My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 962: Strangulation

About five seconds later, Ye Fan eliminated all the snipers in Zone Five.

The threat of the snipers was gone, and the deadly threat faced by the Wild League members was eradicated.

"Damn it, the ants in the stronghold have a numerical advantage, and their firepower is so intense. This is detrimental to us. Once we take out one fire point, someone else steps up to fire again, and the other fire points keep exposing themselves, giving us no chance to get close." The Human Body Limit expert in Zone Five cursed angrily.

If they could seize the moment when the stronghold’s fire points went silent and the other fire points wouldn’t fire, they would have had a chance to break into the stronghold. But now, none of that was realistic. Not even for a second were they given the opportunity to approach, which was the most deadly.

"Something’s wrong. Why aren’t the snipers shooting? The moments when the enemy fire points lapse are decreasing. Up till now, there’s been no lapse at all. What’s going on?" He sensed something was amiss, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, which weighed heavily on his mind.

At this moment, the first attack team, under the cover of over a dozen heavy machine guns, toppled the iron shield and turned three experts into sieves. The deaths of these three were far more gruesome than the first attack team in Zone One, with no intact bodies remaining.

"Bastards, filthy scum worse than pigs and dogs, how dare you kill my men. Damn it, damn it, I’m going to crush your brittle bones to ashes!" The Human Body Limit expert’s eyes were red as he looked at the blood clots his subordinates had become, their bodies nearly disintegrated by bullets, and he was particularly furious.

He was irate: "Why aren’t the snipers shooting? Where the hell are they? Why aren’t they shooting?"

No one answered his inquiry.

Soon, Jonard’s warning message was delivered, angrily ordering, "All the snipers in Zone One have been shot down, three men died in vain, and Zone One has halted its assault. I believe the snipers on your side have been shot down too. Retreat, retreat. We underestimated the enemy, resulting in such large losses. We can’t attack anymore, we can’t afford more losses. Everything must be planned."

Jonard’s voice was filled with intense anger and dissatisfaction, even surprise and shock.

"What?" The Human Body Limit expert in Zone Five was shocked to the point of losing his voice. He never expected such huge losses, and furiously ordered, "Retreat, all of you, damn it, retreat."

Retreating was simple, but the second attack team couldn’t hold out under the concentrated firepower and seemed unable to retreat.

Rescue was simply impossible.

In the brief hesitation, the three-man team was completely wiped out, leaving no bodies behind just like the first team.

With a cold look, the Human Body Limit expert attacking Zone Five glanced at the direction of the stronghold and the bodies of his subordinates, and could only leave decisively. There was nothing more that could be done no matter the unwillingness.

The members of the hunting team from Zone One also received the order to retreat immediately.

In Zone Three, the team led by Jebson was treading on the grass, constantly approaching the stronghold. Nine members had already stepped on mines. Those who stepped on a mine crouched down, while the others continued to advance.

Jebson was about to approach the stronghold when he received Jonard’s stern order to retreat.

"Sir, just give me a little more time, and I’ll succeed." Jebson pleaded.

"Don’t hesitate; the casualties are already too great. No more pointless sacrifices, retreat," Jonard stated unequivocally.

"But, nine of my men have already stepped on mines. Retreating now would result in too great a loss. We can’t just leave them behind!" Jebson looked back at the nine members crouched on mines on the ground, his heart filled with despair. He didn’t know the full extent of the loss, but once they retreated, those nine wouldn’t survive. That would be the biggest loss.

"The loss in other directions is even greater. If we don’t cut our losses, the damage will be even greater. Follow orders." With gritted teeth, Jonard decided to disregard the lives of those nine subordinates, as further hesitation would only lead to more casualties.

"Yes!" Jebson could only comply with orders.

With Jebson’s order to retreat being given, his members swiftly bypassed their crouched comrades and retreated rapidly, at remarkable speed.

"Think you can escape? How could it be so easy?" Ku Eryue turned his gaze to Zone Three and immediately ordered, "Open fire, kill them all."

In an instant, the heavy machine guns inside the stronghold opened fire, and all machine guns in Zone Three unleashed a barrage of bullets. Initial estimates put at least a hundred machine guns roaring, plunging everything under this firepower into death.

The firepower in Zones One and Five wasn’t as much as the revealed firepower from the stronghold. Ku Eryue’s ultimate target was placed on Jebson and his group to make more people step on mines and then fire when they entered deeper into the grassland, thereby destroying more enemies.

Now that the time was ripe, Ku Eryue ruthlessly ordered everyone in Zone Three to open fire.

The Wild League members killed three enemies in Zone One and six in Zone Five, but it’s unknown how much effort it took. In Zone Five alone, fifteen Wild League figures died, all due to the snipers. If Ye Fan hadn’t taken out ten snipers alone, the attack team would have already broken into the stronghold with the snipers’ cooperation.

Therefore, Jebson’s twenty-member team from the Hunting Ninth Squad, plus Jebson himself, as a Human Body Limit expert, became the target Ku Eryue was determined to eliminate at any cost.

All-out firepower, the bullets roared with fury.

Thud, thud, thud!!!

The heavy, roaring sound of bullets was like muffled thunder from the depths of the clouds, resonating across the wilds.

Deadly bullets surged forth, enveloping Jebson and his men in a killing trap.

When the gunfire erupted, Jebson and his team were startled and realized at that moment that they had been long discovered. The idea of breaking into the stronghold was completely unrealistic.

The dense gunfire, the fire tongues that flared in the darkness, all sent shivers down one’s spine.

The nine crouched folks trembled, nearly triggering the mines beneath them, their faces streaming with tears. They had hoped to break into the stronghold and kill all the opponents before dealing with the mines beneath them. How laughable the notion seemed now, but it had become a deadly weapon instead. They could do nothing but wait to be pierced by bullets, then be blown apart by the mines below them into fragments.

Those who hadn’t stepped on mines fared no better, turning pale with shocked faces.

Commanding from the rear, Jebson’s soul almost left him. He could no longer care about anything else, frantically dodging past his crouched subordinates in a mad dash for escape. Behind him, the others followed suit, while those crouched could only watch their comrades’ shadows pass over them, with complex emotions of abandonment and waiting for an inevitable end surfacing.