Chapter 355 Where in reality do we find the high-tech individual weapons seen in movies?

The isolated safe house on the first basement floor.

The walls here were wrapped in thick soundproofing material.

The incandescent lights overhead emitted a cold glow, brightly illuminating the room, which was devoid of any unnecessary furniture.

Inside this completely enclosed space,

a group of elite comrades belonging to the Special Front had already arrived ahead of schedule.

They were waiting here quietly for the delivery of their logistical equipment.

These individuals were the members of the action team about to head far away to Sanbianpo to carry out a dangerous decapitation mission.

With the mission imminent, pressure followed them like a shadow.

To alleviate the suffocating pre-battle tension,

the members, who originally had stern expressions, began to discuss some lighthearted topics in low voices.

They even joked with each other, trying to liven up the slightly oppressive atmosphere.

"Old Wolf, I heard we're posing as tourists in a tour group for this trip."

A team member with a buzz cut leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

A hint of teasing played at the corners of his mouth.

"With that murderous face of yours, you won't look like a good person even with a tourist hat on. Don't get detained when we go through customs."

The team leader known as Old Wolf was also the most experienced agent in the squad.

He rolled his eyes, feeling speechless.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Old Wolf snorted and replied testily.

"This is the 'tough guy' style. That's the kind of tourist that's popular over there right now."

Everyone laughed softly upon hearing this.

At this moment,

a young team member, the most junior who had only recently joined the Special Front, couldn't help but sigh.

He rubbed his wrists and spoke with a bit of a complaint.

"Sigh, the thought of having to use that specially made logistical equipment again gives me a headache."

The young member spread his hands.

"I mean, we're with the Special Front after all; the name sounds so mysterious and high-end."

"But every time we go on one of these covert infiltration missions, the gear we get is always so underwhelming."

He curled his lip, his tone carrying a hint of longing for sci-fi equipment.

"Even though the higher-ups say they're specially made weapons, to put it bluntly, they've just replaced the manufacturing materials with things like synthetic plastics and Carbon Fiber that won't be detected by security scanners."

"Once you peel back that layer of special material, it's still essentially those same old-fashioned weapons."

"It's still an ordinary pistol, a dagger for close combat, and at most, a detachable sniper rifle."

The more the young member spoke, the more frustrated he felt.

"Don't we have any of those high-tech individual weapons that transform with the press of a button and look like they're bursting with technology, like the ace agents in the movies?"

...

Listening to the young member's imaginative complaints,

several veteran agents nearby couldn't help but shake their heads with a smile.

'This new kid has definitely watched too many movies,' they thought to themselves.

"Alright, youngster, be satisfied with what you have."

Old Wolf patted him on the shoulder.

"The fact that those non-metallic materials can ensure you pass through airport security smoothly means the national military industry is already backing you up."

"As for those high-tech individual weapons you're talking about?"

Old Wolf scoffed.

"That kind of stuff only exists in sci-fi movies. In reality, there aren't that many mystical things."

...

These comrades of the Special Front, who performed the most dangerous missions on a daily basis,

often gave the outside world the impression of being cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive killing machines.

But in fact, they were also ordinary people of flesh and blood.

When they shed their mission disguises and were in private, away from the enemy,

they were just like ordinary people—very casual.

They would mock each other, complain about poor equipment, and have all sorts of unrealistic fantasies about the future.

They weren't always maintaining a stiff, unapproachable face as people stereotypically imagined.

Of course, this internal joking and teasing was also a way for them to regulate themselves before facing life-and-death trials.

However,

this relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

A series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the hallway outside.

Immediately after,

the heavy explosion-proof door of the safe house was swiped open with a beep from the outside and then pushed open with force.

Almost the very instant the door handle turned,

the atmosphere in the entire room underwent a world-shaking change.

The special forces members who had been laughing and talking in low voices, some even in relaxed postures,

instantly ceased all small talk.

The smiles on their faces vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if swept away by a cold wind.

They quickly stood up straight, their gazes becoming as sharp as knives.

Everyone reverted to that silent, cold demeanor, their entire bodies radiating a murderous aura that warned others to keep their distance.

There was no trace of the previous joking.

At this moment, they looked exactly like the stereotype the ordinary people outside held of them.

Their faces were set, like a pack of leopards ready to strike at any moment.

After all, they were one way with their own people, but another way entirely when facing outsiders.

...

The person who pushed the door open was Xiao Wang, a subordinate from the Ministry of Military Industry, who was sweating profusely from anxiety.

He was carrying a large black briefcase.

He walked into the safe house with hurried steps.

Feeling the temperature in the room drop to freezing point and seeing these cold-faced elites of the Special Front,

the subordinate was not surprised.

He knew this was their professional standard.

He didn't waste any time and walked straight to the sturdy alloy table in the center of the room.

He placed the heavy briefcase firmly on the tabletop.

It made a dull thud.

Then,

he skillfully dialed the combination lock gears on the case.

With a crisp click of the mechanism popping open,

Xiao Wang forcefully flipped open the lid of the briefcase.

Inside the case, a large number of specially made weapons without any metallic luster were neatly arranged.

Daggers with all-black ceramic blades.

Dark gray pistols made of high-polymer composite materials.

Detachable sniper rifle parts with Carbon Fiber barrels.

And some miniature explosive devices wrapped in plastic.

In addition to these weapons,

next to each type of weapon was a relatively thin set of paper operating instructions.

After all, these weapons had their materials changed just to evade security checks; they were not conventional metal.

Therefore, in terms of heat dissipation, recoil buffering, and extreme stress angles, they differed from traditional weapons made of metal.

To ensure the safety of the frontline soldiers, these instructions had to be included.

...

Xiao Wang raised his hand and forcefully wiped the sweat from his forehead that had seeped out from his jog.

He took two deep breaths.

He solemnly handed over this large pile of specially made weapons, enough to arm a small squad, to this team of brothers from the Special Front.

After all,

time was of the essence, and there was no room for him to engage in pleasantries.

"Comrades..." he began.