Chapter 89: Chapter 89: It Will Get Better!

The 120mm mortar that had been dragged over was being aimed in a new direction for the third time. But this time, there were more people taking care of it. Joe Ga, like playing with a toy, carefully adjusted the position of the mortar while Dorian, with a touch of swagger, pulled out his phone and tapped it a few times to recalculate the firing elevation of the mortar. Explore more at m,v l'e-NovelFire.net While the two were busy, Karman was carefully disassembling the fuzes from ten mortar shells. The old guy was still somewhat unwilling to abandon the arms cache in the hotel's backyard, and he himself had a deep-seated dislike for the Kadins. So, driven by the notion of 'if I can't have it, neither can the Kadins,' the old guy wanted to kill a bunch of Kadins and destroy those arms as well. Antar was responsible for continuing to surveil the hotel scene, and Nis was aiming an ATC-50 at the streets near the hotel. From a high vantage point and a straight-line distance of 1450 meters, with the aid of night vision goggles, even at night, this distance was still within Nis's firing range. While Joe Ga and his team were preparing, the entrance to the hotel had already been surrounded by people. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. A dozen armed pickups sealed off the hotel, and the militants' heavy machine guns mounted on the pickups, along with Kadin militiamen carrying RPGs, were starting to make Joe Ga sweat. If they were really to have a chase battle on the highway, it wasn't certain who would be at a disadvantage. Because he was quite a distance away, Joe Ga could only faintly hear the sounds from the hotel. Just as he was getting impatient and raising his binoculars to take a closer look, Antar suddenly said, "A big shot has come out, three vehicles, eight bodyguards, they're coming from 'the estate.'" Joe Ga raised his binoculars and indeed, there was a 'big shot.' The core building of the neighboring 'manor' was only 200 meters in a straight line from the hotel. Even if one took a detour from the main gate, the total distance wouldn't exceed 400 meters. However, the 'big shot' chose to come by car and unfortunately got stuck on the outskirts. His bodyguards got out of the car, cursing and kicking, pushing a few pickups aside to make way for the 'big shot's' vehicle to get closer to the hotel's entrance. Joe Ga spotted the 'big shot,' who was noticeably fatter than the locals, standing at the entrance of the hotel and throwing a fit. He didn't care who the guy was, he covered his unprotected ear and yelled to Dorian and Karman, "Fire!" Dorian, holding the shell, was the first to stuff it into the barrel... "Boom~" came a muffled explosion! Karman didn't wait for Dorian's fired shell to hit the ground before stuffing the next shell in. "Boom~" Another dull sound. Seeing Karman still eager to fire, Dorian helplessly stopped him and said, "Adjustment fire, we need to correct the trajectory of the shells, don't mess around, follow my command." While Dorian spoke, two 120mm mortar shells exploded south of the hotel's entrance. The massive explosion caused the Kadins around the blast point to let out agonized screams, and the sound of the explosion roused the whole town. Dorian crouched on the ground, gripping the mortar base to tweak the angle slightly, then shouted, "Load the shell, load the shell..." This time, Karman, holding a 15-kilogram shell in one hand, swiftly loaded the shell into the mortar, then continuously fired the remaining six shells in rapid succession. Joe Ga was witnessing a mortar launch for the first time, and the destructive power of the 120mm high-explosive fragmentation rounds made cold sweat break out on his back. The manual stated that the lethal radius was 30 meters, but from what Joe Ga observed, the explosive power in the narrow streets seemed far greater than he had imagined. When a series of shells hit near the inn, the place turned into a sea of smoke and fire, and nothing inside could be seen anymore, but Joe Ga didn't think there could be any survivors within that area. He was now very grateful that he had taken Antar to the quarry; if she hadn't been with him, the consequences of being targeted by such powerful shells while preparing to lift off in the helicopter were unimaginable. Karman seemed very satisfied with the devastation caused by the shells he fired. Joe Ga watched the old man glow with delight at the sight of the mortar, promptly packed up their gear, and called out to Dorian, "Destroy the mortar." Then, Joe Ga began to crouch down to help Nis pack up the sniper rifle. After everything was orderly, he took the lead in retreating towards the direction of the truck, meanwhile, signaling to a regretful-looking Karman, "It's not worth it; I don't want to be hauling it back home." As soon as Dorian heard that Karman was even considering such a thing, he decisively pulled out a grenade. After they had run about a dozen meters away, he threw the grenade into the mortar tube, then quickly followed the team. After a loud "bang", Dorian, with gentlemanly grace, tried to help Antar carry her things but was gently yet firmly rejected by her. When he wanted to help Nis, Karman stopped him and stuffed two black carry cases into his hands. Dorian was a bit annoyed and wanted to complain, but when he saw the dull eyes of Karman, the man known as Leather Head silently closed his mouth. Most people would just see Karman as a skinny, elderly black man, but Dorian saw a glimpse of death in his inhuman eyes. He had encountered similar characters before and knew how terrifying they could be! Once again led by Karman, the team ran across the grasslands for more than ten minutes. Joe Ga and the others crossed a shallow river and returned to the truck. Joe Ga was indeed a bit tired that day. Once on the truck, he sat in the passenger seat and began to rest with his eyes closed. He did not plan to return to the quarry but was preparing to make a call for Sayram to come pick him up with the plane. However, this required relying on Karman's skills to first find a suitable landing site for the small aircraft in the grasslands. Karman never disappointed Joe Ga. The old fellow drove around the grasslands for nearly two hours before stopping the vehicle to signal everyone to set up camp and rest. As the boss, Joe Ga took off the cumbersome tactical vest and bulletproof vest and was the first to fall asleep. Karman intended to take on the watch duty, but Antar stepped forward, offering to keep watch herself. Karman was a man of few words. He glanced into Antar's eyes, hesitated for a moment, then turned and climbed into the driver's seat, closed his eyes and hugged his arms. Gaining Karman's trust was not easy. Knowing she had been accepted, Antar's face broke into a smile. After chambering a round in her PPQ pistol, she leaned against the inner side of the truck's cargo area, gazing at the vast starry sky above, lost in thought. Nis had been holding her G29, resting with her eyes closed. Seeing Antar like this, she suddenly whispered, "It'll be okay; everything will be okay!" "Everyone should shine in their area of expertise!"