from me I could see tracer bullets shuttling back and forth in the streets. Shoe polish shouted in the headset: "Fake, the Japanese have set up a point of fire." I need cannons! โ€

And then I don't know who shouted: "The cannon is coming!" You hold it down. โ€

Then a few grenades exploded, and then an RPG dragged the tail of fire into the factory building that was spewing flames just now, and the violent explosion blew out half of the doors and windows of the factory. It was a thermobaric bomb, and there should be no living people in that firing point.

They immediately ran out of their hiding place and continued to move forward, but suddenly there was a continuous low sound of shooting not far away, and I hurriedly shouted: "Hide! Grenade launcher! Shade quickly! โ€

They are worthy of veterans, and when they heard the warning, they immediately found a place to hide. But the high-speed stray bomb flew fast, and in the blink of an eye, the grenade exploded where they had just been. In the flash of the explosion, I could see a person rolling there.

Blues, who was an observer for the boar, spotted the target and hurriedly instructed the boar. The boar fired a shot and said, "Clear!" โ€

Someone reported on the intercom: "The viper is dead!" Shoe polish hurts! โ€

The boar asked, "What about the shoe polish?" โ€

Shoe polish replied: "It can still be held!" โ€

Fack! Attacking defensive positions that have long been prepared by others is the most difficult battle. At the beginning, there were one dead and one wounded, and I don't know how many people will die in the battle below. Thankfully, the suicide drone operator reported killing more than a dozen Japanese people, which gave me a little more confidence. I turned back to Pogard: "Okay? โ€

Pogard tried the signal and said, "Okay, let's go." โ€

I said yes, and Bogard started the first driverless car with the controller. From the rooftop, I saw the car rushing forward along the road like crazy, and in the blink of an eye, it had crossed the line of fire. Immediately, the attention of the Japanese was drawn to the car, and at least a dozen guns of various types were fired at it.

The front and sides of these self-driving cars are equipped with steel plates, and ordinary bullets have basically no effect on them, and can only knock out a string of sparks on the surface of the steel plates. So the car swaggered down the highway and headed straight for the Japanese area. Presumably this frightened the Japanese, grenades and RPGs that had just come out of the car beckoned. This made Bogadede very addicted, and he operated the car to constantly drift left and right on the wide road, fast and slow, dodging a few grenades and an RPG, and the car rushed out for hundreds of meters.

Just as Pogard was getting his gratification, I saw the image from the camera on the car back to the controller suddenly shake a few times, and the steel plate rattled like it had been hit by a dense rain. Pogard scolded: "Fake! Directional mines! Be careful, everyone, the Japanese laid directional mines! โ€

His voice has not fallen,! I involuntarily closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them again, the controller was already black.

The loss of the first self-driving car was well worth it. The Japanese shot at it indiscriminately without knowing what was going on, and all of a sudden the pressure on the big eyes relieved them. The Tatars, who took the opportunity to blow up the places where the Japanese were hiding with bazookas and grenade launchers, quickly pushed forward.

When the self-driving car rushed into the depth of the Japanese, many Japanese who had not previously fired were exposed, and the sniper rifles and high-speed grenade launchers of wild boars and others took the opportunity to strike, constantly reporting the removal of targets. In addition, the Japanese also detonated some directional mines, and it can be said that the appearance of this self-driving car completely disrupted the Japanese defenses.

However, the Japanese were not helpless, and just after the boar fired another shot, I saw a ball of light fly up from the top of a building like a huge firefly, and swoop down on the roof of the house where the boar was staying.

Several exclamations rang out in the headset at the same time: "Missile! Boar Blues Beware! โ€

The warnings were mixed with the screams of wild boars and the blues. They had absolutely no time to leave the stairs, and I closed my eyes in despair.