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Date: October 7th
"Thinking of trying to fool me into cooperating with you? If you can't follow through after we go out, that's just unrealistic," Yang Xiaoyou warned lightly while holding the other person's soft hand.
"Can you be a bit more open-minded? My credibility is a perfect ten," Fia said, releasing Yang Xiaoyou's hand and spreading her pink fingers in front of her, clearly annoyed.
"A perfect score of one hundred?" Yang Xiaoyou thought it was absurd to trust that somewhat eccentric princess completely.
"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you. Now that our battle lines are unified, what do you think we should do next?" Fia said, hands on her hips, looking displeased.
"Since we're not afraid of tearing our masks off, we could either kidnap Maximi or create a bigger chaos to find an opportunity," Yang Xiaoyou shrugged nonchalantly.
"Getting close to Maximi will probably only be possible for the two of us. And what if he takes a hard stance? Are we really going to kill him? At that point, we'd just get swarmed by angry soldiers," Fia replied with a confrontational tone.
"In that case, let's go with the latter option. Do you want your people to go or mine? I have a rough idea of where the Arms cache is located; I'm sure you know as well," Yang Xiaoyou said with a hint of mischief.
"I know, but my people don't. Am I supposed to draw them a map at this time?" Fia rubbed her forehead in exasperation.
"Then I'll go personally. After causing a commotion, I'll retreat on my own. How you all get out depends on your own abilities. Don't worry; my two subordinates are still here, and I'll make sure the noise is loud enough," Yang Xiaoyou said, realizing she didn't quite trust anyone else in this situation.
"You? Are you capable of that? If you get caught, don't drag us down with you. Plus, with your bizarre outfit, anyone outside will spot you missing at a glance," Fia said, her expression filled with disbelief as she scrutinized Yang Xiaoyou.
Being questioned by a beautiful girl about her capabilities made Yang Xiaoyou want to give her a piece of her mind, but she chose to ignore it; there was no need to argue with her.
"As for my identity, let this gentleman take my place for now." Looking at the Middle-Aged Asian Man behind Fia, Yang Xiaoyou removed her helmet, revealing a face that resembled a zombie's.
"What terrible makeup skills," Fia waved her hand dismissively, her face contorting into an expression of disgust that looked quite comical.
"So it was makeup! You scared me; I thought Boss had been bitten by a zombie," Noah said, relief evident on his face.
Hearing Noah's unfiltered words, Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit annoyed.
He directly placed the helmet on the head of the Asian man, who was presumably Vietnamese, and removed his cloak.
Looking up at the high ventilation opening above, Yang Xiaoyou made a reassuring gesture to the people behind him. The reason he had taken the initiative to come to Fia instead of waiting for them to come to him was due to his observations on the way in. He knew that exiting from Fia would lead to another military building, with only a narrow path in between.
Moreover, with the darkness settling in, as long as he dealt with the two fellows guarding below that window, it wouldn't be easy to attract attention from elsewhere.
Turning his back to the entrance to hide his somewhat intimidating appearance, Yang Xiaoyou waited until the outside guard casually opened the door and glanced inside. After the door closed again, he made a dash and used the corner of the wall to propel himself into a series of jumps, grabbing onto the edge of the window above.
At the same time, a thin thread shot out from a ring on his finger, silently beginning to cut through the rusted iron railing that had seen better days.
Remarkably, this special cutting method ensured that after cutting through three bars, he could easily slip out and then reattach them without any visible signs of tampering.
Watching his fluid and skilled movements, Fia and the mercenaries behind her exchanged surprised glances. They hadn't expected this fellow's combat abilities to be quite impressive.
Hanging outside the window and looking down at the two soldiers who resembled wooden stakes, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but smirk. He had been worried about making noise due to his Heartwing abilities and had even prepared for a direct attack. Yet it seemed these two fellows had no intention of looking up at all.
Perhaps they believed that being under a railing meant they were safe; one could tell from General Maximi's subordinates that their commander had likely never encountered much in terms of real-world experience and was probably more reliant on hearsay regarding elite individual combat capabilities.
Calculating the distance perfectly, he let go and simultaneously struck their necks with both hands using the force of his descent. The two slightly built black soldiers fell unconscious without making a sound.
With a crack as their bones shifted, even if they woke up later, they would be left paralyzed from the waist down.
After propping them up against the wall with their guns and knives stripped away, Yang Xiaoyou quickly moved through the narrow passage toward his mental destination.
The heat from the ground hadn’t dissipated yet, but in Gobi’s nighttime environment, temperatures had already begun to drop. The night breeze blowing through this narrow corridor brought a slight chill.
The ability to restore scenes and project reality from memory was something Yang Xiaoyou possessed. If one were to recognize the Second, then no one would acknowledge the First. The capacity to rival the strongest Tactic analysts in memory was closely related to his own mutations.
The searchlights swayed sparsely around, and the patrol team, appearing somewhat lethargic due to the drop in temperature, moved about casually, seemingly unaware that anyone would dare infiltrate the military camp at such a time.
"They really overestimate this fellow. These warlords are indeed all cut from the same cloth; they’re just fellows who found a good master," Yang Xiaoyou sighed after observing the regular patterns of the patrolling soldiers at the alley's entrance.
Africa, due to its unique circumstances, was mostly in a state of perpetual conflict. Even though they had experienced far more clashes than soldiers from major powers, factors like irregular training, lack of nutrition among soldiers, and shortages of practice ammunition constrained them, resulting in these 'battle-hardened' soldiers still exhibiting low quality.
In such an environment, many top mercenaries emerged from African battlefields, but there were no elite units.
"Three cameras for such a large area? The searchlights aren’t even comprehensive and can’t coordinate with the patrols. Is that really an Arms depot over there?" Seeing the glaring flaws in the defense system made Yang Xiaoyou start to doubt his initial judgment.
However, judging by the even worse defenses elsewhere, it seemed that location was indeed an Arms depot.
"Let’s consider this as paying tuition for some education; just don’t blame me for speeding things up." As two patrol teams began to turn their backs on each other, Yang Xiaoyou felt the scenery around him slow down. At that moment, he released the restrictions of his UI department; his muscles contracted sharply as he propelled himself out of the hiding alley.
Like a ghost, he slipped through the gap between the two teams that had their backs turned!
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