Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 338



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Side story 44: Jungle battle

As Miller ran through the grass, his breath smelling sweet, he heard the sound of a helicopter.

It wasn’t the sound of an American military helicopter operated by the Colombian military, but the sound of an old-fashioned ‘Jet Ranger’ helicopter operated by the cartels in the jungle.

Miller tried to find an area where the branches and leaves were so thick that the sky was not visible.

But the jungle he was passing through was a place without any large trees, just thin tree trunks and vines tangled like threads.

Miller took out the ghillie suit that was pinned to his trouser and started putting it on.

Wearing a camouflage suit that was heavier and smellier due to the moisture, I tried to look for helicopters in the night sky.

Soon, we spotted two Jet Ranger helicopters hovering about 300 meters above us, fortunately the helicopters had searchlights mounted on both sides of their nose and fuselage illuminating the bushes.

Miller sighed in relief at the sight.

Kelton, a former commander of the Australian Army Special Forces, is known to have white mercenaries he recruited himself in addition to the existing cartel mercenaries.

These 12 mercenaries, who came from various backgrounds including the French Foreign Legion, the British SBS (Marine Special Forces), the US Marine Corps Force Recon, and the Iraqi Golden Division (the Iraqi Army’s special forces trained by a multinational force), were called the ‘Devils of Frontino’.

They tracked down informants from rival cartels, Colombian military special operations teams, and even investigative journalists from Western media who had infiltrated the Frontino jungle, then made sure they never showed up again.

For this reason, these mercenaries, including Kelton, were notorious among the Colombian military and rival cartels.

It was also Frontino’s demons who stopped Miller’s local operatives from blowing up two of Salvatore’s cocaine factories.

They hunted Miller’s team members using HK416, HK417, and SCAR-L automatic weapons equipped with the latest Western optical equipment, as well as quadruple-lens night vision goggles for close-range precision night combat, and even helicopters equipped with the most advanced night detection and tracking equipment.

The reason Miller was relieved to see the cartel helicopters shining their searchlights in all directions was because if Kelton’s mercenaries were here, they wouldn’t be using such visible lighting.

Miller’s team members were massacred while planting remote-detonated bombs around a cocaine factory built deep in the jungle. They were bewildered by the sound of helicopters circling without any lights, and then fell to the ground when large-caliber sniper rounds flew from the night sky, blowing up their heads and torsos.

Miller was able to track Kelton’s mercenaries through radio communications, using the latest thermal imaging and night vision equipment to kill his comrades as they tried to escape into the jungle.

Anyway, the ones targeting him up close tonight were cartel mercenaries.

A moment later, one of the helicopters circling the area flew west.

And the remaining one continued to circle above here, gradually increasing its altitude.

Miller whispered quietly, “Shh.”

Because the helicopter’s turning radius included the point where Miller was hiding.

As if to prove his fears unfounded, soon the cartel’s search helicopters began firing flares towards the ground.

Now, a full-scale search process began.

At first, two flares were dropped, but soon three or four flares were dropped, and the entire bushes were brightly lit by the flares dropped by the helicopter.

In the dizzying array of moving lights and shadows they cast, Miller tried to spot the cartel mercenaries.

He held the AKS47U with a heavy silencer mounted on the muzzle and very slowly turned his head to look at the surrounding grass.

Then, a Jet Ranger flew over Miller’s location.

Then three more flares fell from above into the jungle, illuminating the bushes around Miller as if they were broad daylight.

At that moment, Miller held his breath.

The cartel mercenaries had come within 10 meters of him while he couldn’t hear any surrounding noise because of the sound of the helicopter.

Five mercenaries were approaching Miller from his nine o’clock position, swinging down tree trunks and vines along the jungle road.

Besides them, the bushes were seen swaying at a distance of 60 to 70 meters in Miller’s 12 o’clock direction.

Miller looked in the direction of movement of these two search parties and realized that more search parties were advancing in formation in front and behind him.

At first, Miller and his colleagues neutralized the search dogs deployed by the cartel mercenaries by pouring cocaine powder on the ground.

Because of this, the cartel search team moved without search dogs in subsequent searches, supported by reconnaissance drones and helicopters, and, contrary to Miller’s expectations, they were using much faster and more accurate search tactics.

Instead of the submachine gun, Miller pulled a silenced pistol from his thigh holster.

However, because of the mercenaries nearby, he had no choice but to kneel on both knees and keep his pistol at his side.

When he placed his right hand holding the pistol in front of his torso for a quick shot, the grass stalks surrounding him were in pursuit.

Before he could even think about how to deal with the situation, the mercenaries closed in on Miller’s position.

Miller was forced to hide in the grass and watch the mercenaries approach from his left.

The mercenaries moved quickly when the flare gun was in the air, but moved slowly when the flare gun completely disappeared.

Then, he came within inches of Miller’s nose, and Miller disengaged the pistol’s safety with just the tip of his finger, and pulled the hammer back.

Soon, the mercenaries’ whispering reached his ears, along with the sound of footsteps clattering on the rain-soaked floor.

Cartel search helicopters dropped flares from far to the east, and the mercenaries advanced forward, skillfully scanning the surrounding area with only the weak light coming from there.

Miller opened his eyes and watched the silhouettes approaching him through the grass.

Thanks to his experience of surviving even the most extreme siege situations, he was able to calmly watch the situation unfold.

Of course, while maintaining the ability to raise your pistol like lightning and blow off five heads.

The mercenaries walked across the muddy ground wearing knee-high rubber boots.

