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Chapter 190: Countercurrent
The bright searchlight swept across the flat Gobi Desert like a long rainbow, as a team of soldiers dressed in desert camouflage lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the thick beam of light to turn in another direction. Shaoshan spat out the Red Willow Branch in his mouth and turned back to whisper, "Spread out." The twenty-man team silently and orderly dispersed into a line, scattering into various blind spots of the searchlight.
One soldier handed a monocular night vision scope to Shaoshan, pointing towards a depression ahead. He raised one finger, slightly bent, as if holding a cylindrical object before his eyes. Shaoshan frowned; this gesture indicated that there was a sniper ahead. On such an open plain with little cover, a skilled sniper could inflict serious casualties on their team.
However, logically speaking, a sniper's range is greater, and their accuracy surpasses that of non-standard night vision scopes. If the soldier could spot the sniper within the scope's visibility range, then the sniper had no reason to remain silent. Shaoshan found it strange and adjusted the angle of the scope to look in the direction indicated by the soldier.
Indeed, a row of uneven Containers lay before a cluster of buildings. Thanks to the shadows cast by the searchlight and the cover provided by the depression in the terrain, it would be easy to overlook them without careful observation. Shaoshan spat in disdain, concluding that there must be professional soldiers present. Although mercenaries were not weak in combat power, their ability to construct cover using environmental advantages was quite ordinary. It was evident that these individuals had not put much thought into it; otherwise, replacing the Containers with bunkers would have made them much harder to detect.
Shaoshan glanced at his watch; half of the time agreed upon with Wang Zhongyu had already passed. If everything went smoothly on his end, he would be nearing the Safety Barrier, just waiting for his signal to open fire.
A four-legged Mole Cricket crawled past Shaoshan, its two antennae twitching as it circled around him curiously. It seemed intrigued by this large creature lying on the ground and cautiously approached with vibrating wings. Shaoshan glanced at the little insect's movements, set down the scope, and pinched the Mole Cricket between two fingers. Its front legs were claw-like digging tools, and as soon as Shaoshan picked it up, it instinctively attacked. However, Shaoshan did not give it a chance; with his other hand, he pinched its head and gently twisted it off, separating its head from its body. The headless Mole Cricket struggled for a moment before finally going still.
Shaoshan grinned and tossed aside the dismembered insect, flexing his fingers. The soldiers who had spread out on either side sprang up simultaneously and swiftly moved forward in a crouched position, seeking elevated ground for cover before the searchlight swept back around.
The sniper's position remained silent. Through the scope, there was an obvious sniper window visible, with part of a High-Precision Sniper Rifle barrel protruding slightly; however, it was unclear what the sniper behind it was doing. Shaoshan and his team had already entered shooting range but seemed to have drawn no attention from their opponent. It was as if they were completely disregarded; even a distant sniper warning was not issued.
This was quite strange; after all, a sniper's mission is to observe the plains from extreme distances. If he saw Shaoshan's group but did not fire a warning shot, there were only two possible explanations: 1) They didn't care; 2) There was no sniper.
Shaoshan leaned towards the second option; perhaps that was merely a bluffing sniper position. The twenty-man team continued to stealthily advance in three waves towards the cluster of buildings like waves slowly approaching shore. The clouds conveniently obscured the bright moon, casting large shadows over them.
Chen Zhao Zhou pressed his thin lips together, his bright eyes glinting with a barely perceptible coldness. The sniper rifle in front of him reflected a hint of chill under the dim moonlight, and through the high-precision scope, several figures flashed by swiftly.
“Zhao Zhou, should we notify Watchtower?” asked the Goatee Soldier beside him.
“Don’t they have eyes?” Chen Zhao Zhou snorted coldly, glancing at his comrades in the camp who were gearing up. He instructed, “Proceed as planned. Use light fire to distract them and help draw the firepower away from Watchtower.”
“Are we really going to do that?” Goatee Soldier hesitated. “If they’re going to retaliate, shouldn’t we make contact with them first?”
“No need. Our target is up there.” Chen Zhao Zhou turned his gaze toward a building high Inside the Wall, about four or five stories up. A flickering candlelight was faintly visible through a window, casting a silhouette against the glass that swayed gently with the flame.
“Understood. I’ll prepare the vehicle.”
“It’s already ready.” Chen Zhao Zhou stopped Goatee from turning to leave and said, “I’ll leave this to you. Control the pace; I’ll need about five minutes.”
“Okay.” Goatee nodded, watching as Chen Zhao Zhou loaded golden bullets into the magazine with a slight smile on his lips, murmuring, “Brother Long must be watching from above.”
“Then let him see clearly.” Chen Zhao Zhou smiled faintly, tucked two handguns into his jacket, and turned to leave the Container.
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Behind the steel frame wall, Wang Zhongyu glanced at his watch and finally let out a sigh of relief. The infiltration had gone smoothly, arriving about three minutes ahead of schedule. There was no firepower lurking behind the first steel frame wall; scattered Zombies were quickly dealt with. In front of him stood the final Safety Barrier: five layers of barbed wire, each layer interspersed with steel rebar. The holes in the wire were too small to climb through, and the rebar was tightly packed within the inner structure. The top barbed wire stood at least five meters high—climbing was impossible; they could only crawl through.
The accompanying soldiers took aviation shears from their backpacks and cut open the bottom of the barbed wire under the cover of other alert soldiers before donning tactical helmets and crawling in. The bottom of the barbed wire posed no issue, but there was nearly a twenty-centimeter gap between the bottom support structure of the rebar and the ground. As long as one wasn’t too heavy, it was entirely possible to crawl through.
The safety barrier marked the beginning of a narrow passage filled with construction debris, at the end of which stood the assembly plant, its protruding steel framework visible against the skyline. If one could climb over the steel structure, they would leap into the Test Command Area, where a secure door led underground. As for the massive concrete pipeline that stretched from the external steel framework all the way to the first layer of steel wall, Wang Zhongyu didn’t even glance at it. This was new equipment built during the later stages of the Launch Base, and Wang Zhongyu was unaware of its purpose, assuming it was just a regular waste discharge pipeline. According to the blueprints, the sewage pipes of the Underground Structure were not laid on the surface, so he deemed it unnecessary to pay attention.
Five soldiers moved slowly and cautiously under the cover of their comrades, using aviation shears to gradually shred through barbed wire, creating a passage wide enough for a person to crawl through. Wang Zhongyu nervously glanced at the sky, waiting for the moment when external firepower would erupt.
Wang Zhongyu abandoned the pipeline, leaving a clear path for Jiang He and Luci. The two emerged from the Radar Room, Luci in front and Jiang He behind, both trying their best to control the sounds made while dispatching zombies as they edged toward the sewage pipeline.
Luci had once been a smart hero; during her escape, she had likely only taken one life, and that was in collaboration with Cao Liang. Now, however, this intelligent hero had fully transformed into a combat hero. The ground was littered with zombies whose heads had been pierced by her dagger, while Jiang He’s achievements paled in comparison.
Jiang He was astonished; Luci's movements, speed, and strength far exceeded his own. If one paid close attention, they would notice that Luci's blade consistently struck true, piercing right into the center of each zombie's forehead without deviation. Although her body bore an increasing number of scratches and bites, it did nothing to hinder her fluid and brutal killing motions.
"Is this the power of drugs?" Jiang He thought as his remaining worldview crumbled under the weight of scientific prowess.
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