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Twenty meters was an insurmountable distance for Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua. With limited space for a running start, any further movement would lead them into the infrared-laden Minefield, a danger they could not afford to touch.
Moreover, apart from the vast expanse of grassland, there were no other points to exert force upon, no support to rely on. The only consolation was that this twenty-meter stretch was on a gentle slope; if converted to a straight line, it could be reduced by a few meters. Additionally, the height difference allowed for a slight glide through the air.
Chen Tan Hua looked at Jufeng and said earnestly, "I can't make it on my own."
Jufeng surveyed the terrain of the twenty meters, repeatedly calculating in his mind. Ultimately, he concluded he had only a fifty percent chance. Without certainty, it felt like a gamble, and he began to hesitate.
His gaze drifted upward, admiring the dazzling stars and the moonlight enveloping the mountain peaks.
After a moment of calm reflection, Jufeng suddenly lifted his head and asked Chen Tan Hua, "Do you know the detection range of this Vibration Wave Camera?"
Chen Tan Hua didn’t question why Jufeng was asking him this or if he had thought of some method; instead, he crouched down and shone his light on the camera. Squinting his eyes in concentration for a while, he finally replied, "It should be over thirty kilograms; that’s already quite high in terms of accuracy."
Typically, the threshold was fifty kilograms, with better standards around forty. A thirty-kilogram range was already among the top tier for Vibration Wave Cameras.
Jufeng nodded. Once Chen Tan Hua stood up again, he looked at the Searchlight in his hand and said, "Your Searchlight weighs about two kilograms. Even if you press down hard on it, it shouldn't reach thirty kilograms. That gives me an idea."
Chen Tan Hua nodded in surprise and waited for Jufeng to explain further.
Jufeng casually took the Searchlight from him and tucked it behind his waist. He then assumed a solid horse stance and said to Chen Tan Hua, "Kick me; I’ll use some force. That should be enough to get across."
Upon hearing this, Chen Tan Hua realized that Jufeng's plan only applied to him. He stepped back a few paces, steeling himself before beginning his run.
In just five steps, Chen Tan Hua had already reached peak speed. He leaped forward and planted one foot firmly on Jufeng's clenched fist.
This was akin to leveraging strength; Jufeng's subsequent movement added even more force behind him.
At the moment Chen Tan Hua stepped on his fist, Jufeng suddenly thrust his fist upward with swift power just as Chen Tan Hua’s force was dissipating. To an observer, it appeared as though Jufeng's fist propelled Chen Tan Hua forward by less than half a meter. At that precise moment was also when Chen Tan Hua regained his strength for another explosive push. Thus, both forces combined acted upon him, causing his body to surge into the air.
The twenty-meter slope was easily crossed by Chen Tan Hua, who landed steadily on the ground, right on the artificial green surface created by the Terrorist.
Next up was Jufeng, who would have to manage on his own.
After landing, Chen Tan Hua turned to look at Jufeng, who he had already guessed was planning something. The moment he saw Jufeng's first move, it confirmed his suspicions.
Jufeng made a throwing motion.
He took out the Searchlight, weighed it in his hand, and without a second thought, tossed it into the air.
The Searchlight left Jufeng's palm and arced gracefully into the detection range of the Vibration Wave Camera. If all went well, it would land with a soft thud on the ground below.
In fact, the final outcome proved that there were no surprises throughout the process.
However, an unexpected incident occurred midway.
After throwing the Searchlight, Jufeng took a running start and leaped into the air. His jump was remarkably smooth and effortless, soaring high and far. If all went as planned, he would land more than ten meters away from his starting point—an impressive feat for any human.
Yet if this had happened at the Olympics, Jufeng's stunning performance would have surely impressed the judges and could have easily secured him a world championship title. But this was not a grand event under the spotlight; it was a covert operation in a desolate wilderness. Even more disheartening was that his performance was still insufficient to achieve their intended goal.
However, Jufeng had not expected to succeed immediately; how could he think that simply tossing the Searchlight would result in it vanishing into thin air?
He covered over ten meters in distance before his descending form coincidentally encountered the Searchlight he had thrown.
Jufeng's foot met the Searchlight mid-air, colliding before separating once more. The Searchlight fell to the ground while Jufeng continued to ascend slightly higher.
He managed a second leap in mid-air.
Though this second jump did not compare in height to the first and wouldn't qualify him for the Olympics, it was enough for him to reach the other side.
The figure landed silently, making no noise.
Beside him, Chen Tan Hua watched as Jufeng stood up and gave a thumbs-up gesture.
At that moment, Jufeng had no time for pleasantries; he moved forward, slowly exploring along the edge of the artificial turf.
Given the structure of the Terrorist's building, it was clear that they were not using the main entrance above. There must be another entrance for their operations. However, there had to be at least one opening for ventilation, as the Arms Factory was indeed a factory. Various waste materials and gases could not all be transported out from below.
Chen Tan Hua and Jufeng took turns scouting, each covering fifty meters. This allowed them to keep an eye on each other while saving time.
Fortune favored them; it didn't take long before they discovered a ventilation shaft. Notably, the design of this shaft was quite ingenious—the duct led into the forest, presumably intended to use the jungle's cover to disperse waste gases quietly.
The ventilation shaft was small, but Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua had brought their own tools: Thermal Swords. They listened carefully and confirmed that there was no one below before working together to cut an opening large enough for one person to pass through.
Jufeng went down first, with Chen Tan Hua following closely behind.
Once inside, they were met with darkness. If it were sunny outside at that moment, there might have been some faint light.
Upon entering, they dared not turn on their flashlights; instead, each pulled out a pair of goggles from their pockets. The scene before them instantly transformed.
These were high-tech products improved upon infrared goggles produced by Jinhai Industries. They could detect energy bodies—human movements—as well as locate different metals, displaying them in various colors in front of the two men. They could also detect wavelengths of other common materials.
Thus, what lay before Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua was essentially a colorful representation of the structure. While they couldn't capture every detail, the rough positions could be accurately indicated, helping them avoid any dangerous objects in the dark.
However, these goggles proved to be of limited use. Perhaps the Terrorists were overly confident in their external security measures because this section of the ventilation shaft posed no issues at all; even the ductwork was quite orderly, requiring no unusual maneuvers to pass through.
After traversing less than a hundred meters in darkness, a faint light appeared ahead. Before them stood a massive fan; beyond it lay the true area of Terrorist activity.
Up until now, they had dealt only with lifeless objects—cold metal—but soon they would come face to face with the Terrorists themselves.
Thinking of this, Jufeng felt inexplicably excited, while Chen Tan Hua seemed slightly out of place.
"When dealing with Yang Chou, it was purely for revenge, and I didn't think too much about it. But now that we're here, I suddenly feel like I'm doing something good for humanity. I realize my moral standards have risen, and I think of myself as a great person. Isn't that kind of thought a bit inappropriate?"
Chen Tan Hua asked Jufeng with a sorrowful expression and tone, only to receive a big eye roll in response.
In his heart, he thought about how Chen Tan Hua and that Politeness were so similar in their imaginations, especially with that narcissistic smirk and the smile on his face. If they ever met, he wondered if they would end up fighting to see who was superior.
But if those two fought, the outcome would truly be unpredictable.
Jufeng shook his head, gathered his thoughts, then took off his glasses and the distinctive outfit he wore outside, placing them in the corner as he prepared to engage in battle.
(To be continued)
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