The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 204: 204:Phantom Operation V

The Hawk squad advanced cautiously through the dimly lit passage, their senses heightened and every moment deliberate.

Mac signaled his team to stay sharp, his hand gestures silently conveying the gravity of their situation without the need for any words. Each squad member moved without making a sound, scanning the shadows and watching for hidden dangers. The air was thick with tension, their breaths forming visible puffs in the cold, oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly, as the team continued their careful search, a pair of hands shot out from the darkness behind one of the soldiers, the assailant's hands clamped tightly around the soldier's neck, yanking him down with brutal force.

Despite his efforts to finish off things silently, a muffled scream escaped. The man used his palms to suppress and soon the soldier's scream died, a warning sure rang.

The soldier had his eyes wide with shock, but his alert triggered a flash across the walls, turning the already eerie passage into a frenzy of flashing lights and loud alarms.

"Turn around and shoot!" Mac ordered.

The squad spun around, their weapons raised, to see the soldier being held captive, his neck exposed and twisting in the grasp of an unseen assailant. Panic swept through the ranks as the man's distress signals echoed down the corridor.

"Let him go, or we'll open fire!" one of the soldiers barked, but the assailant ignored the threat. With a sudden, savage twist, the attacker tightened his grip, causing the soldier to convulse in agony.

"FUCK!" The squad members of Hawk erupted in anger and fear. The sight of their soldier's neck twisted in such a way was like a direct assault on their mission's core. It was a brutal and precise strike, aimed at the vital parts of their comrade's body.

Without hesitation, they started to open fire.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The flash from the barrage of gunfire illuminated the surroundings. The tunnel exploded with the sound of bullets tearing through the walls, filling the passage with the deafening roar of combat.

The intense lighting from the gunfire briefly illuminated the passage, revealing its grim and shadowed depths. The squad's precision was on full display as they aimed for the attacker, hoping to bring the situation under control.

"Stop firing… Something is amiss!" Mac's voice cut through the chaos. His instincts told him that the situation was more to this man than met the eye.

The squad halted, and Mac's keen eyes scanned the area. Their target had vanished, leaving the passage eerily quiet. In the sparsely flickering light, they spotted a small, concealed passageway, hidden within the wall—the possibility of a hidden escape route only deepened the tension.

Just then, Aurora's voice crackled over the communicator, warning them. [Above!]

The squad looked up, their eyes widening in shock as they saw a figure clinging to the ceiling. The man, camouflaged in the shadows, was clinging to the ceiling, clad in a black tactical suit.

Realizing he had been spotted, he dropped down with a forceful leap.

BANGGGGG!

The ground shook as he landed in the center of their formation, resulting in a tremendous impact.

The sudden force sent several members sprawling. Their protective gear absorbed most of the impact but it still left them disoriented.

The man was quick to react, using his enemies as human shields. He grabbed a few squad members and held them in front of him, using their bodies as cover while he fired back with deadly precision.

Mac observed the scene, his eyes cold and calculating. The situation was deteriorating rapidly out of control, and the squad was facing a formidable opponent with an extraordinary physique they had never faced before. The man's combat skills and physical strength far exceeded that of a normal soldier, rendering their usual tactics useless.

The superhuman fighter unleashed a series of martial arts moves with precision, delivering powerful kicks and punches, each strike accompanied by a crunching sound upon impact. His movements were fluid and calculated, demonstrating a mastery of hand-to-hand combat that made him a terrifying adversary.

Despite their best efforts, the squad's electric bullets, engineered to incapacitate and destabilize the enemy, seemed to have little effect on him, as if his body was resistant to electric shocks.

The man absorbed the jolts with ease, his enhanced physique allowing him to shrug off the debilitating effects of the high-voltage projectiles. The bullets that struck him merely left dents in his armor as he continued to fight with relentless ferocity.

The passage became a battlefield of chaos and destruction. The man moved with blinding speed, disarming and incapacitating squad members one by one.

The room echoed with the sounds of fists hitting flesh, bodies slamming against the walls, and the incessant roar of gunfire.

The squad struggled to keep up, their usual tactics proving useless against their opponent's superior strength and agility.

Some even switched their guns and fired high-caliber bullets, but the man used others as shields, making it difficult to take him down.

Amidst the melee, Mac realized that their standard gear and tactics were insufficient against such a formidable foe. He reached for his communicator, urgency laced in his voice.

"Miss, do I have permission to use those?" Mac asked.

Aurora's response was immediate and resolute. [Affirmative. The situation is worsening. Permission granted. Restrictions on Nova Suit have been deactivated.]

With a nod, Mac decided to step up. Earlier, he had been ordered to intervene only if the situation became dire.

The advanced capabilities of the suit would give them a fighting chance. The transformation began immediately. His standard gear began to transform immediately, reconfiguring itself into the Nova Suit, a cutting-edge piece of technology designed for high-stakes combat.

In the next moment, the battle-ready suit wrapped around Mac started to change and a stream of notifications along with the influx of messages flashed across the lenses of his visor.

As the suit adjusted to his moments, Mac felt a rush of power, the advanced systems integrating seamlessly with his own skills.