Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 237 - 224: Transferring Fear

Chapter 237: Chapter 224: Transferring Fear

Stumbling and staggering,

it looked like he could collapse at any moment, but he just wouldn’t fall, shots fired, hammered and battered; in just a brief moment, the last assault team was gone.

Then, that person, he actually flew back.

Just when he seemed about to fall, he flipped and flew back.

I had no idea what word to use, nor did I know what else could possibly describe it, but over there at the head of the Oak Mercenary Group, they simply called it flying.

It chilled me to the bone, left my limbs icy cold, a frigid feeling enveloping my whole body.

Forty men, five teams, three small squads of four each, these three were assault rifle wielders, experts in indoor combat, the Oak Mercenary Group’s vanguard for such warfare—two were sent in first, and were wiped out by a hand grenade just as they entered.

There was another four-man squad, the best of the best, they hadn’t even entered when someone suddenly emerged from the window, hammered and shot them down.

Veterans with years of experience, an average age of forty-five in the assault squad, and they were just wiped out.

The remaining two groups had twelve men each, the core of the Oak Mercenary Group’s field operations; it wasn’t that they had any special skills, they were just regular infantry. After the assault squads had breached the defenses and made an opening, they would rush in, serving as the main force to conclude the combat.

Five squads, totalling thirty-six men, now all gone.

The police station was still there, seemingly in disarray, but the Oak Mercenary Group had vanished.

The leader was still present. He hadn’t joined the offensive; ever since becoming the leader, he didn’t do these dangerous sorties anymore.

And so, he had the opportunity to watch from afar as the team he had managed for so many years was obliterated in an instant.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

A string of meaningless yet cathartic expletives poured out until he ran out of breath, and after a deep inhale, the Oak Mercenary Group’s leader finally picked up the phone.

He dialed a number, waiting.

The leader had been holding his breath for quite a while; he just inhaled, not exhaling.

Finally, the call connected.

"I am Fire Extinguisher!"

The Oak Mercenary Group’s leader was known as Fire Extinguisher.

"Is it over? Was it a success?"

The person on the phone sounded anxious.

Fire Extinguisher could finally vent the breath he had been holding.

"Fuck, I fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck him..."

The Oak Mercenary Group was annihilated; there was no point talking about success or failure. Fire Extinguisher made this call to vent and to inform the Andic Group that the mission had failed, the operation was over.

Fire Extinguisher was notoriously foul-mouthed, but even toward the Andic Group, he dared to unload, which was indeed rare.

Finally, after a barrage of curses, Fire Extinguisher roared, "You said we were dealing with an assassin organization; you lied to me, fed me false intel to send me to my death! Listen up, this isn’t over!"

"..."

"The Oak Mercenary Group is finished, but this isn’t the end. I will... I definitely will!"

Was he going to take revenge? How could he take revenge?

Fire Extinguisher was at a loss for words.

The Andic Group person spoke softly, "Calm down, did you fail? Completely fail? Why did you lose, they were just six people, you shouldn’t have lost no matter what."

Fire Extinguisher’s blocked thoughts suddenly cleared.

"Yes! We failed, why did we fail? You need to tell us how much of the intel you provided was true. Sky Garden took refuge in a police station; didn’t you say the French Police would be after them? So why would Sky Garden take shelter in a police station?"

"A police station? Wait! Hold on!"

"You said Sky Garden was just an assassin organization—bullshit! You motherfuckers, did someone fucking crush your head when you were born? Were they even assassins? Was that an assassin organization? I’ve seen the Burning Legion, even the Burning Mercenary Group members weren’t this formidable! And you’re telling me that was just an assassin? What kind of assassin could single-handedly take down my assault squad?"

"Shut up! You idiotic squid Falke, shut up and listen to me..."

"YOU SHUT UP! I fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, for fuck’s sake! Sky Garden is not just some fucking assassin organization! That guy... he... he’s not human!"

He wanted to curse, but the filth couldn’t even make it past his lips.

Fire Extinguisher rarely stumbled while cursing someone out, but after a moment’s pause, having said ’he’s not human,’ he continued, "He flew out. He flew out from the window, just flipped to the side and flew out, with some kind of device, and a pistol, he just... just... in less than a second, took down my brothers, and then flew back. He’s not human! He’s just not human!"

Terror.

Fear doesn’t dissipate with higher status, increase in wealth, or broadened horizons.

On the contrary, fear grows as one gains more life experience.

Ignorance is bliss. As a person moves beyond the stage of youthful ignorance, knowing more and more, the things that cause fear multiply, and so do the people who inspire fear.

Fire Extinguisher experienced this transformation.

When he was young, Fire Extinguisher feared nothing. By middle age, he had learned to fear.

Fearing certain things is good; it keeps you from courting death.

The fear of the unknown is part of human nature, but for Fire Extinguisher, seeing completely incomprehensible people and events within his area of expertise—that he knew so well—was more than simple fright.

The foundation was not just destroyed; it was the least of concerns—the loss of future prospects was secondary. What mattered was that my principles had been rewritten, my life philosophy overturned.

It was like a faithful person having witnessed the true god, an experience beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Fear shifted.

Thus, Fire Extinguisher dared to unleash his filthiest profanities at the Andic Group, but in front of that not-so-distant true god, he didn’t even dare to speak up.

