Chapter 239: Raging Fury
“Fuck—how dare they do this to my people?!”
Seeing what was happening inside, Hansen lost his composure for the first time. He slammed his fist into the nearby wall, leaving a deep crater behind.
“Move in. Wipe out the Voodoo Boys inside!”
“Yes, sir!”
The BARGHEST unit moved immediately. Electromagnetic scans activated in an instant, and the netrunner units of both the Voodoo Boys and BARGHEST collided head-on. A silent war erupted, one without gunfire.
Inside the Petrochem Stadium, every Voodoo Boys position was laid bare under the electromagnetic sweep. There was nowhere left to hide.
Hansen spotted Yuri and Murphy at a glance, still fighting their way through the chaos.
Crack!
Without hesitation, Hansen led a squad straight into the stadium.
They ran directly into Voodoo Boys members coming down from the second floor.
Slash—
Before anyone could react, a dagger buried itself straight into the forehead of one Voodoo Boy. In the same instant, a dark figure drove a boot into the face of the one at the front.
Bang!
The heavy impact snapped everyone back to their senses, their eyes turning toward Hansen charging into the crowd.
The BARGHEST troops who had entered with him raised their weapons and opened fire. Their precise marksmanship cleanly avoided Hansen’s position while cutting down the Voodoo Boys closing in around him. At the same time, they moved rapidly to tighten their formation around him.
Hansen dropped the man in front of him with a single shot, then twisted sideways, grabbed another opponent’s gun barrel, and yanked it upward.
Bang!
The round fired—but it wasn’t Hansen’s blood that spilled.
A flash of silver cut through the air. After a spray of red, Hansen rolled clear of the encirclement, leaving behind a final gift.
Boom!
A high-powered fragmentation grenade detonated, blowing several nearby Voodoo Boys apart like fireworks.
“Move! Support Yuri and Murphy!”
Hansen wiped the blood from his face and issued the order.
Meanwhile, Yuri and Murphy were barely holding on under the assault of their former teammates.
The men had lost all reason, but their sheer firepower made a frontal breakout impossible.
“Yuri, where the hell is your Sandevistan?!”
“You think I can spam that thing?! Might as well wait for backup! We’ll talk when we’re actually about to die!”
“What, you running out of juice already?!”
“Fuck off!”
Yuri cursed and activated Sandevistan. Time seemed to freeze for a heartbeat as his body shot forward.
He closed in immediately on the most dangerous riflemen, raised his pistol, fired, and then tossed an electromagnetic grenade into the middle of them.
Buzz!
“Hah… hah… satisfied now?”
Yuri tilted his head and looked at Murphy.
Murphy’s cybernetic eyes switched into scan mode. Most of the hostiles were down, though a few were still moving.
“Yeah. Let’s punch our way out.”
With that, Murphy vaulted out of the shop and opened fire, dropping one enemy who had just gotten back on his feet.
Yuri followed up, putting down several others who were close enough to reach for their weapons.
“Fucking Voodoo Boys…”
Yuri spat the words, a flash of killing intent crossing his eyes. Not long ago, these people had been their brothers.
Just as they finished clearing the area, Hansen arrived.
“How are you holding up?”
“Yuri and I are fine. But Jett and the others…”
Hansen nodded. His expression didn’t change, but he committed the loss to memory.
“They’ve already pulled out, right?”
Bridget asked Placide beside her.
“Yes. The key facilities and data have been transferred. Let’s go.”
Placide nodded, tilting his head as a signal.
“Once we’re out of here, we head to Santo Domingo. Pacifica isn’t safe anymore.”
Bridget spoke as they moved.
When Hansen led his assault into the stadium earlier, they had already slipped out through the opposite side with the critical data and equipment. Militech’s familiarity with the area couldn’t compare to theirs.
“I’m afraid you two aren’t going anywhere.”
A young-sounding voice suddenly spoke up beside them, drawing both their attention.
V, clad in combat gear, stepped out from the shadows.
Placide didn’t hesitate. He swung his arm, pulled a shotgun from his waist, and fired.
Bang!
The next instant, a crushing pain exploded in his chest. His vision lurched backward as his body slammed hard into the wall.
“Kh—!”
Placide spat out a mouthful of blood and forced himself back to his feet, fury etched across his face.
Data streamed across Bridget’s eyes as she launched a direct intrusion.
“Aaaagh!!!”
The moment her data entered V’s ICE defense space, a violent surge punched straight into her brain. The agony tore a chilling scream from her throat.
“Bridget!”
Placide’s eyes shook. He knew her netrunning skill better than anyone—yet she had been taken out without any chance to fight back. It was unthinkable.
“Nice work, Sasha.”
V praised calmly, then slung the unconscious Bridget over her shoulder. She walked over and kicked Placide hard, knocking him out cold.
“What about this one? You bringing him back too?”
“No thanks. I’m not carrying that big bastard.”
V shrugged, grabbed Placide by the back of his coat, and dragged him off.
The disturbance caught BARGHEST’s attention, but they didn’t divert many forces—just a three-person squad was sent to check it out. The main battle was still ongoing.
It didn’t take long. With Levson’s support, Lindell and Bennett cleared out the remaining Voodoo Boys along with a handful of troublemaking locals.
During that time, Hansen finished securing the Petrochem Stadium. Only after full control was established did he learn that the Voodoo Boys’ key figures had already escaped.
His expression darkened briefly before settling again. He would settle this debt sooner or later.
“Hansen’s operation went smoothly. It’s time to let Jett’s side move.”
Having observed the entire sequence, Roland nodded and spoke to Lissandra. By then, Lissandra had already returned from the Blackwall—with something extra in tow.
Author's Note
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