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Chapter 85: Annihilation of the Enemy
Night fell, dark clouds loomed over the city, and the sea breeze blew in from the harbor.

The target is the north wing of the management building, a two-story structure, with the dispatch control room and security duty area connected at the rear.

The group advanced in loose double columns, providing cross cover.

Anton was in third place, his pace was steady, his eyes quickly scanned the dark area, and he occasionally looked up to check if the window frame outline and the angle of the projection were abnormal.

"Northward observation complete," came the report through the earpiece. "Outside shift change just finished, two-minute window."

Upon hearing this, Anton made a "forward" gesture.

The team immediately sped up, climbed over the low wall, hugged the stacked containers, avoided the sunlit areas, and entered the loading and unloading alley.

Zhou Yi stood close to the oil drum rack, his right index finger resting on the protective ring, the muzzle of his gun slightly tilted downwards.

The entrance is on the side.

A sentry standing nearby was smoking and was turning around to flick cigarette ash onto his boots.

Upon receiving Anton's signal, one of the team members held his rifle horizontally in a low position, aiming at an angle that covered the axis of the line and the blind spot of the sentry post.

Zhou Yi stood up from behind him on the right, gripped the gun in one hand, and pressed himself against the wall to avoid being exposed.

The soles of the boots made only a very slight friction sound when they touched the ground, almost imperceptible.

He closed the distance to within one and a half meters, then suddenly accelerated, planted his left foot, and charged up his right arm to deliver an elbow strike to the opponent's ribs.

The sentry didn't even have time to turn around; he was knocked backward by the impact.

Zhou Yi raised his knee to press down on the opponent's lower body, lifted the opponent's head, and forcefully pressed it against the steel plate of the door frame.

He drew a dagger with his right hand, the blade slanting into the lower edge of his collarbone and piercing straight through the anterior edge of his pericardium.

The sentry let out a muffled groan, unable to even utter a scream. His throat muscles twitched from the nerves, like a fish pinned to the ground. His body trembled a few times before going limp.

Zhou Yi gently pushed him into the toolbox next to him and then covered him with an oilcloth.

Anton approached and patted him on the shoulder, as if to confirm.

Behind the door is a service corridor with a concrete floor and overhead pipes and old cables.

There's a camera bracket hanging in the upper right corner.

But the camera had already been removed, and the wires hung in mid-air, like nerves that had been pulled out of a limb.

At the end is a "T" shaped intersection, with the management building's circular passageway on the left and the elevator shaft and material warehouse door on the right.

"Red team enters the left flank, zero obstruction," a brief report came through the headset.

Anton, positioned in the front row, gestured for the three to form a team.

Several team members crouched against the wall, adjusted their rifles to a low position, and observed the angle.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded.

Then came the click of a lock opening.

The other party was unaware of the intruder's arrival and was still checking the cleaning room and storage door.

He was carrying a flashlight and a notebook, and he wasn't walking fast.

Anton pointed at the two men and made a gesture of "silent defeat".

The man who had previously cooperated with Zhou Yi hid in the shadows with a gun.

Zhou Yi quickly got up and moved forward, hugging the wall.

As the enemy drew closer, he took a step to the side, and with his left arm, he gripped the enemy's throat and shoulder joint from behind, locking him in a reverse grip.

The man's body was forcibly forced backward as he tried to struggle.

Zhou Yi held the knife in his right hand and inserted it two inches below his armpit from a diagonal angle.

After passing through the ribs, it lifts slightly upwards and severs the superior pulmonary artery.

The enemy's body jolted, unable to utter a sound, only twitching twice before collapsing to the ground.

Blood seeped into the cracks in the broken cement.

Zhou Yi crouched down and checked the other person's clothes—no radio, no shoulder light, no recorder.

It was just a routine night shift.

The formation continued to move forward and officially entered the second floor.

Just then, a muffled voice interrupted the team channel:

Yurchenko told us to go in through the back door.

