N-M Chapter 230 National Elite Squad
Chapter 230 National Elite Squad
"Hello! Department of Homeland Security? This is Nevada Base Zero!"
Carter gripped the satellite phone and roared hoarsely into the receiver.
"The base has been subjected to an unknown level of terrorist attack! Conventional weapons are completely ineffective! I request immediate deployment of top-level armed support! Quickly!"
"Yes, Mr. Carter, I will report this to senior management immediately."
The operator gave a mechanical response on the other end of the phone, promising to send reinforcements as soon as possible.
"Fuck, I don't need it to be quick, I need you to send reinforcements immediately..."
Carter slammed the phone onto the control panel in a fit of rage, gripping the table tightly with both hands and breathing heavily with anger.
He knows those bastards in the Ministry of Land and Resources way too well.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the surveillance wall in front of him.
It was in that one glance that he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Quiet.
It's too quiet.
The air raid sirens that had been blaring throughout the base just moments ago have now completely stopped.
The gunshots, screams, and running footsteps that had been coming from the corridor all vanished without a trace at the same time.
The entire underground base seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
He couldn't help but swallow hard, then looked up at the dozens of surveillance screens in front of him.
The next moment, the blood in his body froze instantly.
On the screen, in the corridor, in the laboratory, in the rest area.
The security personnel and researchers who were frantically fleeing suddenly stopped moving as if they had been put on pause.
He just stood there quietly.
If it weren't for the time still running on the monitor, he would have thought there was something wrong with the footage.
"Fuck... what is this now..."
Just as Carter was wondering what was going on, what happened next on the monitor sent chills down his spine.
In all the surveillance footage, the base members who were standing still all simultaneously and in unison slowly raised their heads.
All faces were fixed on the surveillance camera on the ceiling. They were staring at Carter on the other side of the screen.
Their faces were expressionless, the whites of their eyes rolled upwards, leaving only a trace of crimson at the base of their pupils.
Then, to his horrified gaze, the corners of those people's mouths simultaneously split open to both sides, to an exaggerated degree that human bones could not possibly achieve, revealing a uniform and eerie smile.
"Fuck..."
The sudden, bizarre scene startled Carter so much that his legs went weak, and he stumbled backward, his back slamming heavily against the wall.
"Sizzle—"
At the same time, the dozens of monitoring screens simultaneously emitted a piercing electrical sound, and then instantly turned into a screen full of static.
Carter's heart skipped a beat, but it wasn't over yet...
"Snapped!"
The lights in the control room went out instantly.
The entire Nevada base was plunged into a bottomless, pure darkness.
……
Just as the Nevada base was plunged into darkness, the Ministry of Land and Resources responded.
The supervisor who received the message was unable to contact the base, and ultimately decided to send an elite team from the nearest base to investigate.
Several jet-black Black Hawk helicopters, carrying the elite Homeland Security team, sped toward the heart of the Nevada desert.
Inside the cabin, dim red lights were on.
The six members of the Alpha Elite Team were seated on either side.
They were fully armed, carrying the latest model of assault rifles.
Marcus, a bald, burly black man, was loading bullets into the magazine while loudly complaining:
"Shit! They dragged us out of bed in the middle of the night just to go to that godforsaken, crappy base?"
The sniper sitting opposite him chewed gum and sneered:
"I reckon those mad scientists have released some mutated ape this time. What else can they do besides wasting taxpayers' money?"
"Shut up, get double pay and get to work."
Captain Taylor patted his helmet, interrupting the team's complaints.
"The orders from above are absolute. This mission is classified as S-level. Whatever comes out from below, kill it all."
The group shrugged, clearly not taking the mission seriously. They were the US's top special forces team; they'd seen it all.
The helicopter arrived at the base quickly and began to descend.
The pilot's voice came through the communication channel: "Captain, we've reached the airspace above Base Zero. But something's not right."
Taylor pressed the button on his earpiece: "Speak."
"There were no lights or responses below; the entire base seemed to be in a complete power outage."
The driver said gravely, "Moreover, the thermal imaging shows that the surface ventilation openings are abnormally cold; they're all cold sources."
Taylor frowned, opened the hatch, and looked down.
Just as the driver said, below was a desolate desert. The base entrance, which should have been brightly lit, was now pitch black, like a gaping black hole.
"Everyone, check your night vision goggles. Prepare to rappel." Taylor waved his hand.
Six ropes were thrown down, and the special forces soldiers nimbly slid down to the ground.
As soon as he landed, Marcus sniffed and his expression changed: "Captain, can you smell it?"
Taylor picked up his gun and surveyed his surroundings.
The air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood, mixed with a foul stench of fermenting and rotting sewage.
He looked around at his surroundings, then at the tightly closed door, and made a gesture:
"Maintain tactical formation, break down the gate. We're going in."
The demolition expert stepped forward and attached the C4 explosive to the heavy metal door.
A few seconds later, the explosives detonated.
The metal gate was blasted open, creating a gap.
The team quickly filed in.
The base was pitch black. The night vision goggles displayed a faint green hue.
At first, everything seemed normal; apart from not seeing any living people, there was almost nothing unusual.
But as they went deeper, the situation inside made everyone increasingly serious.
The corridor floor was littered with scattered documents, bullet casings, and large patches of dragged blood.
But strangely, there wasn't a single corpse.
"This place is really eerie."
Marcus swallowed hard, his finger gripping the trigger tightly.
The squad advanced along the corridor.
"Da, da, da..."
Suddenly, a series of rapid tapping sounds came from the darkness ahead, hitting the metal floor.
The sound was moving extremely fast and was rushing towards them.
"12 o'clock! Engage the enemy!" Taylor roared.
The moment he finished speaking, several figures suddenly darted out from around the corner.
Those were several researchers wearing white lab coats.
But instead of walking on their legs, they crawled on all fours with their joints bent backward, moving quickly across the ground and walls like giant insects.
"Fire!"
Six assault rifles simultaneously spat fire.
A hail of bullets instantly tore apart the researcher at the forefront. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground.
What's chilling is that the researchers whose limbs had been broken felt no pain. They continued to crawl on the ground with their remaining limbs, lunging forward with their mouths full of blood.
"Shoot him in the head!" Taylor blew a researcher's head off with a single shot.
After a fierce firefight, the corridor returned to silence. Several piles of minced meat lay on the ground.
Marcus kicked away half a head on the ground and cursed, "What the hell are these things?!"
Just then, Taylor heard a voice from the Department of Homeland Security headquarters through his communicator.
"Alpha Squad, please respond."
"This is Alpha. We were attacked by mutants, but the attack has been cleared."
"Immediately change mission objectives. Abandon conventional clearing operations. Prioritize the search and rescue of key research personnel."
Taylor gritted his teeth: "Received."
He turned to his team members: "Change route, go to area C."