The sound of propellers whistled in the air, and five transport helicopters arrived above the 7th Institute.
When he looked at the dense crowd below, Horvat, who was wearing a pitch-black combat uniform, felt his scalp tingle. When he moved out, he was ready to fight the rioters with guns, but there was no sign of militants at the scene.
In addition to the wreckage on the ground, he only saw the protesters who had rushed into the institute from the air, as well as the broadcast vehicles from major media outlets around the world.
"Sir?" The mercenary sitting next to him gave him a questioning look.
After hesitating for a moment, Horvat pressed on the headset and ordered.
"Descend, prepare to rope down."
Five helicopters hovered in front of the main entrance of the institute, and dozens of special forces landed on the ground through ropes.
The protesters had rushed into the institute. Ambulances and fire trucks surrounded the entrance, stretchers and cameras shuttled through the field, and the scene was extremely chaotic. Police reinforcements from Ber were trying to control the situation and clear irrelevant people and media from the institute, but in the face of angry protesters and aggressive reporters, their efforts were futile.
Ber Sheriff Derek leaned against the police car. He transferred a hundred police officers from Ber as reinforcements, but it was still a drop in the bucket in the face of the protesters who had rushed into the institute.
Obviously, the reporters had found something terrible in the institute. The body bags with numbers were lined up in the open space in front of the institute, and the bruised and swollen director of the institute was carried into the ambulance. The protesters asked the police who should be arrested, and the police asked the same question to the sheriff. Derek didn't know how to answer this question, so he had to report this question along with the confusion in his heart.
However, so far, his superior had not given him any clear instructions. He just kept repeating one sentence – "control the situation."
With heavily armed mercenaries, Horvat walked to Derek's side and showed him the pass to enter the cordoned area … In fact, the pass didn't matter. The cordoned area was now full of protesters, and they couldn't be driven away.
"Where is Carlo?" Horvat glanced at the protesters and asked in a low voice.
"You mean the director of the institute? He has been carried into the ambulance. " Derek raised his chin and pointed at the ambulance next to him. "He looks miserable. You better be mentally prepared … When we snatched him from the protesters, we almost didn't recognize him."
Horvat's brows twitched as he walked towards the ambulance.
Looking at the mercenaries who squeezed into the crowd, the protestors on the side looked at them with hostility.
"Arrow? Where's our 9th Anti-Terrorist Brigade? When did Petri outsource 'counter-terrorism' to military contractors? "
"Who knows? Maybe they'll even outsource the votes next time."
"Aha, then I have to register a printing plant as soon as possible and prepare to bid."
Horvat ignored the protesters and pushed aside the demonstrators in front of him. He walked to the ambulance, showed the medical staff his ID, and carried Carol out of the surrounded ambulance. He used the sound of the gun bolt to scare away the protesters who were about to step forward. Under the cover of other mercenaries, he retreated in the direction of the helicopter.
"Sh * t, this guy's been beaten into a pig's head," a mercenary whispered as he pushed the stretcher onto the transport helicopter.
"As long as the person is right." Horvat glanced at him, ordered the paramedics to treat his wounds, and then returned to the crowd.
Although Carol was beaten badly, fortunately, he was still alive on the stretcher. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his superiors.
In addition to the director of the institute, other researchers surrounded by the mob were also waiting for rescue. When Horvat rescued the key researchers from the locked office back to the helicopter, Carol, who was dying, also woke up.
Horvat sat down next to him and stared into his eyes.
"Where's Jeff? Why didn't I see him? "
"Jeff …" It took a while for Carol to search for the owner of the name in his dizzy brain.
He coughed violently, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm his chest.
"He was taken away by the resistance."
"How is that possible, with Jeff's skills." A mercenary couldn't help but interject.
Horvat frowned, raised his hand, and stopped the man's words. He looked at Carol and asked.
"Tell me the details."
"The resistance hacked into the security system of the underground research institute and opened the alloy door. The last mercenaries and the resistance soldiers exchanged fire in the corridor in front of the main entrance, and Jeff took me to the office at the back of the laboratory. Then … "
"Then?"
Recalling the disaster that happened an hour ago, a trace of horror appeared on Carol's face. Suppressing the fear in his heart, he struggled to repeat the scene that happened at the time.
"Then they quickly pushed the front to the door and threw a grenade in. Jeff and the other three people fell down, but the grenade didn't explode. There was only a very faint electric noise, and then they couldn't get up. They were knocked out by the resistance soldiers who rushed in. If I'm not wrong, that should be — "
"EMP," Horvat muttered to himself and said the three letters for him.
…
In the manor in Finland, Carmen quietly listened to the report from his subordinates on the phone.
The 7th Institute was breached by the resistance organization that claimed to be the "Frankberg People's Liberation Front". They released the video of the battle in the basement. Not only did they release the evidence of suspected human experimentation to the world, but they also let in the protesters who blocked the entrance of the institute.
"Traces of EMP weapons were found at the scene," Johnson said with a solemn expression.
When he mentioned these three letters, he didn't need to guess to know who was behind it. Non-nuclear EMP weapons, only Celestial Trade had mastered this technology in the world. However, Carmen didn't expect that not only could they shrink the EMP and place it on unguided support rockets, but they could also shrink it further and shrink it into a portable grenade.
After listening to Johnson's report, Carmen didn't say a word. After a long period of contemplation, he picked up the phone and called the Krupp Group. He ordered the requirements of the "Lightning" kinetic skeleton for EMP weapons and then hung up the phone.
Johnson was left on the side for a long time. He waited for Carmen to finish the call, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.
"… What should we do now?"
"I allow you to use all the resources of Arrow in Frankberg. Find them and strangle them in the cradle."
"Roger."
Johnson nodded slightly and quickly left the office.
Carmen gritted his teeth as he stared at the closed office door. He stared at the Golden Apple on the table and said word by word.
"You will pay for your stupidity."
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