Anton frowned and immediately checked the frequency to confirm that it wasn't their communication or the Red Team's.

Someone changed the route.

The next second, the security door in the distance was opened with a "snap".

A figure walked in, wearing a red and yellow identification armband on his shoulder.

With keys in hand and a gun tucked into his waistband, he was clearly preparing for a shift change, but he didn't follow the planned route.

Their eyes met, and the man's expression changed slightly.

Zhou Yi had already fired. Three short shots.

Before the body hit the ground, its fingertips brushed against the radio button.

The next second, the Red Team's channel on the other end exploded with messages:

"The enemy has moved in and entered the main building! Engage! Engage!"

Upon hearing this, Anton made a decisive decision: "The whole team advance, clearing the inner ring first!"

The yellow team quickly spread out, with five people going forward and three people covering the rear, and proceeded along the west side of the second floor of the main control building.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the main lighting had been turned off.

The left and right sides respectively connect to the conference room, the finance office, and the control room lobby.

A report came through the headset: "The Red Team is stalled and is expected to arrive in three minutes."

"Damn it." Anton cursed under his breath. "Group One, head east and block the stairs. Group Two, follow me."

The group quickly split into two groups.

Zhou Yi followed Anton and turned right, arriving at the blind spot of the security room in the controlled area.

Anton listened intently for a few seconds, and after confirming that someone was inside, he pulled out a stun grenade.

He made a brief retreating gesture to the back, then pulled out the pin and threw it into the doorway.

"Bam—"

A high-frequency explosion, accompanied by a bright flash, erupted inside the guard booth.

Two soldiers stumbled out, one after the other, clearly disoriented.

Anton knelt at the edge of the bunker, firing from a corner.

The first shot hit the enemy's shoulder, and the second shot hit his abdomen.

His figure collapsed.

The third person had just peeked out when he was shot in the head by the teammate on the right and fell back into the house.

At that moment, the Red Team's communication came through the headset, speaking very quickly:
"The main building guards are being mobilized; they're going to lock the doors."

Anton frowned: "Speed ​​up the process!"

The team moved forward, approaching the last L-shaped passage before the control zone.

Five port security personnel have set up defenses on the opposite side, using obstacles such as tables, chairs, and metal cabinets to establish a temporary firing line.

"Main firepower to suppress, open fire on the left flank first!" Anton said in a low voice.

"receive."

The gunner crouched in the corner, extended his gun out from the corner, and fired short bursts.

The bullet pierced the wooden table, sending up debris, and an enemy was shot in the head, falling to the ground.

The others began to fight back, but their vision was locked onto the longitudinal section of the corridor.

Most of the firepower hit near the corners, failing to create effective suppression.

Seeing this, Anton immediately ordered: "Advance to the right, alternating steps."

Two team members broke away from the rear of the group, crouched low and climbed over the broken cabinet, and quickly rushed to the other side of the corner to take cover.

Meanwhile, the enemy on the other side remained focused on the vertical firing range of the corridor, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Landing point to the right rear."

One of them said in a low voice, pulled out the stun grenade modified from the RGD-5 casing, pulled the pin, and launched it low along the right side.

The projectile bounced twice between the wall and the tables and chairs before rolling precisely into the blind spot of the bunker.

"Oh!"

The bright light instantly illuminated the entire corner area of ​​the curve.

One security guard was knocked to the ground on the spot, and the others tried to turn around and retreat in confusion, but were shot dead on the spot by fire from both sides.

At the same time, a "click" came from the door hinge, as someone tried to lock it from the inside.

"Quickly, get the pry bar!"

One of the team members quickly crouched down and pulled out a double-bar crowbar from behind to wed it into the door gap.

Another person knelt to the side, pointing their gun at the door as a guard.

The crowbar bit into the metal, and it twisted with difficulty.

Finally, with a snapping sound, the door was pried open with a crack.

Zhou Yi immediately stepped forward and kicked him away.

Inside the room, three uniformed technicians stood in the center, raising their hands in a panic.

(End of this chapter)