bookbashuk Chapter 117 Experts in Handling Biochemical Anomalies from the United Nations
Chapter 117 Experts in Handling Biochemical Anomalies from the United Nations
Chapter 117 Experts in Handling Biochemical Anomalies from the United Nations
It was about two blocks away from the intersection where the bloody hunt had just taken place.
On top of the ruins of a skyscraper that had been cut in half, Pei Qi sat unceremoniously straddling the edge.
The gale-force winds howled past hundreds of meters above the ground, yet they couldn't even stir the hem of his trench coat.
He held a pair of binoculars with brass rims and an amethyst lens in his left hand.
This seemingly retro monocular telescope can not only magnify distant images without loss, but also provide low-light night vision outlines at the edge of the field of view.
Through it, Pei Qi took in the entire smooth and seamless hunting show below.
In his right hand, he held half a golden carrot, crunchy and shimmering with an enchanted purple glow.
"Click, click."
After finishing the highly saturated food, Pei Qi put down his binoculars and let out a heartfelt exclamation.
"Heavy armored units establish a crossfire network, while army aviation units conduct vertical terrain suppression and mobility restrictions."
"Specialized enhanced individual soldiers will infiltrate from the flanks, utilizing the chemical properties of white phosphorus thermobaric bombs to disrupt the enemy's hyper-regeneration mechanism and carry out precise site destruction."
"Finally, take advantage of the target's momentary stun when it loses balance, and unleash a saturation barrage of main gun fire—"
Pei Qi chewed on a carrot and, from the perspective of the highest-ranking executive of the alliance's Asian branch, gave it extremely high praise.
"Putting aside those mystical and anomalous containment objects, this is practically a textbook example of a conventional stun-based weapon against a human-type biological weapon."
He looked down at the black soldiers below who were using napalm to clear away the mutated bacterial carpet, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Within the Global Supernatural Alliance, there are also specialized units responsible for dealing with biochemical mutations and plague anomalies, whose codenames are usually related to "white blood cells" or "scavengers."
If we compare this unit called "Blackwatch" to the GOC's bio-assault squad, without being equipped with reality anchors, ether-enchanted bullets, or even mind-blocking alloy armor...
The fact that they can achieve this level of tactical coordination and hatred separation control using only modern gunpowder weapons and crude genetic modifications is simply impeccable.
"The discipline and execution of this unit would definitely make it an elite force, even among the Supernatural Alliance's teams."
Pei Qi swallowed the last bite of carrot and slowly stood up.
His gaze swept across the neighborhood that had just been ravaged by gunfire, looking deeper into Manhattan.
There, the sky had been stained a dark red by the dense viral spores.
The skyscrapers resembled skeletons that had grown flesh and blood, and the massive, dark red viral carpet, like the blood vessels of some enormous creature, spread wildly across the ruins of the city.
That place is the "Red Zone," which has been completely abandoned by the military and is overrun by monsters.
Several extremely concealed heat source signals suddenly flashed on Pei Qina's retina, which was enhanced by tactical goggles.
Those signals didn't roam the streets like ordinary infected people, but lurked like ghosts in the shadows, on dilapidated rooftops, and even—in the blind spots of the Blackwatch's clearing route.
"However, it seems I'm not the only one paying attention to this battle."
Pei Qi's lips curled into a faint, cold smile as he casually shoved the binoculars back into his seemingly empty inventory.
"It seems that there are still many hidden corners in this city that has been devoured by the virus, which need to be cleaned up. Meanwhile, at the temporary blockade of the crossroads."
The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated when the engines of the armored vehicles emitted a deep roar.
The Blackwatch commander was sitting at the rear door of a Stryker armored command vehicle.
He held a tactical tablet in his hand, the screen displaying data on ammunition consumption and armor damage from the recent hunt.
"Well done. Two M1A2s sustained minor scratches, the Apaches consumed a full load of chain gun ammunition, two reinforced soldiers sustained minor injuries, and there were zero deaths."
The commander flicked his cigarette ash with satisfaction, his tone revealing an almost arrogant optimism.
"If our troops can maintain this casualty ratio, and ammunition supplies keep up, sending all those bastards called 'Hunters' to the incinerator and completely recapturing Manhattan's Yellow Zone will only take about two weeks."
However, the adjutant standing next to him was not in the same good mood.
The face hidden beneath the gas mask was taut, and the voice that came out was cold and clear: "Sir, if I may be frank, this optimistic estimate is not true in reality."
The adjutant extended his tactical gloved hand and drew a top-secret combat record on the tablet.
"Based on combat data analysis within Blackwatch, the 'Hunter' bio-weapon does not follow a simple linear power accumulation principle."
"They are mutants with a high level of intelligence for group hunting."
"When they are alone, we can use heavy firepower to kill them. But once their numbers reach two, or even form hunting groups of three to five—"
The adjutant paused for a moment and pulled up a few seconds of video footage.
Two hunters, one in front and one behind, one used its body to withstand the tank's main gun, while the other used the building's wall to perform a diagonal jump, tearing the Apache helicopter in mid-air in two.
"Once they roam in large numbers, their combat threat will increase exponentially."
"Their flanking maneuvers, firepower to draw enemy fire, and aerial attacks are far beyond what a few tanks, a helicopter, and four D-Code soldiers can handle."
The adjutant turned off the recording, his tone grave: "Sir, please don't be blinded by the victory we've achieved. Our unit's mission is merely to clear the outer, lightly infected areas."
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"The fact that we were able to catch a lone hunter here today is purely because it left its lair in the red zone while chasing a few civilians. This is extremely rare luck."
"If we really encounter a group of hunters, we will be the ones who are wiped out."
The commander's smile vanished. He knew, of course, that his adjutant was telling the truth, but he needed that optimism to maintain the morale of his troops.
Just as he was about to retort, a rapid notification sound suddenly rang out from the encrypted communication channel inside the adjutant's helmet.
The adjutant listened intently for a few seconds, then his expression behind the mask suddenly changed.
"Sir, we have just received an out-of-command report from Washington."
The adjutant's voice was low, but it couldn't hide the surprise in it.
"The notification stated that the UN Security Council had just forcibly dispatched a biohazard incident handling expert" to inspect and assess the current uncontrolled situation regarding the Manhattan virus.