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Yan Kong and his team quietly approached the steep slope at the back of the Frontline. It was an almost vertical cliff, with bare rocks that were sharp and irregular. Above them, the Bunker loomed like a silhouette against the night sky. Occasionally, small stones would slip down the slope, making faint "tap-tap" sounds as they fell into the dark abyss below, disappearing without a trace.
Standing at the base of the slope, Yan Kong looked up at this nearly insurmountable barrier. His expression grew complex, and he couldn't help but smile wryly to himself: "Feng Huo really anticipated that I would take on such a ridiculous order..." His gaze swept over the treacherous path ahead, filled with both disdain and excitement before battle.
At that moment, a captain from the Assault Team approached him. Clad in lightweight armor and painted with gray-black camouflage, he appeared particularly sharp and efficient. He stood beside Yan Kong and spoke in a low, respectful voice, "My lord, everyone is ready and waiting for your command." There was no hint of tension in his tone, only determination and anticipation.
Yan Kong turned to look at his team behind him. Thirty members of the Assault Team stood in the shadows, holding Katanas and grappling hooks, with explosives strapped to their waists. Their eyes were bright and focused; all were silent, awaiting orders.
"Remember why we are here," Yan Kong said softly, his tone stern and resolute. He let his gaze linger on each face for a moment, as if to encourage them while ensuring they were unafraid. "We are not here to enjoy the scenery; we are here to plant Wu Jing's flag and let those Yang Chuan scum know that this is their end."
The team members nodded in unison, not a word spoken among them. They understood that any unnecessary noise could betray their presence.
Yan Kong turned back to the steep slope, reaching behind him to retrieve his grappling hook. He skillfully adjusted its angle before squinting to lock onto a protruding rock midway up the slope. With a firm press of his finger on the trigger, he fired.
"Bang—!" The grappling hook released a deep sound as it shot out like lightning, tracing a sharp arc through the air. The tip of the hook caught securely onto the protruding rock with a solid "click."
After tugging on the rope to ensure it was secure, Yan Kong gripped the grappling hook tightly in his hand. He glanced back at his team with a cold smirk: "Follow me closely; don’t fall behind, or I won’t have time to pick you up." With that, he leaped first, climbing up along the rope as his team followed closely behind—a silent procession moving like ghosts along the cliffside, blending into the night.
They climbed cautiously up the slope, their feet finding purchase on the rough and unstable rock face; one misstep could send them plummeting into the abyss below. Their hands gripped the rope tightly as their bodies surged upward with each effort. When they reached midway up the slope, suddenly a brilliant light flickered from afar, accompanied by deafening cannon fire that filled the night with an atmosphere of war.
The distant battlefield came into view; Energy Bullets zipped through the night sky like raindrops, creating bright arcs of light that decorated the darkness like deadly fireworks. Wu Jing's soldiers were fiercely attacking the entrance of Frontline, explosions illuminating the ground as Yang Chuan soldiers were seen being thrown into the air by blasts.
The brutality and grandeur of this battle were shocking; however, there was no time to pause and admire the "scenery." Yan Kong glanced down at his team; they continued to climb steadily, each one focused with swift and powerful movements—none distracted from their task.
"Focus!" Yan Kong whispered to himself, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he shifted his gaze from the distant battlefield back to the slope in front of him. He took a deep breath, secured his grip on a protruding rock, and adjusted the angle of his grappling gun, aiming it at the wall of the Bunker above.
He squinted, slowly squeezing the trigger while holding his breath. The night wind howled in his ears, but at that moment, he felt isolated from the surrounding chaos, with only the target wall occupying his mind.
"Bang!" The grappling gun emitted a dull thud as the steel cable shot out once more, piercing the Bunker wall with precise force and wedging itself firmly into a crack in the stone. With a faint "click," the cable secured itself, taut and solid.
Yan Kong tugged on the rope to ensure it was secure before signaling to his team below to prepare for the climb. Then, he gripped the rope tightly, pushed off with his feet, and swiftly ascended like a ghost toward the Bunker wall.
This was a battle that needed to be resolved quickly; time and stealth were their only advantages. His gaze was sharp as a blade, and he was mentally prepared to deliver an end to this fight for those unsuspecting enemies.
Yan Kong clutched the rope tightly and pulled himself up onto the Bunker wall, landing steadily on his feet. He immediately crouched low, his knife half-drawn, scanning the surroundings like a hawk for any potential threats. However, to his surprise, the area behind the wall was eerily quiet, with hardly any guards present.
The distant sounds of chaos and explosions still echoed faintly, but within this space behind the wall, it felt as if they were cut off from the outside world—only a few inconspicuous patrol lights flickered in the darkness. Yan Kong's brow furrowed slightly as he gripped the hilt of his knife; every muscle in his body was primed for action. He slowly stood upright and directed his gaze forward.
Not far away stood a three-story tower silhouetted against the night sky, its lights twinkling and outlining its structure clearly. It was the most prominent building on the Frontline; shadows of soldiers could be seen moving back and forth at its peak, indicating it was a heavily guarded location.
Yan Kong activated the Enhanced Visual System in his Brain-Computer, instantly magnifying his field of vision. The distant scene became as clear as if it were right before him. He meticulously observed the details of the tower: the number of soldiers, their firepower distribution, patrol routes, and possible blind spots for an attack. His gaze lingered on the second floor of the tower; its windows were brighter than those on other levels, and several soldiers stood by them conversing—clearly some sort of temporary command center.
"This is it," Yan Kong murmured to himself, his resolve strengthening. The data in his Brain-Computer quickly matched with reports from scouts confirming that this was indeed where the target commander was located.
He turned back to signal to his climbing teammates to remain quiet and follow closely. They needed to take advantage of this momentary gap to approach their target swiftly—strike decisively without drawing more enemy attention.
Yan Kong tightened his grip on his Katana, crouched low against the wall like a hunting wolf ready to pounce on its prey, preparing for one final assault on his target.
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