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Once upon a time, Song Jiu thought that the method of using tape and towels to gag someone in movies was very unrealistic. He had considered trying to figure it out himself but never put it into practice. Today, however, his curiosity and skepticism were validated; Field Duty provided him with an opportunity.
Song Yao and Luo Yu frowned as they stared at Song Jiu. They were unclear about his intention behind choosing to surrender. Although their situation left them with no other choice, Song Jiu appeared confident, as if he already had a foolproof plan. In reality, they had no idea that Song Jiu was simply throwing caution to the wind, betting on the chance that their opponents would not execute him on the spot, employing the tactic he was most skilled at—stalling for time.
Fortunately, he guessed correctly. The laboratory had strict requirements; if they returned with half-dead individuals, the old coffin board would be furious.
The two women exchanged glances. Luo Yu discreetly kicked Song Jiu with her foot. They attempted to communicate through their eyes, but since getting into the vehicle, Song Jiu seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed and eyelids drooping. The tape around his mouth twisted as he struggled, trying to break free from its constraints.
Song Yao reluctantly gave up on trying to communicate with him and glanced at Luo Yu, who looked just as confused, unsure of what Jiu Jiu was trying to prove with the tape.
Preoccupied with his own predicament, Song the Official failed to notice the unusual behavior of the girls nearby. In such dire circumstances, he displayed an oddly childlike innocence. His forehead was lined with veins as if his lips and tongue were desperately trying to fight back, but it was futile; the tape remained firmly sealed over his mouth without a hint of a gap.
Fortunately, this foolish behavior did not last long. Golden Cup Van arrived at Pharmaceutical Factory, freeing Song Jiu from the tedious experiment. Moreover, when the lead vehicle entered the Industrial Zone, the bright headlights illuminated the oncoming Cherokee and SRT.
Allies had found their way here; this was good news—the plan was halfway successful.
Song Jiu turned his head to see what was happening at the front entrance through the window. Sitting in the back seat, Field Duty slapped him back down. They couldn't kill him but didn’t say anything about hitting him. This kid had already caused significant losses to their limited guard force; now that they were about to fall into the laboratory's hands, they needed to take action before it was too late.
Feigning ferocity, Song Jiu shot him a glare. Provoked, Field Duty was furious and was about to use his rifle butt to teach him a lesson when suddenly gunfire erupted from the front entrance—two groups could no longer contain their anger upon encountering each other.
The three exchanged worried glances about the situation at the front entrance. Unlike Song Jiu's group, they were being pursued by five vehicles alone and had no way to evade them. After being forced to stop, they could only engage in a firefight—a last resort. But what was going on with Wu Wentao and Jin Bo? Together they had only two guns against over a dozen armed thugs inside their opponents' vehicles.
Those outside the storm were suspicious; however, those at its center had no time for doubts. As previously mentioned, both sides lacked complete information, which indirectly created a balance between them. Field Duty didn't know how many enemies there were; having captured three earlier had already cost them dearly. Now three more vehicles suddenly appeared without any prior warning, making them question their opponents' origins. The National Highway had informants stationed; if these people came from there, it was impossible for them not to have been spotted. There were only two possibilities: 1) This group had come from elsewhere with premeditated intent; 2) The informants along National Highway had been eliminated.
Out of caution, Commander immediately ordered a retreat. A small car slipped in behind them unnoticed by the lead vehicle; they needed to split forces for a pincer maneuver. The security at Experimental Base was limited and could not withstand any losses. Thus, one of the two Jinbei vehicles parked at the front entrance left, leaving Commander with eight men returning to prepare for an ambush at the administrative building.
This inadvertently relieved some pressure on the two vehicles advancing toward the front entrance. Wu Wentao abandoned the Cherokee after it sustained heavy fire; its long-neglected frame could no longer withstand further damage and declared itself out of service. A black Nissan arrived just in time to intercept bullets with its body as both men and women exited their vehicles to regroup with Wu Wentao's team.
"Should we shoot?" A young man from Nissan seemed eager despite their disadvantage in firepower. However, Luci and Jin Bo had already infiltrated ahead; their opponents couldn't guard against both inside and outside simultaneously—this worked in their favor. He thought that this former Field Duty tough guy would charge forward without hesitation but was surprised when he simply shook his head dismissively.
"We can't win." Wu Wentao candidly acknowledged their disadvantage and seeing their faces fall slightly smirked coldly as he added, "Just hold them off until others arrive."
Several people were jolted by the words, taking cover behind the vehicle as they launched into this impromptu friendly match.
Wu Wentao and the young man took turns firing. As their opponents retreated to the Administrative Building, the distance between both sides widened. It was unrealistic to expect a decisive hit amidst the hail of bullets, so Wu Wentao changed tactics. He instructed the young man to prioritize his safety while focusing their fire on the windows of the building.
