National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

The abandoned tank's hull was pitted and uneven, with large flakes of paint peeling off, revealing the rusted steel inside.

There were faded letters and icons printed on the wall, and the white lines had long since become blurred.

The inside of the fortress was eerily quiet, with corpses lying in all corners.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, with only the clanging sounds of a few footsteps echoing.

Alpha and Bravo cleared out the personnel inside the fortress, came to the door of the tank room, and turned on the rotating valve.

Dang Dang Dang...

The heavy iron door slowly opened, and evacuation information from other team members came through the tactical headset.

"Blackbird 1 has evacuated the airspace."

"Blackbird 2 loaded and ready to evacuate."

"Fire Team 1 confirms evacuation."

"Fire Team 2 confirms evacuation."

Walking out of the dull fortress, the fresh air outside hits you in the face.

The accumulated water flowed slowly on the ground, reflecting the faint light. In the dark rainy night, the entire fortress looked like a night city where the victors were partying.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the fortress palely for a moment. A helicopter whizzed through the night sky like a black steel insect.

Alpha looked up at the sky, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

Ci——

"Ah~" He fell to the ground exhausted, looking at his "teammates" behind him in surprise.

Alpha's eyes darkened and he looked up, barely maintaining his last bit of life.

"Blackbird 4 prepares to evacuate."

The tactical headset then transmitted the evacuation message from other team members, but the darkness was like an invisible hand, strangling his throat.

The cold rain slid down his face mercilessly. Bravo in front of him calmly placed the hard drive into the launch pad and operated it with both hands.

"Don't blame me, I'm just doing my job. You're excellent..."

With Minghe's skillful operation, the missile launch pad next to it slowly rose.

"but……"

"Your story shouldn't have ended here."

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see the scene where Renault is the enemy of the whole world..."

After preparing to fire, Styx raised his pistol towards Alpha.

"Thank you for your efforts. Good night..."

Ts—ts—ts—

"Uh-huh~"

……

……

……

Alpha is missing.

Styx did a good job, the peacekeeping mission was not successful, and the missiles were launched.

It also "happened" to shoot down a galactic transport plane, forcing it to make an emergency landing in the central area of ​​the Dark Zone.

Reinoil has to take the blame for this.

Tomorrow is the day I raid the farm, and this is also my third chance to rewrite my destiny.

If I fail in this mission, I will be demoted and transferred out of Carmona.

……

"Vesper, Opole, do you have confidence?"

"It has to be, sir!"

……

Malros was originally a fertile land, where the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, leading a peaceful and comfortable life.

But during the period when the war spread, earth-shaking changes took place here.

The wheat fields were unattended and occasionally one could see gray pigeons circling above.

The beacon tower under the broken bridge was filled with smoke, and the motels and stables added many scars and cracks of the war.

Broken tiles, collapsed houses, ammunition boxes and storage boxes everywhere containing supplies for combat.

……

The best time to occupy this place is, of course, at night.

Farms are difficult to defend at night because of the abundance of weeds.

In addition, the farm lacked night searchlight equipment, so night attack became my only option.

……

The sky seemed like a heavy black cloth, pressing down heavily and making everything airtight.

The stars struggled hard to reveal a little light, which was sparsely scattered in the endless darkness.

The moon seemed to be strangled by dark clouds, and only cast a few dim rays of light, barely outlining the vague outlines of the farm buildings.

Loading Zone.

Two soldiers wearing three armors and three helmets are standing guard here.

Occasionally I shook my sore shoulders, which felt like they were nailed to the spot like wooden stakes.

In the shadows, a masked man approached silently, quickly covered the mouth and nose of a soldier, and then silently twisted his neck.

"Who!" Another soldier noticed something unusual, but he also felt a sharp pain behind his head.

His vision darkened and he felt the ground suddenly rise.

"This is the belly snake. The loading and unloading area is clear. Over."

……

Grain trading post.

The mountains in the distance disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a bottomless black void.

Next to the file box on the second floor, two soldiers were playing cards and chatting.

The dim light barely illuminated the room, and messy books and miscellaneous items were piled on the table.

"Is it really okay if we don't go out on patrol?"

"There's no one here at this late hour. If there is anyone, it's probably rats. It's better to play cards here."

"really."

"I've told you so many times, don't leave these parachute ropes lying around, put them in the safe."

"Oh."

"I'm going to the bathroom. Please deal the cards carefully and don't cheat."

"rest assured."

As soon as the soldier stepped down the stairs, he was hit on the head with the butt of a gun by Opole who was at the corner of the stairs.

Opal quickly supported his body and laid him flat on the ground.

He gave a gesture to the man next to him, who immediately pulled out a silencer and shot him in the chest.

tz - tz -

Opal then went upstairs.

"Captain, the parachute rope is ready. Do you want taurine? I'll go downstairs to get two bottles." He walked to the second floor with normal steps. The soldier with his back to Opor was still shuffling cards.

He bent his thumb slightly, and the cards spread out in his hand like a fan. His fingers intertwined flexibly, and the cards were quickly shuffled in a dazzling movement.

His movements only stopped when the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"Brother, brother, let me go..."

Ci——

The opponent's head hit the table, and dark red blood stained the cards.

……

Tunnel highway.

Above the broken bridge, Hecate's night march troops migrated silently.

"This time the enemy is Ajax, my old rival." Hecate, wearing a belly button outfit, holding a fully modified MCX, spoke indifferently.

"Last time he lived in a turtle shell for three months."

"I won't give him another chance this time. Attack and end this quickly!"

A soldier fixed a carabiner to the fence at the edge of the road and descended from the sky with the help of a rope.

Each masked person in black was like Spider-Man in the dark, landing nimbly on the ground below.

Some even swung onto the roof of the hotel's backyard.

thump... thump...

The sound of the ground falling was inevitable, and Ajax in the main guest room opened his eyes sharply.

"Report to the entire team, a target has appeared!"

It was like telepathy. Even before he saw an enemy, Ajax took out the walkie-talkie and shouted.

Following his order, the Jacksons who were sleeping in the hotel and the stables suddenly opened their eyes like tigers.

They quickly got out of bed, and a closer look revealed that they didn't even take off their Spartan bulletproof vests to sleep.

On the bedside table is the weapon.