Chapter 91: The Death of the Cobra
Inside the main fortress, thick smoke came pouring in wildly.
"Open fire! Turn him into mincemeat!"
In the underground command center hall, Cobra clenched his teeth hard. He knew there was nowhere left to run.
The remaining thirty elite mercenaries had built their final line of defense.
Two Browning M2 heavy machine guns were mounted behind sandbags, their dark barrels aimed at the blown-open metal door.
Four mercenaries carrying RPG rocket launchers knelt on one knee, fingers already on the triggers.
This was Nightfall organization's South American base's last card to play.
Steady, rhythmic footsteps came from deep within the smoke.
Leo, hands in his coat pockets, walked out of the thick smoke as casually as if strolling through a garden, stepping over broken steel and rubble everywhere.
"Fire!!" Cobra screamed hysterically.
The two heavy machine guns instantly roared to life, spitting out blinding tongues of fire half a meter long!
Dense bullets wove into an impenetrable metal storm, enough to tear a light armored vehicle to shreds!
Two RPG rockets, trailing orange flames and the whistle of death, shot straight toward Leo!
Facing this devastating firepower, Leo didn't even lift an eyelid.
His figure suddenly left an afterimage where he stood.
The two rockets exploded thunderously in the corridor behind him, violent flames sweeping through the entire entrance, yet they didn't even touch the corner of his coat.
At the same time, four members of the Shadow Squad burst out from both sides of Leo like black lightning.
Olivia threw two high-explosive flashbangs. "Boom!"
The blinding white light instantly turned the entire hall into a blind zone.
"Bang bang bang!"
The moment the mercenaries screamed and covered their eyes, Leo had already drawn his Desert Eagle.
Without even looking, relying on his terrifying ability to locate by sound, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
The heads of two machine gunners exploded like watermelons, blood mixed with brain matter splashing all over the sandbags.
The other four mercenaries carrying RPGs were riddled with bullets from Olivia and the others' submachine guns before they could reload a second round.
Slaughter.
This was still a one-sided slaughter with no suspense.
Before the Reaper, these so-called "South America's strongest mercenaries" were no different from roadside scarecrows.
Watching his last elite forces being slaughtered in less than half a minute, Cobra's psychological defenses... completely collapsed.
"Devil... he's a damn devil!"
Cobra trembled violently all over. No longer caring about Nightfall organization's dignity, he ran like a stray dog toward the secret garage behind the command center.
In the garage sat a heavily modified Knight XV bulletproof armored SUV.
Complete with a full-size mine-resistant chassis and composite bulletproof glass, enough to withstand anti-materiel sniper rifle fire.
"Boom!"
Cobra scrambled into the driver's seat, floored the gas pedal, and rushed madly into the dark Amazon rainforest.
As long as he escaped into this endless primeval jungle, even gods wouldn't be able to find him!
In the rearview mirror, Cobra didn't see Leo chasing after him.
"Haha... hahaha! I survived! Leo, you just wait! This debt..."
Before Cobra's maniacal laughter could fade, an earth-shaking sound of grinding tracks suddenly came from the ruins behind him!
He instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.
The next second, his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, his terror so great his breathing stopped.
The main fortress wall was smashed through like it was nothing, and a T-90 main battle tank weighing over forty tons charged out like an ancient beast!
On top of the tank turret, Leo stood proudly on the commander's hatch, facing the rainforest's wild wind.
His coat flapped in the wind like the Grim Reaper riding this steel beast!
And driving the tank was one of the Shadow Squad's members.
"Chase," Leo said coldly.
The tank's tracks crushed trees, bushes, and swamps along the way, charging through the rainforest at terrifying speed, locked onto the Knight XV ahead.
"Madman! He's a madman!!"
Cobra was scared out of his wits, flooring the gas pedal, zigzagging frantically through the rainforest to escape.
But this was a main battle tank!
Before absolute power, any escape was futile.
"Boom!"