The young man paused for a moment, then silently admired the keen observation skills of the former Field Duty officer. Just as Wu Wentao had anticipated, there were internal staff members in the Administrative Building. The Commander and his group used the floors as cover but inadvertently involved non-combat personnel. Hitting a moving target with stray bullets was difficult, but striking those immobile windows was almost effortless. Under Wu Wentao's guidance, they completely disregarded the Field Duty personnel and concentrated on shooting at the glare-proof glass windows. In no time, their ammunition ran out, and the fourth floor of the Administrative Building was riddled with holes. Lights flickered on in the darkened floors as startled internal staff members panicked and fled their posts, streaming out of the building.
"Smart move, General," the young man grinned, jokingly patting his back.
"Keep firing, call them out one by one." A sinister smile crept onto Wu Wentao's sharply defined profile. As a veteran of Field Duty, he was well-versed in internal regulations. Normally, the primary objective of all Field Duty personnel was to protect researchers, followed closely by safeguarding internal staff. As desperate individuals living on borrowed time, they could use their weapons to secure everything, but this had to be predicated on fulfilling their duties.
There weren't many Internal Staff members stationed in the Administrative Building—less than ten in total—but they were crucial for maintaining communication between the entire camp and headquarters. Each Experimental Base had different responsibilities: security, research, supply management, and communications. The reason these internal staff chose to occupy the front-facing Administrative Building was due to the original underground wiring plans of the Pharmaceutical Factory. Kenny had immense energy; it wasn't an issue for him to make significant renovations based on existing structures. However, he was powerless against the intricately woven underground information network.
The communication lines could still function primarily due to various base stations and previously existing wiring networks. With professional personnel performing patchwork repairs, even if it couldn't be as convenient as before, it could at least relay signals over short distances through progressive information transmission to nearby base stations. This was also the only way for contacts inside and outside the base to communicate.
For whatever reason, Commander and his team had to evacuate and protect the internal staff immediately; otherwise, communication within the camp would be completely paralyzed.
Wu Wentao's goal was precisely that. He did not oppose Song Jiu's plan but harbored his own calculations. His greatest concern had always been Kenny. Since he had taken it upon himself to disrupt operations, he had to ensure that information did not leak out. Destroying communication hubs was one of his strategies. However, Wu Wentao hadn't expected that an accidental shot would resolve a lingering worry.
The Commander found himself in a difficult position; while they had superior firepower, they now faced obstacles. There was a world of difference between professional Field Duty personnel and internal staff; expecting Internal Staff to drop their work clothes and pick up guns was wishful thinking. The Commander merely hoped these scholars and ladies could follow orders without running into enemy fire.
The brief chaos disrupted the Commander's rhythm. Seizing the opportunity, Wu Wentao and the young man advanced with their guns blazing, indifferent to whether they hit Field Duty or internal staff; as long as someone screamed and fell, it counted as a success for them. The other three members had no chance to join in for now; as specialists in Cold Weapons, charging recklessly would only make them sacrificial lambs in this skirmish.
The Commander quickly regrouped; two Internal Staff members were killed by stray bullets while several others sustained varying degrees of injury. The Commander assigned two people to escort these pampered youths toward the Industrial Zone while he rallied the remaining Field Duty personnel to counterattack. With anger fueling their firepower, after several heavy exchanges, Wu Wentao's group was forced back once again.
The young man no longer felt anxious; if their opponents wanted to fight, let them fight; if not, they would hold back their fire. After all, they still had enough bullets for a while longer; this tug-of-war suited their purpose of buying time.
In a moment of reloading ammunition, Wu Wentao seemed to recall something and nudged the young man, asking, "Where did Luci go in?"
The young man was engrossed in firing when he heard this question; he paused briefly before pointing towards a section of the side wall near its midpoint and said, "Climb over."
"Wu Wentao" raised an eyebrow, somewhat incredulous. How could such a large "Industrial Zone" not be adequately staffed with "Security" personnel? Wasn't this playing with fire? His impression of the "Experimental Base" was still stuck three years ago, unaware of the changes that Kenny had made since then.
"There shouldn't be any. At least, I haven't heard anything," the young man replied.
"Wu Wentao" frowned in thought. He was about to instruct the other three who were of no use to find a way to enter the "Industrial Zone" and support the front line when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a beam of light. Turning his head, he saw "Chang'an Benben" racing in from the main road.
"Damn it, they're all here," "Jiao Ziqian" said with an unhappy expression, as if someone had stolen his thunder.
"Not everyone is here," "Fang Fei" scanned the surroundings. The main entrance only had a "Nissan" and a "Cherokee," indicating that not all personnel had arrived.
"Stop. It looks like we still can't break in," "Jiao Ziqian" clicked his tongue, cradling his rifle that hadn't had the chance to fire yet.
"Fang Fei" acknowledged and was about to stop the car when he saw "Wu Wentao" gesturing wildly ahead. Immediately after, he and another young man vaulted over a car barricade, their gun muzzles flashing as they charged directly toward the "Administrative Building's" "Field Duty."
"Buckle up," "Fang Fei," quick-witted, instantly understood "Wu Wentao's" intention. He pushed the gear lever and slammed on the gas, charging forward under the cover of dual guns.
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