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章 45: Chapter 45 "Taking Control of the Situation"

Bang!

Jake Sully's head—more precisely, his Avatar's head—exploded, sending skull fragments and brain matter splattering everywhere like a watermelon dropped from a height.

Thud!

His headless body fell heavily to the ground, limbs still twitching from the spasms.

Looking at his body, it was clear that not only had his head been fatally shot, but his chest also had four gaping holes from the .500 Magnum.

"No! No! My Jake!"

Neytiri, still reeling from the shock, witnessed her beloved's head being blown apart right before her eyes. She hurriedly embraced the headless corpse, sobbing uncontrollably, her cries hoarse and devoid of any will to fight.

At this moment, several ARS soldiers without mechanical exoskeletons emerged from the nearby forest, slowly approaching the bewildered Neytiri.

One of them, reloading his custom revolver, used his mask communication device to report, "This is Arthur. I've taken out Jake Sully's Avatar. Search team, be on high alert for Jake Sully's real body."

Arthur Morgan, who had executed the fatal shot with his .500 Magnum, had arrived earlier on Samuel Young's orders to lay in wait.

Just after he gave the reminder, a response came through the communication device: "This is the search team. Following the Boss's instructions, we successfully captured the target before he could escape. We're preparing to transport him now."

"Good."

Relieved that the search team had completed their mission successfully, Arthur reloaded his custom revolver and aimed it at Neytiri, shouting, "Surrender immediately, or you'll end up like that traitor!"

"You killed my Jake... you killed..."

Clearly, Neytiri had lost all sense of judgment, only staring blankly as she clutched Jake's Avatar's body.

Seeing this, Arthur signaled to the hunters beside him to use tranquilizer guns to capture her, making it easier for the technicians to take live blood and tissue samples later.

"Roar!"

The Banshee, initially pierced by a metal spear, suddenly surged with newfound strength, its crimson eyes fixated on Arthur, the one who killed its master.

It seemed ready to avenge Jake Sully.

However, before it could get up, a white blur descended rapidly from the sky, diving towards the Banshee.

Boom!

With a dull thud, the Banshee, hit in the head, let out a pitiful wail and collapsed completely, its massive body slamming into the ground.

When the white blur touched down, its form became clear. It was Saint Gilles, also dressed in black combat gear with a breathing mask but with white wings sprouting from his back.

This young Primarch folded his wings, walked around the Banshee, and grabbed the spear's tail with his right hand. With a slight effort, he pulled out the silver metal spear, his own weapon, from the Banshee's body.

He flicked off the blood and pressed a button embedded in the spear handle, retracting it to a manageable size. Then, pointing at the Banshee, he addressed Arthur and the others, "Uncle Morgan, this beast was still restless, so I took care of it. But... can someone transport it? I think it would make an excellent experimental subject."

"Of course," Arthur had no objections. He immediately called for a Red Eagle to package and transport the Banshee along with Neytiri and other Na'vi prisoners, and then reminded, "Kid, don't get cocky. Be careful."

"Don't worry, Uncle Morgan!"

Saint Gilles said, spreading his wings again and disappearing from Arthur's sight.

"..." 

Hearing Saint Gilles always call him "Uncle Morgan," Arthur couldn't help but recall what his father had mentioned about a lazy, good-for-nothing "uncle" living on their boss's estate a century ago. Through his mask, he rubbed his beard and muttered to himself, "I should shave when I get back."

Before long, a Red Eagle hovered above the forest, searching for a suitable landing spot.

Glancing at the Red Eagle, Arthur's demeanor turned serious. He spoke gravely over the comms, "All units, Hunter Platoon's third combat squad is about to launch a raid. We have twelve minutes to seize control of the situation once they complete their objective. Ensure there are no mistakes."

"This is Third Company, understood."

"Second Company, roger."

"Fourth Company, copy."

Responses from various units came through the communication channel.

Leaving Arthur's position.

High above the battlefield, avoiding interference from the strong magnetic field.

Two Atlas-modified AC-130 gunships circled, providing continuous fire support to the ground forces.

Inside the well-sealed cabin.

Robert (Guilliman), also clad in black, stood behind several observers, overseeing the entire battlefield through the holographic screens.

It was evident that the scales of victory had tipped decisively in favor of the RDA and ARS units, with no suspense left.

Yet Robert keenly sensed that every action, every moment of intervention and battle progression, had been meticulously timed.

Moreover, the high morale had pushed the RDA ground forces deeper, exposing their backs to the ARS units, effectively surrounding them.

Based on the operational plan and the detailed orders given to each team and squad, it was as if his father had rehearsed this countless times, knowing every detail.

"."

Realizing this, Robert furrowed his brows, pondering whether to question his father about this strange situation once the battle was over.

South of the Na'vi sanctuary.

About forty kilometers away.

Located here was the RDA's mining base, Hell's Gate.

The base was pentagonal, with a security perimeter about 12 kilometers long on the outermost edge.

Inside, more than one-third of the area was taken up by airstrips and VTOL helipads.

The remaining two-thirds included a maintenance and vehicle shop for armored units, a light industrial plant, and a refinery. Command posts, barracks, apartments, storage facilities, and a comprehensive complex for entertainment were located on the western side of the base.

Every enclosed facility had air filtration systems, allowing RDA personnel to live and work normally within the base.

However, what should have been a well-guarded base against external threats was now in chaos due to internal conflict.

Rebellious scientists had seized the storage facility, arming over twenty Avatars with machine guns and rockets, sparking a mutiny.

The RDA mercenaries left to guard the base, fewer than fifty and scattered throughout, were unable to respond effectively.

