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The storm lashed down relentlessly, a continuous roar of thunder overhead masking the ominous rumble of approaching engines. Kilo 5, 6, 7, and 8 continued their rapid advance through the city, the steady drumming of rain on their vehicles creating a perfect cover for the assault. Most of the enemy forces were still unaware, only the commotion near Kilo 4's zone—a distant explosion—hinting at something wrong. But for now, the city remained largely unsuspecting, sheltered from the storm and the approaching violence.

No vehicles used headlights. Apart from the low growl of engines, nothing exhibited their presence.

Kilo 5, 6, 7, and 8 barreled through the urban streets, the rumble of their engines harmonizing with the growling thunder overhead. They moved together in formation, like a pack of wolves, their statures cutting through the dense sheets of rain. The storm worked in their favor—few civilians dared to venture outside, leaving only the unlucky guards to face the incoming assault.

As they approached a key intersection, the operators coordinated their split. Kilo 5 peeled right, Kilo 6 veered left, while Kilo 7 and 8 continued straight ahead. Each team maintained communication, ensuring no gaps in their assault pattern. They were entering hostile territory, and hesitation was not an option.

Kilo 5 gunned its engines, the lead vehicle smashing through shallow puddles, sending waves of water crashing against storefronts. Two turret gunners were positioned, their fingers already on the triggers. The moment they spotted movement, the sound of gunfire cracked through the air. Da-da-da-da! The spray of bullets splintered brick walls, shredded old signs, and ripped through guard positions before any return fire could even be mustered.@@novelbin@@

"Kilo 5 entering Sector A. Visual clear. Proceeding with assault," the radio crackled as Kilo 5 confirmed their arrival. The vehicles barely slowed as they cut through narrow streets, rain bouncing off the wet walls of buildings lining the alleyways. Civilians were scarce outdoors; the rainstorm had kept them indoors, and the thunder masked the deadly operation moving into their midst.

Besides, tourism in the rainy season didn't fend well, lowering the risk of civilian casualties. Not many tourists like visiting places in wet conditions, particularly for the wealthy ones who enjoyed luxurious services.

Kilo 6 followed suit, entering a sector just west of Kilo 5's position. "Kilo 6 moving into Sector B. Light opposition ahead. Engaging," the turret gunner in the lead vehicle announced as the first sporadic enemy presence appeared—a few guards braving the rain, none of them yet aware of the coordinated attack.

Da-da-da-da-da! The gunfire echoed through the rain-soaked streets, as the turret gunner in Kilo 6 quickly eliminated the threat, barely pausing as the vehicles continued at high speed. Behind them, bodies lay crumpled in the downpour, their weapons useless beside them.

Kilo 6 advanced down a narrow alleyway, the turrets swiveling like predators sniffing out prey. The sound of clanging metal and splintering wood echoed off the walls as a group of armed men emerged from a nearby doorway. The turret gunner didn't hesitate, opening fire as the enemy barely registered their presence. Muzzle flashes lit up the narrow street, reflecting off the rain-soaked pavement as bodies crumpled where they stood. Any notion of a cautious approach was obliterated by the sheer violence of the thunder run.

"Look at Kilo 6," Ling said, readjusting her scope. "They just plowed through two patrols, no hesitation."

Kilo 7 and 8 accelerated down the main boulevard, cutting through what little opposition remained on the wide-open road. A series of armed guards had scrambled to form a defense, setting up a roadblock with sandbags and crates. They barely had time to dig in when the first rounds from the turrets rained down on them. Bullets shredded the makeshift cover, and the heavy engine roars of the technicals drowned out their desperate cries. The two vehicles didn't slow down, smashing right through the wreckage without hesitation.

"Kilo 7, Sector C. No contact yet," came another update from the third team. The main boulevard remained eerily quiet, the only sound the splashing of water beneath the heavy tires of the technicals. They maintained their pace, focused on reaching key enemy locations, their mission clear: search and destroy.

"Kilo 8, Sector D. En route. Standing by for further intel." The southern advance had split, each team covering a different part of the city with ruthless efficiency.

