Chapter 315: Ron's Infiltration
"Mr. Ron, I think your method is a bit off," Eggsy glanced at the convoy behind him, feeling uneasy, and finally couldn't help but speak up. "This isn't how I was taught at the spy academy."
Yesterday at noon, Ron was having lunch when Andy and this young man barged in. Ron knew something big was happening as soon as he saw Mycroft's cane, but he never imagined it would be something concerning the lives of hundreds of millions of people.
That bastard Valentine actually planned to use the special wave emitted by the free SIM card to drive all the card users into a frenzy of mutual slaughter, thereby eliminating what he considered inferior humans.
Regarding this crazy idea, Ron could only say that the competition in the supervillain business was really too severe now; even tech CEOs were starting to steal mad scientists' jobs.
"Oh? Is that so?" Ron turned his head with interest: "Then what does infiltration look like in your textbooks?"
An agent's infiltration should be as silent as possible, breaking into the stronghold as quickly as possible without alerting anyone. Eggsy recited the definition of infiltration from the manual with great fluency, showing that he had indeed studied diligently at the special agent academy.
"Yeah, isn't this how we're infiltrating right now?"
Eggsy turned around, glancing with difficulty at the massive artillery piece being towed by the military truck behind the main truck, and finally roared in exasperation, "What kind of infiltration is this?! A gun that big, an M777—unless Valentine's men are all deaf, they'll definitely hear it!"
Behind Ron's pickup truck followed a US military-standard M777 howitzer, towed by a military truck.
Ron chose it for a simple reason: it required at least five people to operate. It was also lighter, half the weight of the towed 155mm howitzers currently in service with most armies, yet its power remained undiminished, with a muzzle velocity of 827 meters per second. Firing unassisted conventional shells, it had a maximum range of 24.7 kilometers.
With rocket-assisted projectiles, the maximum range exceeded 30 kilometers, and the rate of fire reached a staggering five rounds per minute.
"You mean this?" Ron scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "I couldn't help it, you guys were in a rush. Even though I have a lot of pull with the military, this was the most I could manage to borrow on such short notice. But don't worry, if there's another mission like this next time, just give me some advance warning, and I'll borrow an AC-130 and take you for a ride in the air!"
Ron said with a big brother's swagger, while Eggsy was almost going crazy. "Who's talking about that? I'm saying that as soon as this cannon fires, they'll immediately spot us. What kind of infiltration are we doing?!"
"You mean this?"
Before Ron could speak this time, Hank, who had been thoroughly briefed by Ron and was sitting in the passenger seat, took the initiative to explain for Ron. "With this bad boy, plus the 107mm rocket launchers we brought, we can just wipe them all out, right? As long as all the enemies are dead, no one will spot us. Isn't that a perfect infiltration?"
Eggsy opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to find any reason to refute it. He could only weakly try to persuade them, "Isn't what we're doing a bit overkill?"
"Of course not," Ron handed the tablet to Eggsy in the back seat. "The location you provided is actually an abandoned American military fortress. The defenses at the gate alone are more than enough to give us trouble. And I don't want to waste too much time, so I have to use this to clear a path. It's more efficient this way.
Perhaps you British gentlemen, who are used to everything being slow and proper, should learn from our American efficiency. I think that might be one of the reasons Mycroft sent you here."
The military trucks behind Ron's pickup truck began to leave the convoy and head towards a small hill. From there, it was less than five miles to Valentine's outpost, an excellent firing position.
The remaining six pickup trucks lined up behind Ron's truck and continued towards the outpost, whose gate was now clearly visible.
"Gunners in position, ready to fire at any moment," Andy's voice came through Ron's walkie-talkie.
Ron had assigned the M777 howitzer to the senior veterans' club. Firstly, almost all of these old-timers had seen combat and were familiar with artillery; they could easily handle it after a few practice rounds. Secondly, Ron always felt that charging into battle was the job of the younger generation.
Of course, there was a third reason: the elderly generally had minor hearing problems, so there wasn't much worry about the impact of artillery fire on their ears.
"Then aim at their gate and fire!"
BOOM!
As soon as Ron finished speaking, a shell fired from the M777 howitzer's barrel, slamming heavily into the reinforced gate outside the Valentine outpost, creating a huge dent, but it still clung precariously to the wall, not completely destroyed.
However, this was only temporary.
Immediately, with a second and a third blast, the base gate was blown wide open, revealing a spacious passageway inside.
The shelling stopped, and Ron, somewhat annoyed, picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Why did it stop? Keep going! Fire five more rounds into the base, all high-explosive fragmentation rounds."
Eggsy's lips twitched. This was too brutal! He cast a pleading look at the fat man in the passenger seat, but the fat man looked completely unfazed.
This was unbelievable! Did American agents work like this? He couldn't even imagine what would happen when high-explosive rounds hit terrorists emerging from the enclosed base passageways.
"Isn't this a bit too extreme?"
Eggsy asked cautiously, earning a matter-of-fact reply from Ron: "Extreme? That's just politicians' rhetoric. Compared to such bleeding-heart BS, I prefer another saying: The only good terrorist is a dead terrorist."
That's really... I really want to join them!
Eggsy's eyes lit up. He felt completely enlightened, a newfound perspective. This infiltration method was simply awesome. Compared to this, what kind of stuff did the special agent academy teach? So timid and conservative.
Eggsy felt his year and a half of study had been a complete waste.
However, the best was yet to come.
During the five-round burst of the M777 howitzer, Ron's pickup truck convoy finally reached the base gate. The artillery fire had just stopped, but Ron didn't immediately order the convoy to go in. Instead, he picked up the walkie-talkie again.
"Alright guys, listen up. There are five branch passages off the main corridor of this base. Now, each of you in your vehicle is responsible for one passage. Fire all the rockets from the back of your trucks into those passages, got it?"
(End of Chapter)
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