Leo personally operated the machine gun on the turret, pulling the trigger at the armored vehicle ahead.
Thick tracer rounds lashed like the Grim Reaper's whip at the Knight XV's rear armor!
"Bang!"
The first burst of fire directly shredded the bulletproof SUV's right rear explosion-proof tire.
The armored vehicle shook violently, carving a deep groove in the mud, its speed plummeting.
"No—" Cobra desperately turned the steering wheel.
"Boom!"
The tank's smoothbore cannon let out an earth-shattering roar!
Although Leo didn't aim directly at the vehicle, the shell exploded in the swamp 10 feet to the left of the armored vehicle!
The terrifying blast wave, mixed with tons of mud, directly flipped the bulletproof SUV weighing several tons!
The Knight XV rolled twice in midair, crashing heavily into a giant tree that would take three people to wrap their arms around, completely becoming a pile of smoking scrap metal.
The tank stopped steadily 30 feet from the wreckage.
Leo leaped down from the tank, walking through the mud unhurriedly toward the overturned armored vehicle.
The door was already severely deformed and jammed shut.
Leo reached out with both hands, gripped the edge of the deformed bulletproof door, and the muscles in his arms instantly bulged.
The heavy door, capable of withstanding bombs, was actually torn off by his bare hands and casually tossed aside.
Inside the cabin, Cobra was bleeding from his head, with multiple fractures throughout his body.
Leo grabbed him by the hair and, like dragging a dead dog, pulled the blood-covered Cobra from the wrecked cabin and threw him onto the muddy ground.
Cobra spat out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with organ fragments, looking at Leo towering over him like looking at a monster.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Cobra completely lost all dignity of a kingpin, crying and begging, "I'm Nightfall's highest-ranking person in South America... I know many secrets..."
Leo took out a cigar and bit it in his mouth, looking down at him coldly, "I'll give you one chance. Tell me something I don't know."
"High-level officials! I know Nightfall organization's list of high-level contacts in European and American politics!"
Cobra shouted hysterically to save his life, "We have insiders in the Pentagon in Washington! And an old European family that's one of Nightfall's financial backers!"
"All the personnel lists and offshore account encryption keys are in the microchip implanted in my right hand! As long as you spare me, it's all yours!"
Hearing this, Leo lowered his head slightly, glancing at Cobra's bloody right hand.
"Good. Olivia."
"Yes!" Olivia immediately stepped forward.
"Extract the chip from his right hand."
"Yes!" Olivia's blade flashed, precisely cutting through Cobra's flesh and picking out an encrypted chip the size of a grain of rice.
"I... I gave everything! Please... spare my life..." Cobra gasped desperately.
Leo tossed the chip to Olivia, then removed the unlit cigar from his mouth, his lips curling into an extremely cruel, cold smile.
"I only said I'd give you a chance to speak."
Leo raised his right foot in its custom leather shoe, his eyes cold as eternal ice, "But I never leave anyone alive."
"No!"
Accompanied by a bone-chilling sound of bones shattering, Leo's shoe stomped hard on Cobra's chest!
The terrifying force instantly crushed his ribcage, sharp bone fragments piercing straight through his heart!
Cobra's pupils bulged, staring fixedly at Leo, blood pouring from his mouth, completely losing all signs of life.
Nightfall organization's South American headquarters' highest-ranking official is dead!
"Boss, the super server under the main fortress has been cracked."
Olivia walked forward with a tablet, excitement flashing in her eyes, "The wealth Nightfall organization plundered in South America over ten full years, totaling approximately $35 billion in liquid assets, has all been intercepted."
"Transfer it all to the Rosenberg family's secret offshore accounts, as startup funding for the next phase of hunting down Nightfall."
Leo pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit his cigar, taking a deep drag.
"Yes!"
Leo turned around, glancing at the once heinously evil military fortress behind him.
"Set the detonation program." Leo exhaled a puff of smoke, striding toward the distant helicopter landing zone.
"Wipe this place completely off the face of the earth."