Special Forces: Nemesis Strike -

The air in the transport plane was thick with the scent of hydraulic fluid and anticipation. , the tactical specialist, checked the seals on her suppressed carbine for the third time. Beside her, Raptor was a wall of muscle, calmly chambering a round into his heavy machine gun. Their objective was clear: dismantle the Nemesis network before they could deploy their stolen prototype technology.

He wasn't just a distraction; he was the hammer. As an enemy attack helicopter rose to intercept him, Raptor didn't flinch. He swapped to an RPG, the blast lighting up the Siberian night as the "boss" spiraled down in a ball of flame. Phase 3: The Nemesis Strike Special Forces: Nemesis Strike

"They don't have to like it," Stealth replied as the screen flashed COMPLETED . "They just have to deal with us." The air in the transport plane was thick

They met at the core of the facility—the "Thesis" database. The room was a labyrinth of servers and glass, housing the stolen tech that could spark a global catastrophe. Their objective was clear: dismantle the Nemesis network

"Nemesis isn't going to like this," Raptor grunted as a fresh wave of elite shock troops—the "gods of war"—rushed the door.

"Thirty seconds to drop," the pilot’s voice crackled over the comms.

They weren't just soldiers; they were the last line of defense for the . Their target was a high-tech fortress hidden deep within the Siberian tundra. As the bay doors hissed open, the freezing wind roared into the cabin. Phase 1: The Silent Infiltration