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Chapter 1259: The Terminator's Massacre

The two of them acted immediately. Harry set his sights on a pile of ammunition boxes in a corner of the warehouse, where a man with a flowery headscarf was sorting equipment.

Jack slipped out of the warehouse again and looked around for Juno.

At this time, the sound of a helicopter engine starting was heard from the direction of the dock. A barge was slowly lowering its rear hatch. Someone was loudly directing in Arabic, guiding a van into the cabin.

Seizing the opportunity, Jack twisted the necks of two lone terrorists. He finally found a watch on one of them's wrist and determined that the time was 12:10.

This means that at around 6 o'clock in the morning, the small island where he is now will welcome two suns at the same time at the moment of sunrise.

It has to be said that as the boss of "Dark Jihad", Aziz's IQ is absolutely qualified. After launching the nuclear bomb, he directly poured cement to seal it, and did not give people any chance to defuse the bomb.

A W-80 nuclear warhead weighs about 130 kilograms and is covered with several tons of quick-drying cement. In this situation, even if Harry transforms into a "Terminator" robot, he will be helpless.

That crappy system never gave Jack the skill to dismantle a nuclear bomb, and even if it did, he had no intention of doing so. Who knows what's inside a nuclear warhead that has obviously been dismantled once? Once it's opened, it might cause a radioactive leak.

It would be best to prevent the remaining two nuclear bombs from leaving the island at the moment, but Jack's primary goal is still to find a communication tool such as a satellite phone that can be used for external contact.

There must be these things on the helicopters and the ships docked at the pier, but unfortunately, those are also the most heavily guarded areas. Reality is not a game where you can't sneak in secretly just by carrying a cardboard box.

Moreover, although many of these terrorists have the same headscarves as the wealthy Middle Easterners, this is a tropical island and no one would cover their face.

This also meant that even if Jack didn't mind stripping off a dead person's clothes and putting them on, he still couldn't get into the dock.

Just when he was at a loss, Harry in the warehouse was not idle. Seeing Aziz directing several of his men to move boxes containing nuclear warheads into the box truck parked at the door, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't take action.

With his legs hooked on the rope, he slowly descended. Harry appeared silently behind the man with the flowered turban who was packing a PKM light machine gun, and twisted his hands to make his head rotate 180 degrees.

Carefully laying the corpse down, Harry landed on the ground with a flexibility that was totally inconsistent with his body size. Harry leaned against the box and examined this individual "magic weapon" improved by Mikhail Kalashnikov, the "father of AK" himself.

This light machine gun has an empty weight of only 7.5 kg. Even with an aluminum magazine with a capacity of 100 rounds, the total weight is only 11 kg. It has extremely low recoil and excellent reliability.

Reaching out from the ammunition box and picking up two magazines and placing them at his feet, Harry loaded the bullets into the gun but did not rush to fire. Instead, he took out an M67 "Little Lemon" that he had seized before from his waist, leaned over to take a look at the target he had selected before, and bit off the pull ring with his teeth.

"Little Lemon" drew a slightly straight arc and flew out from the depths of the warehouse, landing accurately in the oil drums piled next to the warehouse door.

As the explosion sounded, Harry pulled out his pistol, raised his hand and fired several shots at the halogen light above his head, hiding himself in the darkness.

At this time, the truck loaded with nuclear warheads had just started, and Aziz, who was holding onto the partition of the car to get on, was blown off the car by the scorching air wave.

For a moment, he did not realize that he was under attack and thought it was an accident.

Several terrorists standing not far from the oil barrel were set on fire by the gasoline splashed by the explosion. They rolled on the ground and wailed miserably. The horrible burnt smell entered the noses of everyone at the scene, and the warehouse entrance became extremely chaotic for a while.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly!" Aziz had just gotten up from the ground in a panic. The moment he looked inside the warehouse, his pupils suddenly shrank and he jumped and hid beside the warehouse door.

The crisp sound of gunfire from the PKM light machine gun rang out, and Harry, who was lying on the ground hiding himself under a pile of ammunition boxes and tarpaulins, skillfully fired long bursts of fire.

Several terrorists gathered together, took off their clothes and beat out the flames, then were shot and fell to the ground screaming.

The 7.62X54mm steel core bullet used by the PKM light machine gun can even pose a certain threat to lightly armored targets. Although the combat rate of fire is only 250 rounds per minute, it is enough to set off a bloody massacre.

"Go! Leave first!"

Waving at the truck driver who was still looking back foolishly, Aziz pulled over a subordinate who was about to rush into the warehouse and shouted an order, "Idiot! He is at the innermost part of the warehouse, go around from the side."

It only took three or four minutes to empty the two 100-round boxes. As Harry released the trigger, the warehouse fell into deathly silence.

At the entrance of the warehouse, apart from the corpses lying on the ground, there was only an unextinguished flame burning the few flammable materials such as crates, making crackling sounds.

Most of the oil drums at the door were empty, and the explosion did not cause an uncontrollable fire as Harry had expected, nor did it even prevent the truck carrying the nuclear warhead from leaving.

Pursing his lips with some regret, Harry replaced the magazine for the machine gun, bent over and prepared to leave from the side door of the warehouse, trying to surround the dock by himself.

Just as he was about to leave with his machine gun, a shirtless man who had sneaked up on him suddenly pounced from behind a pillar and strangled Harry's neck with a naked stranglehold.

"Here! Here! I caught him!" The shirtless man thought he had controlled the enemy and shouted loudly.

The small door on the side of the warehouse was kicked open, and two terrorists holding AKMs excitedly pointed their guns at Harry, who was unable to break free for a moment, and were about to pull the trigger without caring about the safety of their teammates.

Gunshots rang out, and the two men at the door fell to the ground trembling. Then Jack appeared, waved and greeted them with a smile.

"Looks like you need help?"

Harry, whose face had turned red, exerted force from his waist and threw the shirtless man, who was no less physically fit than him, to the ground. He picked up the fallen machine gun and forced the scalding barrel into the man's mouth.

"what!"

The shirtless man was burned so much that he kept jumping around like a catfish on the shore until Harry pulled the trigger hard.

This bloody scene was a little too inappropriate for children. Harry, with a few drops of unknown liquid splashed on his face, had a fierce look in his eyes. He looked extremely hideous under the dim light of the fire, but inexplicably gave Jack a sense of familiarity.