13 opened their eyes.

The GX fog cleared, revealing the dazzling sun. David Clark looked ahead; the base was already in sight. He thought to himself, “It’s begun. Now let’s see who’s stronger.”

At the same time, in the underground base of TB City

“Have they arrived? The ‘Divine Punishment’ mecha squad?”

“Yes, sir! All four members and four machines have arrived and are in position. Please give the order!”

“David Clark, David Clark, now it’s my turn to make a move. You’d better be careful! Ha... ha... ha...” A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes said with a laugh.

The reporting officer broke out in a cold sweat behind the others...

Chapter 3: Revenge

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February 15, 2011, in the forward operations command meeting room of GX City...

“What the hell are you all doing?!” David Clark slammed the table and roared, “A transport unit of over a hundred people, and in four days, three teams have been mysteriously wiped out, not a single survivor, and this is within our own controlled area!”

“Commander Clark, I admit that the troops’ vigilance did drop after the holiday, but the responsibility isn’t all on us!” Captain Bolton, who was in charge of transport, argued. “From these attacks, it’s completely unimaginable. Each time, from the moment the unit was attacked to when reinforcements arrived, it was only about five minutes. Commander Clark, you said yourself these were over a hundred fully armed regular soldiers! And yet they couldn’t even hold out for five minutes? Afterward, there were no signs of large-scale troop activity around the scene, and some armored vehicles were blasted apart by small-caliber cannons that are hard to move...”

“Could it have been done by armed helicopters?” asked John Thompson, commander of the 4th Air Force Division.

“Let’s listen to this...” Captain Bolton walked over to the multimedia player in the meeting room and started it up. “Headquarters, headquarters, we’ve found an unidentified object on the road ahead. Is it our equipment?”

“Lei Zi (the reporting soldier)! Look! That thing moved!”

“What is that? Damn, it’s holding a cannon! Transport Team 3, go to level 1 alert, everyone stop the vehicles!”

“Lei Zi, jump! Ah! ...”

The recording ended, and the meeting room fell silent.

“All right, all right, that’s it for today’s meeting. Dismissed.” David Clark broke the silence.

All the officers present stood up in unison, saluted David Clark, and quickly left. They knew David Clark needed some time alone.

Secretary Brooks stood next to David Clark and whispered, “It must be the M country’s powered armor, right?”

“Call Special Ops Team 7 for me!” David Clark said coldly.

“Commander, are you really planning to use them?”

“Why not?”

“I think it would be more reliable to cancel the holiday, launch a full-scale operation, force those armored units to show themselves, and then wipe them out with heavy firepower,” Secretary Brooks said earnestly.

“No need to say more, I have my own plan. Just go call them.” David Clark didn’t listen to Secretary Brooks at all, nor did he want to explain why his own method wouldn’t work. The reason was simple: judging from these attacks, the enemy not only had unimaginable firepower, but their accurate intelligence network was the real headache. If a full-scale war broke out, they’d just keep attacking your supply lines, and before long, the frontline soldiers would starve. I can’t possibly send a thousand or two thousand people every time we transport supplies!

Secretary Brooks left the meeting room with a grim face. About ten minutes later, all members of Special Ops Team 7 reported in.

“After four days of rest, you should be ready to get back on the battlefield, right?” David Clark looked at the four people in front of him, who had once been disrespectful to him, and smiled.

“Commander, are you insulting us? Special Ops Team 7 was born for the battlefield. Letting us rest only messes with our mindset,” the middle-aged man said, staring straight ahead.

“Then let me send you back to where you belong.” David Clark was used to the way they spoke and didn’t feel awkward anymore.

“Awaiting orders!” The four of them said this almost in unison.

“No rush, no rush. Other than knowing you’re Special Ops Team 7, I know nothing else. Without understanding your specialties, I can’t give orders. Introduce yourselves first.” This was only the second time David Clark had met them. The day he returned to the base, he had immediately sent them to rest, as he was busy dispatching people to investigate the ambushes. By the next day, more attacks on transport teams had occurred.

“Code NO01!” the middle-aged man reported loudly. “Specializes in conventional assault firearms, close-quarters combat, demolition, planning, intelligence, communications, and operation of all existing mechanical equipment.”

“Code NO24!” the girl reported. “Specializes in all types of light pistols, close-quarters combat, interrogation, reconnaissance, assassination, infiltration, and operation of all existing mechanical equipment.”

“Code NO36!” the child reported. “Specializes in heavy weapons, close-quarters combat, covering fire, breakthroughs, large-scale destructive attacks, and operation of all existing mechanical equipment.”

“Code NO13!” 13 said coldly. “Specializes in sniper firearms, close-quarters combat, assassination, rescue, and operation of all existing mechanical equipment. Anything else requires level 1 national security clearance to inquire about. Commander Clark only has level 2 clearance.”