The intense internal strife left both sides oblivious to a combat squad rapidly approaching Hell's Gate's perimeter through the jungle.

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章 46: Chapter 46: "Gate of Hell"

This group of thirty-six armed personnel, lacking UDF mechanical exoskeletons, was the third combat platoon of the Hunter Company.

However, among these hunters, six were equipped with heavy armor and wielded .50 caliber heavy machine guns with surprising agility and flexibility, completely unaffected by the weight.

Arriving at the fence, they placed plastic explosives, retreated to a safe distance, and after a ten-second wait...

Boom!!

With a gap blown open in the fence, the assault officially commenced.

The hunters passed through the breach one by one, splitting into teams of six and heading toward their designated areas.

The six heavily armored soldiers were divided among the teams, charging to the front to break through enemy lines.

On the other side, the RDA organization, caught in internal strife...

"You bastards! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?"

"Damn! I knew those blue creatures weren't reliable!"

In the maintenance workshop, several RDA mercenaries were cornered, suppressed by gunfire from Avatars, each about three meters tall and wielding machine guns.

Although the Avatar pilots, except for Jack Sully, were civilians without military training, the enhanced senses and strength provided by the Avatars made handling the recoil of .30 caliber machine guns as easy as using air rifles or BB guns for humans.

Moreover, a few mercenaries had also defected, providing assistance and guidance, catching the RDA mercenaries off guard and leading to their gradual defeat within the base.

"Lieutenant, I really regret coming here. I just... just wanted to earn more... more money for my wife and kids..."

A mercenary, sitting weakly against the wall with a missing left forearm, looked bloodied and exhausted, unable to stop the bleeding.

Eventually, his eyes dulled, his head tilted, and his body slid down the wall, motionless on the ground.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Watching his comrade's life fade away, the lieutenant in charge of the mercenaries punched the ground in frustration and then urgently shouted into his communicator, "Colonel! This is the Gate of Hell! We need support! We need support! Those scientific maniacs have rebelled!"

"Zzz..."

Unfortunately, the magnetic interference from the Na'vi sanctuary caused only static noise in the response.

"Lieutenant... should we... surrender?" a mercenary with an empty modular rifle magazine suggested tremulously.

"Surrender?!" Upon hearing this cowardly suggestion, a burly mercenary grabbed the coward by the collar and pressed him against their fallen comrade's body, angrily shouting:

"Fuck! What are you talking about?! Horton was killed by them, killed! Those ungrateful bastards, without our protection services, they would've been devoured by the rainforest long ago!

Protecting nature, protecting life, is this how they protect? By killing?!"

"So what do you suggest we do?! And why are you yelling at me! It was them who killed Horton, not me!" the coward retorted indignantly.

"Enough!" The lieutenant picked up a shotgun, loaded a few shells, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Although we are no longer marines, but security, mercenaries, the fact that they killed our comrades without hesitation is something we cannot tolerate! Understood?!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!" the burly man was the first to respond.

The cowardly mercenary merely nodded.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

But just as the RDA mercenaries were divided over surrendering or fighting to the death, a series of rhythmic shots and rapid fire suddenly echoed from the workshop entrance, clearly the actions of combat-trained personnel.

The defectors, composed of Avatars and scientists, ceased their suppressive fire on the mercenaries' corner.

Could it be reinforcements?

Guessing this possibility, the lieutenant immediately peeked out to observe.

His guess was confirmed.

The arriving support fireteam caught the defectors off guard, killing two of the most threatening Avatars in the first volley.

The defectors, realizing they were now being attacked from behind, panicked. One of the defecting mercenaries quickly found cover, trying to eliminate the most threatening "RDA reinforcements" equipped with .50cal machine guns and heavy armor.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

But after quickly firing over ten shots at the armored soldier's chest, the defector was shocked, exclaiming, "This... this can't be?!"

In his view, the armored soldier, hit by 6.2x35mm armor-piercing rounds, merely staggered slightly before aiming back at him and then...

Boom! Boom!

The .50cal tore through the defector and his cover.

"Well done! Hahaha!"

"Provide cover for our guys!"

Seeing this, the lieutenant and the remaining RDA mercenaries immediately rushed out, spreading out to support the frontal attack fireteam, trapping the defectors in a crossfire.

The Avatars became the primary focus for both the RDA mercenaries and the fireteam. The Avatar pilots, being untrained civilians, panicked under the encirclement.

As for the defecting scientists?

They lacked accuracy and courage, useful in favorable conditions but a hindrance when disadvantaged. If they didn't mess up, it was already a lot.

With coordinated efforts, the fireteam and the surviving mercenaries cleared all defectors from the workshop.

"Phew~!" The burly mercenary whistled, raising his squad automatic weapon to the fireteam, laughing heartily, "Hahaha! Thanks for the rescue! Drinks are on me when we get back, but your equipment feels... hey! What is this?!"

Before he could finish, the fireteam, or rather the Hunter team, had already taken advantageous positions, aiming their weapons at the surviving mercenaries.

Then, a Hunter sergeant spoke up, "We're all humans, no need for infighting. You can lay down your weapons and accept temporary captivity. Once we take over this base, you'll be well-treated, and might even return to your old jobs with better pay and benefits.

But you can also choose to resist. As for the outcome... you should all understand."

The RDA mercenaries, low on ammo and exhausted, were in no state for combat. The lieutenant, aware of this, didn't want unnecessary sacrifices and was the first to drop his weapon, raising his hands and saying:

"Everyone, drop your guns."

"Ah..." The burly man, though reluctant, complied.

Similar scenes unfolded elsewhere. With the assistance of the six "heavy armor" reconstituted soldiers, the hunters took control of the Gate of Hell within ten minutes.

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