On the hill across the distance high above the chaos, Tang Ziyi glanced at her tablet, the drone feeds providing a bird's-eye view of each team's progression. The black-and-white images flickered as the drones zoomed in on key areas, marking out positions of potential resistance.

Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi watched from their vantage point, their scopes following the chaos below. "They're moving too fast," Tang Ziyi remarked, her tone flat but approving. She scanned the streets, watching as enemies tried and failed to mount any sort of cohesive resistance.

"Kilo 4's noise still hasn't roused the hornet's nest fully," she said into the comms, her voice calm. "They won't know what hit them until it's too late."

Ling Qingyu, beside her, kept her eye on her sniper scope, scanning the surrounding areas for any unexpected developments. "Good. Let them stay in the dark a little longer," she muttered. Her scope shifted slightly to focus on Kilo 5's progression through Sector A.

"Kilo 5, this is Kilo 0, you have two enemy vehicles approaching your six. Keep moving, and be ready to engage," Tang Ziyi radioed to the lead team. She saw the confirmation flash across her screen as Kilo 5 adjusted its speed, preparing for a swift confrontation.

Meanwhile, Kilo 5's lead vehicle swung around a corner, encountering a small guard post. The guards—still unaware of the larger assault—stood lazily by, rifles slung over their shoulders. They hadn't seen or heard the thunder run approaching, their casual stance betraying their lack of preparation.

The turret gunner on Kilo 5 wasted no time.

Da-da-da-da! The guards didn't even have time to react as the rounds tore through their bodies, their rifles clattering to the ground as their lifeless forms hit the wet pavement. The technicals plowed through, not bothering to slow down as they crushed through the debris and bodies.

"Kilo 5, hostiles neutralized. Continuing through Sector A," the radio crackled, their tone steady despite the carnage.

Kilo 6 encountered slightly heavier resistance as they pushed deeper into Sector B. More guards, hearing the distant gunfire from Kilo 4's area, were starting to move, but the rain and thunder still played to Spirit Fox's advantage. As Kilo 6 sped toward their next objective, they spotted a small group of men hastily setting up a barricade at the end of the street.

The lead turret gunner of Kilo 6 grinned, twisting her body as she took aim. "Target locked."

Da-da-da-da-da! The burst of machine-gun fire shredded the barricade before the defenders even had a chance to fortify it. The wooden crates and sandbags splintered, bodies crumpling behind them as the technicals pressed forward.

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"Kilo 6, no resistance left. Moving to next checkpoint."

As Kilo 7 and 8 pushed deeper into Sector C and D, they began encountering more patrols, but it was clear the enemy had still not fully realized they were under attack. A few stray guards tried to take potshots at the passing technicals, but they were quickly silenced by the devastating accuracy of the turret gunners.

"Kilo 7 engaging small group, southeast corner of Sector C. Neutralized. We're picking up speed."

"Kilo 8, same here in Sector D. Resistance light, no serious defenses yet."

Each technical was a whirlwind of destruction, advancing with unrelenting speed and firepower, their only concern to eliminate any opposition before it had a chance to organize. The rain and thunder were both a curse and a blessing—while the storm provided excellent cover, it also made visibility difficult. But the Spirit Fox operators were well-prepared, their NVGs cutting through the darkness and their training allowing them to adjust with precision.

In the midst of the chaos, Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi maintained their overwatch, always ready to intervene. "Two more vehicles on the move, 11 o'clock," Tang Ziyi noted calmly. She relayed the information through the radio, and Kilo 6 quickly adjusted its route to intercept.

Ling Qingyu watched the progress with a sharp eye, seeing the chaos unfold in real-time through her scope. She noted the pattern of bodies left in the technicals' wake, the rain quickly washing away the blood that splattered the streets. "They're making good time," she said to Tang Ziyi.

Tang smirked, adjusting the drone feed as Kilo 7 neared a more fortified position. "Better not slow down now. They're starting to wake up." She radioed an update to the teams. "Be advised, Kilo 4's noise is spreading. Expect heavier resistance soon."

As Kilo 5, 6, 7, and 8 tore through their respective sectors, they remained laser-focused, their thunder run taking its toll on the unsuspecting enemy forces. But with each passing minute, the enemy would become more aware, and soon, the real fight would begin.