386: Chapter 386 The Perfectly Sealed Tin Can

"Nonsense! You've had your eyes closed the whole time, you haven't even looked at the monitors, how could you possibly know..."

"We're here," Chen Mo interrupted him, his tone indifferent.

Accompanied by a sudden screech of brakes, the anti-explosion vehicle slammed to a halt, the massive inertia sending everyone leaning forward.

The sound of rain outside became muffled.

They had driven into a massive underground space.

"All personnel disembark! Form a circular defensive formation!"

The vehicle doors lowered, and the SWAT Officers filed out, the beams of their tactical flashlights sweeping rapidly through the cold underground air-raid shelter.

This was an abandoned military bunker on the outskirts of Jiangcheng. After being secretly renovated by the Provincial Department, it had become a maximum-security shelter.

Chen Mo stepped out of the vehicle, his combat boots treading on the damp concrete floor.

He looked around; the air was thick with the heavy scent of rust and moss.

Directly ahead was a massive metal door that inspired a sense of despair.

"Titanium alloy composite explosive-proof steel, 1.2 meters thick, weighing thirty tons."

Captain Zhao Tie walked to the door, entered a complex password, and went through dual verification of iris and fingerprints.

Accompanied by a low hydraulic roar that seemed capable of shattering one's heart, the massive door slowly slid open to both sides.

Revealing a pure white, blind-spot-free metal space inside.

"Go on in," Captain Zhao Tie pointed inside. "Living facilities are all provided. There's no connection to any external network—complete physical isolation. Once the door is locked from the inside, without my authorization plus the highest directive from the Provincial Department, not even a fly can get in."

Chen Mo stepped inside and reached out to knock on the wall.

Thump, thump.

The sound was dull, with almost no echo.

"How's the soundproofing?" Chen Mo asked out of the blue.

Captain Zhao Tie paused for a moment. "Even if you detonated a grenade inside, only a muffled thud would be heard outside. Why are you asking?"

"Nothing." Chen Mo turned around, looking at the two SWAT squadrons stationed in the corridor outside the door. "They're staying outside?"

"They are the first line of defense on the perimeter, divided into three echelons for cross-patrols. If any blind assassins actually come knocking, the automatic rifles in their hands will teach them a lesson," Captain Zhao Tie said, preparing to turn and step inside.

"Captain Zhao!" Su Qingxue suddenly spoke up, her face a bit pale. "I keep feeling... something's not right. It's too quiet."

"It's supposed to be quiet! We're fifty meters underground!"

Captain Zhao Tie stepped into the safe house and heavily pressed the red locking button on the wall.

"Warning: Maximum level isolation protocol initiated. Closing isolation door—"

A cold mechanical female voice echoed in the corridor.

The hydraulic sound hissed again, and the thirty-ton massive door began to slowly close, the view of the corridor outside narrowing bit by bit.

Just as the door had a final thirty-centimeter gap left.

Chen Mo suddenly tilted his head slightly.

Deep in his mind, on the Heartbeat Localization interface that acted like a military radar, the thirty-four green dots representing the perimeter SWAT Officers...

Were winking out one after another at an eerie frequency.

Thump—

Thump—

Heartbeats stopped abruptly.

It wasn't a normal frequency of death.

It was one-hit kills.

They didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger to sound an alarm!

Immediately following, six deep red dots emitting a strong scent of blood...

Filled the positions of those green dots like ghosts and were approaching the massive door at extreme speed!

Thud!

A faint sound of someone falling came from outside the door, like a heavy object hitting a puddle.

Captain Zhao's expression changed instantly, and he grabbed the communicator by the door.

"Falcon Team Two! Report status! What was that sound just now?"

There was only the crackle of static in the communicator.

"Falcon Team Two! Respond!" Captain Zhao roared.

Fweet—

A casual whistle suddenly came through the communicator.

Then came a male voice that sounded muffled as if he were holding something in his mouth, speaking in less than fluent Chinese.

