King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 767 - 700 High Quality Raid

767: Chapter 700 High Quality Raid

767 -700 High Quality Raid

Joe Ga couldn’t see the actions of Delta Force and Jazz Squad on the rooftop, but the bomb expert from ‘Ferryman’ and Rabbit Squad rappelling down the external wall between the third and fourth floor windows looked really cool.

Grace Reed had been hit twice on the back, and now her head was hurting a bit.

A black-suited bodyguard tried to comfort her, but she rejected him.

Grace was beautiful, but she inherited the farmer’s temperament of the Reed family.

She felt that her two bodyguards were too weak; they clearly had an opportunity to rush out earlier.

Grace didn’t understand the pressure of the bodyguards.

At that time, they were near the exit, walking towards a group of terrorists, and gunfire was also heard from the entrance behind them.

If they weren’t responsible for protecting Grace, the two elite bodyguards would have tried to rush out, even without guns, but they didn’t think they were tough enough to attempt an escape with a woman who was six months pregnant. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Staying put and trying to negotiate with the terrorists seemed like a better opportunity for them.

But because of her experiences in Austria, Grace not only lacked a sense of security but also disliked relying on others, especially when the two bodyguards were hoping for the Iraqi military police to come to their rescue…

The two bodyguards were named Rick and Martin.

Rick, the younger one, didn’t like Grace’s impulsive temper, which is why he was busy continuously sending signals outside.

When he got a response from the outside, he had no time to deal with Grace’s moodiness and chose to focus on transmitting information…

Martin, a middle-aged man, was steady and experienced.

He showed no temper in the face of the terrorists’ intimidation, just kept shielding Grace from the terrorists’ malicious stares, and distracted them, making it easier for Rick to act.

Gradually, Grace noticed something because there would be strange flashes of light on the perimeter wall over two hundred meters away, and Rick’s breathing would become rapid because of them.

Grace tilted her head slightly and glanced at Rick with peripheral vision, whispering, “Has something happened?”

Rick slightly lifted his head to look at the top of the floor-to-ceiling window outsider where a thin, flexible endoscope had appeared.

He turned his head towards Grace and said, “No matter what happens later, don’t make any noise, understand?”

After saying that, Rick turned to a nurse from the medical team that had come with him and said a few words quietly.

There were 12 people standing by this floor-to-ceiling window, mostly part of Grace’s team.

They couldn’t exactly speak of tacit understanding, but there was a basic level of trust at this moment.

At this point, Grace finally realized that Rick wasn’t frozen by fear against the window and too scared to move.

Just as she was about to pass a message to Martin next to her, Martin smiled at her and shook his head, whispering, “Miss Reed, no matter what happens later, don’t make any noise.

Don’t be nervous, and make sure you don’t leave my side.”

As he said this, Martin looked back at the patrolling terrorists and noticed they had moved away from the area near the floor-to-ceiling window…

Then, Grace saw a ‘Spiderman’ with a headgear rappel down the external wall and quickly attached strip explosives to the top and sides of the floor-to-ceiling window.

With the coordination of teammates on the rooftop, the bomb expert’s actions in mid-air were very quick.

Before the patrolling terrorists returned, the expert signaled to those inside with a ‘push hard’ gesture and was pulled up.

Grace didn’t know what the people outside were planning to do, but she saw the lion’s head emblem on the bomb expert’s arm, a symbol she could never forget in her lifetime…

“It’s P·B, they’ve come!”

Rick, looking at the distant flashes, pressed his forehead against the glass and strained to look down.

He saw two dark-skinned South Americans holding a large box labeled as an airbag against the external wall on the first floor.

Now understanding the plan of the people outside, Rick relaxed a lot.

He heard Grace’s words and frowned, saying, “P·B?”

Grace stealthily glanced at the patrolling terrorists who were approaching and whispered, “Yes, P·B, they are here to rescue us…

Don’t talk; once there’s an explosion outside, we’re going to push hard.”

Rick, seeing Grace’s emotions suddenly stabilize, and even beginning to console him, shook his head incredulously and whispered, “There’s an air cushion prepared below; when it’s time, you must follow my instructions.

You have to wait for the air cushion to inflate before you jump.”

Grace seriously replied, “I know, don’t be scared.

P·B has ways to ensure our safety.”

Rick looked at Grace’s composed appearance, blinked a few times, and eventually pinched his nose, saying, “You’re right, maintaining confidence is important!”

The terrorists seemed to have noticed their whispering, and a patrolling Big Beard stormed over, waving his gun butt and striking Rick in the back…

Just as he was about to raise his rifle again to hit the outspoken Grace, the bulletproof glass in front of them suddenly exploded into a small hole, and a large cloud of white smoke appeared in the laminated layer in the middle of the glass…

An armor-piercing bullet penetrated the bulletproof glass, slightly altered in its flight but still accurately hitting the terrorist in the head…