King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 886 - 798: Summoning Divine Punishment

Sanderson clumsily crawled out of a pile of rubble, struggling to drag the sniper 'Water Snake' out from the debris.

He checked 'Water Snake's' neck for a pulse and found she still had one. Sanderson then carried her over his shoulder, running towards the highest part of the village while shouting, "'Hemostatic Forceps' get ready, 'Water Snake' is injured..."

As he ran, he felt 'Water Snake' stir a little. He kept moving forward, slapping her thigh hard, yelling, "Don't move around, we're almost there..."

After sprinting up the narrow, rocky steps for a few minutes, Sanderson burst into the largest building in the village.

Seeing that 'Hemostatic Forceps' was already prepared, Sanderson gently laid 'Water Snake' on a table covered with a plastic sheet, then holding her hand, he reassured the Colombian female sniper, "Hold on, I'll write you a raise report once we get back..."

'Hemostatic Forceps' quickly examined 'Water Snake', then cut open her pants with scissors, revealing an inch-long wound...

Skillfully, 'Hemostatic Forceps' used pincers to grasp a bullet fragment protruding from the wound, then turned to 'Water Snake' and said, "The injury isn't too serious, I'll count to three...

One, two..."

"Ah...

********"

When 'Hemostatic Forceps' reached two, she forcefully pulled out an irregular bullet fragment the size of half a playing card...

As blood spurted out, 'Water Snake,' in pain, bolted upright, cursed 'Hemostatic Forceps's' family in a stream of Spanish, then fell back onto the table...

'Hemostatic Forceps' didn't care about the curses. She took a metal forceps to widen the wound and brusquely sprayed the wound with a washer, causing 'Water Snake' to shriek in pain again, her face turning deathly pale...

"oh shit..."

Sanderson firmly held down 'Water Snake,' who was trying to struggle, and turned to 'Hemostatic Forceps,' who was illuminating the wound with a flashlight, and yelled, "Can't you just give her a shot of morphine?"

'Hemostatic Forceps' confirmed the bullet hadn't hit an artery, grabbed a piece of gauze to press on the wound, and after signaling Sanderson to help press it, quickly pulled out a stitching needle, threading it while coldly saying, "Our situation is bad, morphine needs to be saved for the most critical moment for those with severe injuries."

As she spoke, 'Hemostatic Forceps' pushed Sanderson away, instructing him, "You can leave, call for reinforcements quickly, otherwise soon, more injured will be brought here..."

Sanderson watched as 'Hemostatic Forceps' stitched up 'Water Snake' as if she were sewing clothes, then administered an antibiotic, nodding, he responded, "I'll guard the perimeter, call me if anything happens..."

"Wait..."

'Hemostatic Forceps' suddenly grabbed Sanderson and sprayed his neck with the washer, causing a stinging sensation that nearly made him jump...

Looking at Sanderson, his face covered in dust, she shook her head, "Your neck is injured, if the wound was a bit further forward, your artery would have been severed...

Don't just tough it out, let them come in and then fight..."

As she applied a large adhesive bandage to his neck, she said, "Quickly ask your old flame how long till support arrives.

'Bullhorn' is too incompetent, he could have held them off longer outside..."

Sanderson helplessly shook his head, adjusting the rifle in his hand, and said, "It's not 'Bullhorn's' fault, it's just that there are too many of them on the other side..."

As Sanderson was about to return to his position at the door, he saw four clouds of smoke burst in the distant sky, followed by a series of explosions that covered the area where the mortar was located...

The intensive explosions, like piles of firecrackers being ignited by mischief-makers, accompanied by dense orange flashes and massive clouds of gray-black smoke, engulfed a large area.

Sanderson had seen such scenes of divine retribution many times before; those enveloped in the explosion range definitely couldn't survive...

Besides a few big brothers around the world, only our boss dares to use cluster bombs so recklessly!

"Cluster bomb, our Griffin has arrived, the boss must have reached the safe zone already..."

Sanderson exclaimed joyfully, then suddenly realized something, and shouted into the communicator, "Watch their moves with drones, these people will force their way into the village..."

Looking back at 'Hemostatic Forceps' with a grave expression, he remarked, "It's better than blindly suffering under mortar fire, right?"

'Water Snake,' realizing what they would face, struggled to sit up then jumped to the floor, inspected her equipment, and said, "Get me to the rooftop, I can't move, but I can still pull the trigger..."

Sanderson glanced at 'Hemostatic Forceps' who was tying a bandage for her, hesitated for a moment then nodded, saying, "Be careful..."

After speaking, Sanderson ran outside, pressing the communicator as he yelled, "Everyone, start moving! We need to block the two main paths, they must not get deep into the village.

'Bullhorn', send your men to high ground, I don't want to see RPGs flying around, got it?

