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From Yang Xiaoyou's mouth, Lucas and Shadow of Death received some analysis and possibilities, their faces showing a hint of emotion. The complexity of the situation here was beyond what they had initially imagined.
At this moment, Lucas began to understand why the higher-ups had sent this newcomer to assist them.
On the other hand, the Arab Sister wore a grim expression. It was unclear whether she was reacting to the internal power struggles that had been mentioned or to her assessment of the risks involved here. As a soldier, she felt ill-equipped to engage in such power struggles; her best course of action was to gather as much information as possible and then firmly align herself with the other side. However, the risks of staying behind were equally chilling.
"It’s obviously impossible to hide here indefinitely. However, due to personnel issues on their side, it will take some time for them to find us. From the direction of Farm, considering the number of people appearing there and the need to check all basements and empty houses along the way, it is estimated that it will take about thirty-five to forty minutes to reach here. To be conservative, we probably have around twenty-five minutes of rest time left. This gives us just enough time to plan our next actions." Since she was now leading the conversation, Yang Xiaoyou did not hesitate and took charge of setting their objectives.
Without the interference of the 'Doctor' and 'Assistant,' Shadow of Death clearly had no objections. Although Lucas had an impulsive personality, he was aware of his shortcomings and usually preferred to follow his partner's opinions during missions. As for the somewhat dazed rookie agent, there was no need to pay too much attention to him.
After Yang Xiaoyou took out her laptop from her backpack and shared satellite images she had saved earlier, she identified four optimal locations that could effectively shield the entire town. Based on these points and her analysis of Black September's character, she roughly outlined several critical areas where the enemy might be vulnerable.
Undoubtedly, these locations were the best routes for gathering intelligence. Additionally, if they could successfully disrupt any interference devices, they could call for external support.
However, Yang Xiaoyou pointed out a crucial issue: since there were signs of infiltration at higher levels, any calls for help after disrupting their communications might also encounter variables. They could not rely solely on this escape route.
Although Lucas and Afifah were somewhat dismissive of Yang Xiaoyou's identification of key areas, even Shadow of Death's eyes flickered with uncertainty, they ultimately refrained from voicing any objections. They were already running around like headless chickens; it was better to set some sort of target.
"The risks and rewards are proportional. If we succeed, we gain not only reputation and friendship with your country's leadership but also valuable new information and samples. Agent Sister can turn this into a successful mission. As for failure, if luck is on our side, we might escape with our lives but leave empty-handed. However, it’s more likely we’ll be killed outright or end up as experimental subjects. Everyone should be mentally prepared for that. Now then, let’s move out." After finishing her remarks and giving one last reminder, Yang Xiaoyou glanced at the time and closed her eyes for a moment to listen to their surroundings before pushing open the wooden door of the basement.
They emerged again—damn! They were still in this area without managing to use any blind spots to get elsewhere. All those worker bees had run around for nothing.
In a sealed room, a man with a nose ring and dark skin slammed his fist on the table in frustration as he watched three figures flash across the display screen multiple times.
"Interesting; they have a keen understanding of our nature. Although they pretended not to check the cameras, they deliberately used our own eyes against us. The third-rate agents from the United Arab Emirates would never pull off something like this." At that moment, a figure dressed in monk robes stepped out from the shadows, his face obscured by a patterned mask as he spoke in a raspy voice.
"Bishop, you’ve arrived. It’s unfortunate that someone with a higher status escaped; otherwise, we could have extracted more information from him. Moreover, another rat has brought some trouble—those damned Jewish pigs and that cursed Frenchman!" The man who started speaking showed respect upon noticing the Bishop before continuing his complaints.
"All things are subordinate; only Allah is supreme. Since they have come here, it is by His guidance that we can test these treasures' abilities. If perfected, we can achieve that original control effect ourselves." The Bishop stared at the figures displayed on the screen for a while before speaking ominously—his demeanor contrasting sharply with his attire.
On a remote road in Kenna Town, a bloodied man in white staggered forward with an injured left leg.