"Mr. Officer, your little birds... have all gone to sleep. Their necks were too fragile; a gentle twist, and they snapped."

Captain Zhao's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks, and his blood seemed to freeze in that moment.

Outside were two entire squadrons of fully armed SWAT Officers!

From the time the door started closing until now, barely ten seconds had passed.

Thirty-four people, and not a single shot was fired?!

"Close the door! Close it now!" Captain Zhao frantically pounded the locking button, his voice cracking with terror.

The final thirty-centimeter gap of the massive door was closing relentlessly.

In the final half-second before the gap completely sealed.

A hand wearing a black leather glove abruptly reached in from outside, jamming itself right in the middle of the door gap!

Screeech—!

The thirty tons of hydraulic closing force, enough to crush an armored vehicle, actually let out a tooth-gritting metallic scream the moment it clamped onto that hand.

Not only was the hand not crushed, it actually forcibly withstood the thrust of the hydraulic door!

The air inside the safe house froze instantly.

Looking out past that hand, through the gap, a face wearing a pale clown mask was pressed against the opening.

In the clown's eyes was a frenzied grin, as if looking at dead meat.

"Found you, Mr. Ten Million Dollars..."

The clown's voice came through the gap like a serpent's hiss. "Wash your neck and wait for me to come in."

The next second, the clown's hand was suddenly pulled back.

Boom!

The thirty-ton massive door slammed shut, fitting perfectly.

All the green indicator lights turned a piercing crimson, indicating a complete lockdown.

Captain Zhao stared fixedly at the door, his legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the floor.

The perimeter defense he was so proud of was worth less than paper before those monsters from the Dark Web!

"They... they are monsters..."

Captain Zhao muttered to himself, "This door... this door can stop them, right? It's titanium alloy; even with C4 explosives, it would take at least an hour to blow a hole in it!"

"If it were C4, it would indeed take an hour."

Chen Mo still stood where he was, hands in his trench coat pockets, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"But if it's liquid nitrogen combined with a high-frequency cutter, it'll take five minutes at most for this door to become as brittle as a cracker."

Click.

As if to prove Chen Mo's words, a harsh sound of high-frequency mechanical friction came from outside the door.

Immediately after, a speck of ghostly blue sparks seeped in from the heavy steel seams.

The temperature of the door began to drop rapidly.

Captain Zhao completely panicked; he spun around and grabbed Chen Mo by the collar.

"You knew! You knew they followed us all along, didn't you! Why didn't you say anything?!"

Nightingale's eyes turned cold, and she was about to strike.

But Chen Mo raised his hand, stopping her.

He looked down at Captain Zhao, who was on the verge of collapse from extreme terror, and a cruel arc slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Captain Zhao, you've misunderstood one thing."

Chen Mo slowly pried Captain Zhao's fingers away and straightened his crumpled collar.

"I said, there is no such thing as an absolutely safe shield in this world."

He turned around, looking at the anti-explosion door being frantically cut from the outside, the excitement of a beast about to feed dancing in his eyes.

"Once the door is locked, they can't get in, and we can't get out. This is a perfectly sealed iron can."

Chen Mo took off his black trench coat and tossed it casually onto a nearby table.

Revealing the tight black tactical vest beneath; the lines of his muscles were as hard and cold as steel.

"I handed over my weapons only because I didn't want to accidentally injure your men when I strike back."

He walked to the workbench in the center of the safe house, his slender fingers picking up a half-meter-long solid steel pipe, weighing it in his hand.

"In five minutes, the door will open. Of those who come in, not one will survive."

Chen Mo looked up, his eyes reflecting the red alarm lights like an Asura crawling out of hell.

"Because in this mousetrap, they are the mice."

Snap—

The entire lighting system of the safe house suddenly collapsed completely, plunging it into pure darkness.

All that remained were the cutting sparks at the door gap, growing larger and more dazzling.

The hunting countdown begins.

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