'Duke', lead the 'Goat Squad' to the east side, there's a path there, don't let anyone sneak in."

"E Squad received, snipers go high, 'Ironman', 'Loom' move forward with me..."

"Goat Squad received, Machine gunners forward to coordinate with Team B to block the path, the rest follow me east."

............

Joe Ga sat in the backseat of an armed Hummer, resting with his eyes closed, hugging a rifle against the seatback.

The Hummers they used were sponsored by the United Nations, delivered by the Americans.

Initially, the United Nations promised a commission of 60 million, but only one-third was in cash, the rest was equipment begged from several big brothers' homes by UN personnel.

The Americans, due to the surplus equipment left in Iraq and Syria, used cheap Hummers and uncertain military aid timelines to swap for a large sum of money.

This money wasn't spent in vain, it all needed to be accounted for eventually.

Russia was much more straightforward. "I'll allocate two 'Doe' helicopters to you, parked in Damascus. If you can, come and fly them away yourself..."

The Americans delivered 40 armed Hummers for the task, but they stripped out all the advanced equipment inside.

Russia simply assumed an unyielding stance...

Most people would have accepted it, but Joe Ga was no "ordinary person".

Joe Ga secured the most important 'justification', so he didn't bicker over the arrival time of military aid. In the end, someone had to foot the bill.

The UN personnel's begging posture was off, but Boss Joe had ways to remind these wealthy families that promised goods needed to be delivered, and delays would incur penalties...

But now wasn't the time to worry about these matters. From the moment the convoy hit the road, the shelling of the safe zone hadn't stopped.

Teresa didn't dare use large-scale artillery, fearing she couldn't even pay off the debts with her own life.

But Boss Joe was different. To support Sanderson and his team as quickly as possible, Boss Joe ordered the bombing of all targets along the highway.

Groups of more than five were targets for shelling...

The sky hadn't completely darkened yet. The unmanned airship slightly reduced its altitude and swept over all the places Joe Ga and his team needed to pass...

Then the girls from the safe zone fought the most extensive battle of their lives...

For every coordinate they reported, ten thousand dollars were spent.

This excessively luxurious support lasted until Joe Ga and his team were 25 kilometers away from leaving the safe zone.

But it didn't matter anymore, as the first wave of artillery had scattered the ISIS terrorists blocked south of the bridge, allowing Joe Ga and his team to charge through energetically.

The following continuous high-precision artillery fire was extremely intimidating for veteran soldiers.

Any soldier with a bit of sanity would evacuate to other places and didn't have a chance to intercept Boss Joe and his team.

'Dagger' and 'Jazz' squads turned into a prairie by the side after driving about 45 kilometers...

After driving about a kilometer and realizing the vehicles couldn't continue, they dismounted, took enough ammunition, and quickly approached the direction of the small village.

They planned to first call for a bombing close to the scattered enemy groups to clear a path, then encircle and attack the village from the enemies' rear with Cloud Bombs.

'Hellhound' and his team swiftly moved several kilometers through the waist-high grass and then encountered a wave of ISIS terrorists...

'Hellhound' lay on a small slope, using a few meters of elevation with binoculars to observe around 600 meters away, where nearly 30 ISIS fighters were gathering...

These people used human-powered carts to bring large amounts of ammunition here, ready to supply to those up front at any time.

'Hellhound', crouching on the ground, took out a laser pointer, aimed it towards the enemy, then pressed the communicator and said, "This is Dagger Squad, the enemy's location is locked, requesting one guided missile, request code L-2-7-4-5…"

"Griffin Two received, I see your marked position, coordinates locked, keep concealed..."

'Hellhound' decisively signaled everyone to lie down, and then lying sideways on the ground, he drew a cross on his chest.

The P·B guided missile, which 'Hellhound' wasn't particularly accustomed to, as they were used to high-precision support.

That thing, if it deviated even slightly, could be a disaster for their own forces.

But what 'Hellhound' didn't expect was that the Griffin in the sky wasn't carrying ordinary missiles, but Cluster Bombs provided by Boss Joe.

A 250-kilogram Cluster Bomb, with the 'Professor's designed 'Pathfinder System'. As long as the pilot wasn't too bad, theoretically, the error wouldn't exceed 200 meters.

When a series of dense explosions came from the distant sky, 'Hellhound' instinctively looked up and incredulously exclaimed, "Oh shit, it's Cluster Bombs; did I fucking summon this?

Could this fucking get us sued?"

'Gunpowder', lying sideways on the ground stretching his neck to watch the dramatic scene afar, grinned and said, "P·B guys are really madmen, but I fucking love this..."

As he spoke, 'Gunpowder' looked at a buddy beside him, smiling and said, "We've found a rich and generous boss, when I get back, I'll let him see my butt; it's still swollen...

All those old blacks are madmen, maybe I could apply for some kind of injury compensation..."