His eyes were filled with fear as he glanced back occasionally; even his gun-wielding hand trembled slightly. A deep gash resembling one made by a giant animal trap marred his thigh. Although he had hastily bandaged it up, blood still seeped through the cloth.
This damned town! These damned monsters!
At that moment, the Doctor was filled with sorrow as he watched his partner slowly being disemboweled by others beside him. It was truly heartbreaking.
Especially since their powders ensured that the intestines could be extracted without causing death from excessive blood loss. Their technique was skillful, clearly not the first time they had performed such a gruesome torture.
"I'm not not saving you, don't blame me; I'm just trying to survive!" With a face twisted in agony, the Doctor moved forward while constantly trying to convince himself to shake off the image of those desperate and pleading eyes from his mind.
Every time he thought of it, a wave of nausea surged from within him, and he leaned against the wall to vomit some yellow, foul-tasting bile.
But just as he turned a corner while supporting himself against the wall, a Steel Fork flew toward his head.
Fortunately, the Steel Fork stopped just before it could strike his skull, almost grazing his skin. Then came a nonchalant voice.
"It's you? I see you're still alive."
Startled by the voice, the Doctor relaxed when he realized that the gun he had raised was now in the grip of a Blond Man.
The speaker was an African American Man holding the Steel Fork.
Seeing his colleagues behind him with expressions of surprise, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. In a tone filled with relief at having escaped death, he exclaimed, "It's you! You made it! Where's the vehicle? We need to leave this hellhole immediately! Right now!"
As he spoke, he looked around anxiously, but the off-road vehicle he hoped for did not appear in his sight.
"The vehicle has been destroyed. You're just in time; after all this time, you must have gathered some information. Quickly summarize what you know—faster is better—as we move," Lucas said urgently upon seeing this fellow who had survived despite being injured.
Although they had an exceptionally skilled intelligence officer leading them, they still encountered two ambushes by local villagers along the way.
These fellows were not only physically stronger than ordinary people but also possessed a survival instinct that was infuriating. To escape quickly, they could only rely on swiftly breaking their legs without getting entangled in prolonged fights. Each encounter required them to spend additional time altering their route.
If they were truly surrounded on a large scale, even their strength and that of Shadow of Death would feel strained. They needed to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible to conserve energy.
"Destroyed?!" Upon hearing that the vehicle was wrecked, the 'Doctor' felt as if he had fallen from heaven into hell in an instant. "It's over! All over! There's no hope for escape! We're all going to die here! All of us!"
With a face full of pessimism, the 'Doctor' began to crumble inside. In terms of actual ability, he was one of the top agents from the United Arab Emirates. While he might be slightly inferior compared to other organizations' elites, his mental fortitude was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Yet now, he seemed to be on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Seeing this, Lucas wasted no time and delivered a punch to his temple, knocking him out without hesitation. He then grabbed him by the collar, lifting him like a chicken.
"Let him calm down for a bit. This fellow might have some useful information. Let's find a relatively safe place to rest for now. Is that okay?"
After finishing his task, Lucas turned to Yang Xiaoyou with a questioning tone. After all, guiding them and confirming their next steps were still his responsibilities.
"I'll do my best." After quickly gathering his thoughts and planning a route in his mind, Yang Xiaoyou sighed.
At this point, evading pursuit was becoming increasingly difficult. It seemed the enemy had begun to understand some of his abilities. Initially, they had tried to calculate his moves, but once they realized they were being countered at every turn, they stopped relying on random tactics. Although this made it easier for him to spot flaws, it also led to unexpected encounters. Even he couldn't fully guarantee that he could read their thoughts and intentions.
He had an unparalleled advantage in local control capabilities, but when it came to understanding human psychology, he was still inferior to Mo Wenfu. While more rigid opponents were manageable, the constantly changing nature of the current situation meant he needed to prepare for direct confrontations.
Fortunately, while the enemy had their trump cards, his own team also had hidden strengths. Even an apocalypse couldn't stop the relentless march of the formidable exam conqueror. Omi Tofu (To Be Continued)
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