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Anthony and William ventured deep into the Military-Industrial Complex Building, uncertain if they would find any crucial clues to prevent the impending Nuclear Explosion. A sense of foreboding washed over them; it felt as though the scent of steel lingered in the air. It was hard not to predict that Anthony might sacrifice himself in the end, while William would survive, ultimately growing from the experience.
As Danmaku began to materialize around them, it had no impact on Anthony and William, who were focused on their mission. William glanced at Anthony, once impeccably dressed as Director Anthony, now resembling a vagabond. "Mr. Anthony," he remarked.
Earlier, while evading the Serpent's pursuit, William had found an abandoned house stocked with water, food, and some clothing. At this mention, Anthony turned to him with a strange expression. If it weren't for the need to maintain appearances for their audience, he would have rolled in a garbage heap himself; he could still be enjoying drinks with Charles in his fine attire.
This was information he couldn't share with William; cameras were likely rolling. "No need," Anthony replied coolly. "We still have to ambush two patrolling guards and change outfits. Going back for clothes now would waste too much time."
William had always respected Anthony, and that respect only deepened in this moment. Truly, Director Anthony was remarkable—not only had he evaded the Serpent's pursuit but he had also managed to extract vital intelligence regarding Tactical Nuclear Weapons from one of their members amidst the chaos of the city.
He knew he had to work even harder!
The two moved cautiously, avoiding surveillance cameras as they approached the Military Industrial Complex Headquarters. When they were within a hundred meters of the building, Anthony tapped his communicator and sent out a prearranged signal.
In an instant, several teams of hidden operatives emerged from surrounding buildings, drawing their weapons and preparing to assault the headquarters. General Joseph transferred command of all remaining Stealth Team members to Anthony, using them as bait to draw fire and divert attention, allowing for their infiltration.
The plan proved effective; despite the relentless bombardment in the outskirts, the Military Industrial Complex Headquarters had never been struck by a single shell. Now, however, they were being challenged directly by the Stealth Team—an affront that could not be tolerated.
The professionals trained by the Military-Industrial Complex quickly retaliated. In terms of firepower alone, both sides were not even on the same level; it was a stark contrast between heaven and earth.
Backed by the Military-Industrial Complex, this place had everything from Long Guns to Short Cannons, providing overwhelming firepower that kept the stealth team members from showing their faces.
As for the Stealth Team? They were only equipped with a handgun, maybe two grenades at most. Their firepower was pitifully inadequate. However, the Stealth Team had its own advantages: they were dispersed. Often, a single point would only have one team member, with several Stealth Teams scattered in all directions.
The Military-Industrial Complex could suppress one point, two points, or even three points without concern. They still had four, five, or more positions around them from which they could launch a counterattack.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Anthony hurriedly led William to avoid all Surveillance Cameras and sprinted toward the building!
Soon, they reached the west side of the first floor of the building. Pushing open an unlocked window, he smoothly climbed inside with an elegant grace that was quite aesthetically pleasing.
William followed closely behind and landed inside, still somewhat incredulous. "Mr. Anthony, we... we just infiltrated like this?"
"Is there a trap?"
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