So, just by the sound of their boots going in and out of the mud, Miller could estimate the distance between the two sides.

Just as Miller began to hold his breath, a mercenary with an RPK74 machine gun tucked under his arm arrived right in front of Miller.

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Although the two men were less than a metre apart and a curtain of grass hung between them, Miller could smell the man’s sweat.

Then, a second and third mercenary appeared and passed right in front of Miller like the first mercenary.

The fourth and fifth mercenaries crossed Miller’s field of vision, two or three meters in front of him.

Fortunately, by the time the search helicopters arrived back near Miller’s location, they had all walked away, leaving him behind.

At that very moment, two flares fell from the nearby sky.

A flare attached to a small parachute fell, sending sparks flying, and moments later a sight took Miller’s breath away again.

A flare had just landed between Miller’s position and the mercenaries who had just passed him.

Thanks to this, the area around Miller’s hiding position was brightly lit, and Miller, instinctively sensing danger, quickly raised the silenced pistol to his chest.

As Miller had expected, one of the mercenaries who had passed his position looked up at the flare landing behind them.

The next moment, Miller quickly sat up from his knees among the grass stalks.

Then, he aimed his gun at the mercenaries beyond the flare parachutes that were now falling without any light and only emitting smoke.

The mercenary, who had been looking at the flare and had discovered Miller too late, also aimed his AK74 rifle at Miller, but Miller’s pistol bullet flew away first.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Two .40 caliber bullets followed the missed first shot and struck the mercenary who had found Miller in the lower abdomen.

Since the mercenaries were also wearing plate carriers, Miller’s pistol bullets flew towards their lower abdomen and head, where their plate armor did not protect them.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

At a distance of 5-6 meters, the second and third mercenaries, who had just turned their heads towards Miller, were shot in the back of the head and neck and fell down.

Because the sound of helicopters was loudly heard in the surrounding skies, the other two who were ahead were unaware of what was happening behind them.

Miller burst through the grass and aimed his gun at the other two.

But just before pulling the trigger, he felt the gun’s slide become stuck in the middle.

Then one of the two mercenaries ahead spotted Miller and started shouting at his comrade.

Instead of dealing with the malfunction of his gun, Miller switched to the submachine gun that was slung at the front of his torso.

Without even having time to attach the Russian submachine gun to his shoulder, he tucked it into his right side and fired at the mercenaries.

Puppupupupupupupupupup! Puppupupupupupup!

Two mercenaries were hit in the back and stomach with 5.45mm rifle bullets, but neither of them fell down immediately, perhaps because their armor plates stopped them.

Miller ran toward them, but even in this urgency the muddy ground held his steps.

But before the mercenaries could recover from the shock of the bullet, Miller arrived at their side, knife drawn.

Miller swung his knife with lightning speed, and blood poured out from the mercenaries’ necks.

Before the two men could collapse before his eyes, Miller lowered his posture and scanned the sky above where the helicopter was hovering, then the surrounding grass.

After confirming that there were no mercenaries watching the situation, Miller tried to drag their bodies to the area where the grass was densely standing.

But he had to jump back into the grass again.

First, it was because the flashlights were shining dizzily from the south where these search parties had appeared.

Contrary to Miller’s predictions, the cartel mercenaries did not use their entire force to sweep a wide search area, but instead chose a tactic where the vanguard would lead the search force, followed by the main body of the search force.

The Jet Laser helicopters had moved far north to widen the search area and were waiting there for the main force to join them.

It seemed certain that the mercenaries would have to pass through Miller’s position to join the search helicopters circling around.

I had to decide whether I should hide the mercenaries’ bodies, even if it was late, or get out of here right away.

However, the mercenaries, waving their flashlights and not maintaining their prayer flags, approached Miller at a much faster speed.

On the wide road, Miller could hear the mercenaries communicating on their radios as they approached within 30 meters.

Since the vanguard search party was a force that would quickly surround the discovery site and mobilize all firepower to hunt Miller down, they did not seem to care about the need for prayer masks or lighting control.

They now approached Miller’s position, within about 20 meters, and Miller began to slowly back away.

But before he could move even a few meters, a Jet Ranger hovered in place, moving eastward from where Miller was trying to escape.

The helicopter briefly turned its searchlight toward the main force on the ground, then focused on the area of ​​bushes to the east and south where Miller had attempted to escape.

Miller immediately assessed the situation and opened the compartment covers containing three grenades.

Then, I checked each of the five magazines, each filled with 5.45mm bullets.

Miller now felt that it was time to prepare for a showdown.

The moment he moved his right shoulder and right arm to throw the grenade, a hot emotion he was not aware of seemed to stir within his chest.

But just as Miller was about to throw the grenade, the distant southwestern sky brightened as if lightning had struck.

Then, a long ‘Kuuuung’ thunderous sound was heard, but even then, the sky on that side was still brightly lit.

The mercenaries also all stopped at the sound, and now looked up at the southwestern sky where a red light was spreading.

A moment later, Miller heard urgent voices on the radio coming from the direction of the standing mercenaries and the bodies of the mercenaries Miller had subdued.

“It’s their surprise attack! Just now, the fuel depot was blown away! The fuel depot was blown away, we’re under attack! We’re under attack!”

Moments later, a Jet Ranger helicopter waiting to the north began to approach the Jet Ranger hovering to the east.

Miller then noticed other mercenaries emerging from the surrounding grass, all of them talking noisily as they looked up at the red glowing southwestern sky.

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