() Because the bunker on the map is not far from the city, Aaron wore the U.S. Army's Future Warrior Power Exoskeleton when they went out, although it is not as good as Aaron's own exo, but it also has auxiliary power and three defense systems, which is also among the best in various countries.

"We have left the coast, we are going deeper, we are only five kilometers from the target, ETA 120 seconds!" The pilot, dressed in a thick chemical protection suit, shouted sullenly.

"Roger! Check your equipment, check your oxygen, and see if your hazmat suit is in good condition, I don't want that guy of you to die here because of the torn hazmat suit! Price went back and forth in the cabin checking the crowd's clothing.

With a jolt of the fuselage, the Osprey's aft compartment lit up with a green light, and the SEALs and SAS quickly and cautiously jumped off the springboard.

"Call HQ, we've arrived at our destination and are now approaching the bunker! Over"

"HQ understands, sledgehammer, be careful! Complete! ”

"Okay, now I'll make arrangements, after entering the bunker, Aaron, you come to be the vanguard, the ghost you follow Aaron, the Navy SEALs, you leave two people to guard the gate, and the others enter with us!"

"Understood! Leave it to us! The Navy SEAL sergeant major nodded.

"Everyone, keep an eye on the Geiger counter at all times, and report it immediately if the radiation level is too high! Advance! ”

Stepping through the dirt pit one deep and one shallow, Aaron suddenly stopped as he ran.

"What's wrong?"

"Sledgehammer, there are civilians ahead!" Aaron raised his rifle and looked at it carefully with his binoculars. After confirming that it is correct, he said.

"Damn it!" Price also saw the civilians who were hundreds of meters in front of the team, they were all lying on the ground dying, many of them had severe burns, radioactive dust had entered their bodies with their breathing, and even a few of them had begun to vomit in place.

"Help us!" Seeing the armed soldiers entering, many civilians who were still conscious immediately raised their hands for help, and even a few soldiers of the Assad army, who dropped their weapons and surrendered with their hands held high.

"HQ, we have encountered a large number of refugees and are in urgent need of medical assistance!"

"Understood, Sledgehammer, we've sent a medical team, and you're on your mission!"

"Understood, HQ, we'll move on!" Price turned off the comms and pulled a medical kit out of his backpack and stuffed it to a burned civilian.

"Sorry, we still have a mission, the medical troops are on their way!"

"Everybody, keep going!"

Aaron also discovered a shortcoming of the medical platform, those who were burned, their injuries were alleviated with the help of the medical platform, but there was nothing they could do about the radiation they were subjected to, the medical platform repaired their cells, but their radiation was very severe, the repaired cells were killed, and in the end Aaron could only drop some morphine on those wounded.

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"Bang!" The steel gate was torn apart by the breaking explosives, and before the smoke cleared, more than a dozen soldiers with auxiliary weapons appeared in the smoke.

"Puff puff!" As soon as several armed militiamen who heard the sound rushed into the long corridor, a dense rain of bullets was fired into their faces, and several people fell trembling. Then Aaron, holding the 49SAW machine gun, strode over the corpses on the ground and pushed deeper into the cave.

The armed militia, caught off guard, did not even have a chance to fight back, and when they encountered a locked door, they put explosives on them, and threw throwing objects if they did not lock them, and in less than ten minutes, all the rooms in this bunker were cleared by everyone.

"Assad was not found!" The Navy SEALs examined the bodies and found nothing.

"He ran away?"

"No, look at this!" Aaron suddenly crouched down and ripped off the scarf from one of the armed militiamen.

"Caucasians?" Seeing the face of this corpse, everyone on the side was a little surprised. Seriously, even mercenaries are rare in Assad's army, and he himself prefers an army made up of locals, of course, he occasionally lets Caucasian people come as instructors, but those instructors ran away before the American troops landed, so where did this guy come from?

"Don't worry about it for now, take a few pictures, and we'll go back!"

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"These damned Americans, they're like vultures that smell carrion! I really should give Assad a few more nuclear bombs, preferably to explode on American soil! ”

In the dark and damp tunnels, Makarov stumbled and scolded while walking, in fact, the intelligence department of the US military made a mistake, it was not Assad who stayed in that bunker, but Makarov who came to watch the battle, Makarov was going to stay in the bunker for a while, and then leave after his subordinates came to make up and leave after the humanitarian medical team came, but he had just made a satellite phone call with Zakaev, and the gate of the bunker was blown open, Assad's army is no match for the wolf-like special forces, so Makarov ran out of the emergency escape tunnel, and the entrance to the tunnel has been blown up by his bodyguards, that is, the guy killed by Aaron, so Aaron and they missed a great credit.

"So what do we do next?" Makarov was followed by a young man in his twenties, who was very vigilant, and when he took two steps, he would look back to make sure he didn't have a tail behind him.

"Find a way to get out of here first, put on your gas mask later, Yuri, I don't want our stick guy to die of radiation sickness!" Makarov took out his phone, looked at the time, and then slipped it back into his pocket.

"As soon as we leave the cave, you inform Zakaev and ask him to send someone to pick us up, remember, tell him, don't let Assad's people come, I bet that as soon as we show up with Assad's people, those guys will immediately arrest us and interrogate us!"

"Understood, Mr. Makarov, but what if we meet the Americans if we don't contact Assad?" The young man named Yuri asked again.

"We are volunteer teachers in Lashka, who fled that city in the war, so to speak, those Americans will not really seek verification anyway, that city is destroyed, who can testify!"

"I see, but it's a pity that this land is gone, and now it's owned by the Americans!" Yuri's face was angry.

"It's okay, when we destroy them and rebuild the great Soviets, this will be our land, now, let them laugh for a while!"