Chapter 354 Making Weapons Grow from the Soil

Liu Jianguo's subordinate, Xiao Wang, did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickened his pace and walked toward the special weapons depot located on the third basement floor.

After the heavy alloy door passed the dual verification of iris and fingerprint, it slowly slid open to both sides.

A unique scent, a blend of metal, machine oil, and polymer materials, wafted toward him.

This was the core heart of the entire Military Industry Department.

On the shelves, various cutting-edge equipment, not open to the public and specifically tailored for the Special Front, were neatly displayed.

The subordinate did not stop in the conventional weapons area but instead pushed a shockproof cart directly toward the independent storehouse at the deepest part of the weapons depot, marked "Non-Metallic Materials."

He entered the password and opened the door.

He moved quickly between the rows of display racks. Relying on his familiarity with the inventory, he precisely took down uniquely shaped weapons and accessories, carefully placing them into a large black combination lockbox on the cart.

Shortly after.

He pushed this large box filled with lethal weapons and turned to leave the weapons depot.

The box's casters glided across the mirror-smooth floor, making a slight, dull sound.

The sound echoed in the empty underground corridor, sounding like the footsteps of the God of Death.

He pushed the box toward an absolutely secure isolation room located on the first basement floor.

There, the action squad that was about to travel far to the Sanbianpo to execute a decapitation mission was waiting for their equipment.

On the way to the Safe House, the subordinate's mind uncontrollably replayed the combat orders issued by the superiors over and over again.

As the person in charge of logistics coordination, he naturally understood all the specific details of this operation.

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From a strategic level, this decapitation mission targeting the director of the Scam Park was actually just the first step.

It was a precise surgical strike and a ruthless final ultimatum.

The Eastern Country wanted to use the head of that largest park to send a crystal-clear signal to all the forces in the Sanbianpo:

The lives of Chineses are not bargaining chips that can be bought and sold at will.

If, after experiencing this deterrent of blood, the management of those parks remained stubborn, still clinging to a fluke mentality and refusing to immediately release the trapped Eastern Country citizens.

Then, the Eastern Country would not hesitate to activate the contingency strategy.

A plan jokingly referred to by internal personnel as "Letting Weapons Grow from the Land."

The core of this strategy was simple and crude.

That is, the Eastern Country would use its vast resources and influence to secretly support and fund those local warlord forces in the Sanbianpo region who were at odds with the Scam Parks and relatively friendly toward the Eastern Country.

The Eastern Country would provide them with more advanced weapons, more professional training, and more precise intelligence support.

Even, when necessary, it would tacitly allow them to obtain some "accidental" heavy fire support from the border whose source could not be traced.

The Eastern Country intended to use this method to make armed forces "grow" out of thin air on the land of the Sanbianpo, sufficient to crush those Scam Parks.

To make those so-called "lawless lands" protected by high walls and electric fences become vulnerable paper lanterns in the face of even more ferocious Local Warlords.

To let those Park Directors hiding behind the scenes counting money, along with their evil thugs, be uprooted by the angry locals and completely erased from that land.

This was the Eastern Country's true trump card.

Using barbarians to control barbarians, and killing with a borrowed knife.

Using the chaos of the Sanbianpo itself to purge the scum who dared to provoke the Eastern Country's bottom line.

However, this was, after all, the final resort.

After all, "let it not be said that we did not warn you."

Therefore, before that, this precise strike by the Decapitation Squad appeared particularly important.

They were the last line of defense for peace and the first bugle call of war.

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However, for this squad, which could be called the Eastern Country's top decapitation team, to successfully complete the mission, they had to first infiltrate silently.

This led to the biggest problem they currently faced.

Infiltration.

According to intelligence, those Scam Parks were all built in the heart of the Sanbianpo, surrounded by dense tropical rainforests and complex mountainous terrain.

If they chose to smuggle themselves across the land border, not only would the journey be long, but they would also be extremely easy to spot by those border patrols as tight as a comb.

After repeated weighing of options, the action group finally formulated the most efficient infiltration plan: breaking up the whole into parts, disguising themselves as ordinary tourists or merchants, and directly taking civil aviation flights to arrive at an international airport in a country near the Sanbianpo.

Then, they would enter the target area through local reception channels.

Although this plan could minimize early-stage risks, it also brought a restriction.

Airport security checks.

If this Decapitation Squad carried any weapons with conventional metal parts, it would be impossible to pass through security.

They would be taken down on the spot by local security personnel at the boarding gate.

The mission would be declared a failure before it even began.

It was precisely because of this that the black combination lockbox the subordinate was pushing at this moment was filled with special equipment.

What was prepared inside were all special weapons that could perfectly avoid metal detectors while possessing powerful lethality.

There were tactical daggers made entirely of High-strength ceramic materials.

The black blades looked unremarkable, yet they could easily slit an adult man's throat in silence and even pierce through conventional soft body armor.

There were special handguns whose frames, triggers, and even internal firing pins were composed of special Polymer composite materials.

These handguns used special Polymer bullets that also had no metal casings.

They would not trigger any alarms when passing through security scanners, yet they could burst with a lethal power no less than that of conventional handguns.

There was even a special sniper rifle that could be quickly disassembled into a dozen parts.

Its barrel was wound with Carbon Fiber, the receiver was made of Engineering plastic, and even the lenses of the scope had undergone special coating treatments.

When disassembled, every part looked like harmless industrial components or travel souvenirs.

Only when they were reassembled by a pair of professional hands would they transform into the scythe of the God of Death that could take a life from over a kilometer away.

These were all the prized treasures of the Eastern Country's military industry system.

They were specially prepared for those Special Front comrades who danced on the edge of a knife.

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The subordinate's footsteps echoed in the long corridor.

The door to the Safe House was already right before his eyes.

He quickly went through the equipment list he had prepared in his mind once more.

Assault rifles, sniper rifles, close-quarters handguns, combat daggers, explosives...

He was certain he had prepared all the necessary equipment for the squad members to handle various emergencies.

Because the order had come so urgently, from receiving the task to preparing the equipment, it had been less than half an hour in total.

The immense pressure and sense of urgency had caused his entire mind to be highly focused on those weapons that directly concerned the success or failure of the mission.