"Wait a minute, Falke! What did you just say? Police station? Are you saying Sky Garden is inside the police station?"

"Yes! Falke Figure! The target is inside the police station!"

"Damn you, you idiot, you weren’t going to attack the police station, were you?"

The voices of Andic Group’s people trembled.

Enraged, Fire Extinguisher retorted, "What else? Otherwise, how did my men die!"

The man from Andic Group gasped sharply, too afraid to think any further.

Forty fully armed men attacking a police station on French soil.

Could the CIA ever acknowledge such an operation? Lend the CIA a hundred guts and they still wouldn’t dare to.

Yet, it was critical that the Oak Mercenary Group had been dispatched on a CIA plane, using weapons taken from the CIA’s safe house.

If the CIA couldn’t acknowledge it, could the Andic Group withstand it?

"Who told you to attack the police station, damn it!"

Finally, someone from the Andic Group couldn’t help but furiously curse out loud.

"It was you, damn it, who ordered me to attack!"

Fire Extinguisher shouted back just as furiously.

He used to fear the Andic Group because of their power and influence, but mercenaries and assassins don’t interfere with each other’s business. Knowing his mercenary career was over, Fire Extinguisher had no reason to be polite.

It was all over, everything was finished, the end, alright.

Fire Extinguisher was quick-tempered, but he wasn’t stupid.

Just on the charge of attacking a police station alone, how could he possibly continue in France? And that was a concern for later; the immediate question was—how could he get out now?

Taking a helicopter back? Don’t joke—getting on the helicopter would mean getting silenced first, putting all the blame on himself for leading a bunch of mercenaries in an inexplicable attack on a police station.

In short, there was no way out; Fire Extinguisher wasn’t dead yet, but he was bound to go down with the Oak Mercenary Group.

Although being a Mercenary was just a business and his men were just employees, after fighting for over twenty years, having military roots, there were several brothers in the Mercenary Group who had shared life and death with Fire Extinguisher. Whether it was comradeship or brotherhood, given the circumstances, Fire Extinguisher couldn’t just let it go.

The plan had been to earn two hundred million dollars so everyone could get a hefty share, but now it was all over.

He should have realized that a mission valued at two hundred million dollars was not something his Mercenary Group could take on. He only thought the mission was so valuable because it was time-sensitive. He hadn’t considered that the target would be so tough. So, there was nothing left to say—he resigned himself to fate.

Fire Extinguisher’s tone softened as he sighed and said softly, "The Oak Mercenary Group is finished. It’s your fault for providing inaccurate information, and mine for being greedy, not to mention overestimating my own strength and picking a godlike opponent."

"No, no, listen, how many of you are left there? Listen, Sky Garden is not that scary, don’t be afraid, you..."

"Including myself, just four people left. And you’re telling me not to be afraid? Do you know what I saw?"

"What?"

"I saw the Grim Reaper. I saw the Reaper harvest lives. My thirty-six men, gone in less than a minute. You’re telling me not to be afraid? The enemy had no heavy firepower, no bombs, nothing. Yet they wiped out my men. And one... one... one person flew out in front of me, just dancing and wiped out my best Assault rifle squad, my reserve team, my trump card for crucial moments, all in an instant. What do you tell me that is?"

"He’s just an Assassin at best, specializing in close combat, you... try again."

"I try your damn..."

Fire Extinguisher cursed for the last time, then said hopelessly, "I’ll launch one final attack, but not for... forget it, you wouldn’t understand. Listen, it’s all your fault, you bastards!"

He hung up after that.

Then Fire Extinguisher went online to the Dark Web.

"I am Fire Extinguisher, and I hereby announce the Oak Mercenary Group is wiped out. I will initiate a final suicide attack. I want to warn everyone—don’t trust any bullshit from Andic Group; Sky Garden isn’t an assassin organization. They are a combat team stronger than any Mercenary Group I’ve ever seen. They are definitely not a damn Assassin organization!

I must tell you, the Oak Mercenary Group’s failure wasn’t my fault. There is a reaper in Sky Garden. When you see this mission worth two hundred million dollars, think about why it is valued so high.

Lastly, the attack the Oak Mercenary Group led in France against the police station was not aimed at terrorism but was a mission contracted by Andic Group against Sky Garden.

I have failed, folks. Don’t fall for the idea that Sky Garden is just an Assassin organization. That’s bullshit. They are too strong, strong enough to cause despair."

The post was somewhat hasty, agitated, and also tinged with sadness, so this ultimate farewell, akin to last words, wasn’t very well written, but Fire Extinguisher managed to say what he needed.

He clicked send, and the post was dispatched.

After posting, Fire Extinguisher let out a slight sigh of relief, then said to his remaining three men, "We have one last rocket."

"Boss, are we going all in?"

"Let’s do it, we can’t escape anyway."

Now that their boss had made their final declaration, the few remaining members of the Oak Mercenary Group had no thoughts of running anymore.

But Fire Extinguisher whispered, "Go all in? With what? Didn’t you see how fierce that guy was earlier? Use your heads. I’m just letting people know the mastermind behind this is Andic. Now fire the last rocket, then let’s start running for our lives. In any case, knowing it’s not human in there, we can’t just go in to die. Let’s just run and see how long we can last."