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The central system pipeline was forcefully opened, and a Circuit Board, symbolizing the Artificial Persona Consciousness, was removed. The Warrior General Circuit Board was placed into the Black Box. With the Alarm losing its balance, gates slowly began to rise one after another, and he walked out towards the entrance.
At that moment, within the Logistics Team, they were well aware of what had transpired under Yandere's command. Although they considered sending someone to investigate, they were at a loss as to who to send. Even Austin had been knocked down and unable to rise. Would they really send all their skilled members to hunt down just one person, neglecting the other four teams involved in the exercise? Their communication devices were also under threat, so they could only send someone to inform General Romeo of their current predicament.
"I have a general understanding of the situation here. This is part of the upper-level policy Reform, and you have no right to know. Do you lack the courage to fight without technology? We are the invincible Crimson Dragon Army; we cannot afford to lose face. Fight until the last person stands. Just relay my orders to all units," General Romeo said, taking a sip of the Ice Wine on the table to moisten his throat.
"Understood, General. I grasp what you need," the Messenger from the Logistics Department replied excitedly.
General Romeo hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Since we cannot connect through ground cables, use old-fashioned communication equipment to contact other units. If they are in a similar situation, it will truly be troublesome. I need to hold a meeting with the generals of our brother units to cancel this exercise. This is a show of force; with such a disparity in strength between Confronting Enemy and Ally, if our communication lines are cut off, do we still have any chance of victory?"
"That possibility isn't entirely out of reach," the Messenger said, shaking his head, unsure how to proceed but finding an excuse that could lead into conversation.
"Well, it's good that you have that thought. You may go now," Abel Romeo nodded in understanding. It seemed even he did not believe that the Crimson Dragon Army could win. If his suspicions were correct and their brother units were also trapped in similar circumstances, it would mean that these five legions were unlikely to survive intact. Most members of the Crimson Dragon Army would have to disband and head for the front lines or become scattered soldiers in remote areas.
The Messenger nodded politely and exited the room, hurrying off to relay his superior's orders to the Logistics Department.
Meanwhile, at the moment when the Crimson Dragon Army was under espionage attack, the entire military camp was illuminated by searchlights. Every detail mattered; even slightly unfamiliar faces were stopped and asked for military identification. Otherwise, they would be dragged into dark rooms by unknown individuals.
The situation was complex; the Crimson Dragon Army had considerable experience with counter-espionage strategies. They regularly replaced targeted passwords known only to their own troops. Each unit circulated its own passwords among its members, making it nearly impossible for spies to infiltrate since martial law had been declared across the camp. Even escaping would be quite difficult.
"Where are we going now?" At that moment, a group moved through a dim corridor, illuminated by slivers of light streaming through windows. Among them was a relatively cheerful man who suddenly asked.
"Where else can we go? To catch spies," another replied calmly.
"You think catching a spy is that simple? You’ve heard about their strength; even our Commander has no power to fight back. What do you think we can do if we go?" someone lamented, shaking his head.
"Enough with the nonsense. If you don’t want to take the opportunity to make a name for yourself, then stop bringing up these demoralizing topics. It’s pointless; let’s see some actual action," the leader snapped.
"Alright, alright, I’ll stick with you. Is that good enough?"
The leader glared at the one beside him who was shaking his head and sighed, "Less talk, let’s go."
At the forefront was a fierce-looking man, flanked by a few silent but undoubtedly strong individuals. Under his intimidation, they said nothing, hands on their waists as they moved forward. Just then, they witnessed the glass ahead shatter suddenly, and a shadow slipped inside. The scene was too bizarre; one woman in the group screamed as the shadow rolled into the darkness and vanished.
"What are you screaming for? Check for any life signs!" a man shouted, gripping the girl's hand tightly as if he intended to crush her wrist. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. Seeing this, the others didn’t wait for orders but rushed out instead. If they could just hold onto that shadow, they might not be able to defeat it, but at least they could buy some time for rescue since the last person had already sped back to report after seeing it.
"The signal is moving quickly about eight hundred meters ahead; we need to hurry! If it escapes this building, it will be even harder to track," the girl quickly said as she pulled her hand back.
"Good. Leave two behind; everyone else move out. You come with me; you're a valuable radar searcher—how could I do without such an assistant?" The man sneered, dragging her arm forward.
"If you consider me an assistant, then stop treating me so roughly when asking for help," she cursed.
"This is my way of showing love; can’t you feel it?" he replied.
"Hmph."
The group dashed forward into the dark corridor. Suddenly, everyone stopped again; the girl frowned and halted at the front, causing those behind her to bump into each other. The man was about to yell when he sensed something was off—a red laser dot appeared deep in the corridor. Just as this thought crossed his mind, bullets sliced through the air. Blood splattered from the girl’s chest—not just blood; it turned out to be hidden tranquilizer darts that had penetrated her skin and seeped into her nerves, causing her to collapse to the ground.
The people behind him fell one after another. Without the Radar Scanner, the last remaining man suddenly shouted, "What kind of skill is it to hide in the corner and ambush others? Come out and face me one-on-one! Let's see if I don't turn you all into pancakes!" As soon as he finished speaking, it felt as if a needle had pierced his neck, and then everything went dark as he lost consciousness.
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