Chapter 356 The Pistol in the Inconspicuous Corner

Xiao Wang looked at the team leader, Old Wolf, and the others before him, and instructed them at a rapid pace:

"Comrades, time is tight, so I will keep this brief."

"The weapons in here are all made of special non-metallic polymer materials."

"They have undergone rigorous testing at the national military industrial laboratory."

"They are absolutely guaranteed to pass through overseas airport security checks without being detected by those instruments."

Xiao Wang pointed to the paper manuals in the box and continued speaking quickly:

"However, you must be aware that because the material has been upgraded recently, the usage of these weapons is slightly different from the batch you used before."

"You can check the instructions for the specific limit parameters and maintenance methods."

"The mission is dangerous, so you must ensure your safety!"

After giving these key instructions, Xiao Wang glanced at his watch, his brows knitting tightly together.

He had been delayed a bit at the armory, and now there were several follow-up logistical coordination tasks waiting for him to handle.

Those were auxiliary evacuation plans to support the decapitation mission, and they were equally urgent.

"I will leave the equipment to you; pick whatever you find comfortable to use."

Xiao Wang did not hesitate at all.

He didn't even glance inside the box to verify the specific quantity and variety of the equipment.

After letting them choose, this Xiao Wang turned around hurriedly and walked quickly out of the safe house.

The door closed behind him, shutting out all the tension and bustle.

With the departure of Xiao Wang from the Military Industry Department, the safe house fell into silence once again.

This group of comrades from the Special Front, who would soon step onto foreign soil and venture deep behind enemy lines, did not push or shove, nor did they waste words.

After all, they each had preferences for the weapons they used, and their respective responsibilities differed.

Everyone, in a tacit silence, gathered around the table where the briefcase was placed.

The atmosphere became heavy and solemn.

This was a pre-battle ritual.

Choosing a weapon meant choosing a partner to whom one could entrust their life on the battlefield.

They began to examine the equipment in the box carefully based on their tactical roles in the squad, selecting the weapons they liked and found comfortable.

As the point man, Old Wolf reached out and picked up the dark gray polymer composite pistol.

He skillfully removed the magazine, checked the polymer bullets inside, and then racked the slide.

Although the sound was not as crisp as metal clashing, the solid feel still made him nod in satisfaction.

The burly team member beside him locked his gaze on the micro plastic explosives used for demolition.

He carefully picked up a few pieces, weighed them in his hand, and began to calculate in his mind the amount of explosive force needed to breach a heavy security door.

There was also the team member responsible for close-quarters cover, who directly selected two all-black ceramic daggers with blades as thin as cicada wings.

He spun the daggers nimbly between his fingers, feeling their light yet deadly balance.

Everyone was focused on preparing their own lethal weapons.

The sounds of assembling various firearms and the clatter of magazines intertwined in the room.

Just as everyone was focusing on the standard special-issue weapons, the young team member who had just been complaining about the lack of high-tech equipment stood at the very edge of the table.

He was a young operative who had recently joined the Special Front, and his movements appeared extra cautious.

This was his first time executing such a cross-border decapitation mission deep into the tiger's den.

He knew well that the environment in Sanbianpo was complex, filled with armed-to-the-teeth park thugs and warlord militias everywhere.

His gaze swept over the special-issue weapons in the box again and again.

The polymer composite pistol was indeed lightweight.

The ceramic tactical dagger was also sharp enough.

However, looking at these weapons, he always felt something was missing.

None of them satisfied him.

Finally, just as he was about to compromise and grab any special-issue pistol, his gaze fell on an inconspicuous corner.

There, he noticed a pistol that looked entirely unremarkable.

With a bit of curiosity, he reached out and picked up the gun.