Chapter 359 Secret Weapon

Silently, they left the safe house.

The team did not immediately head to the airport to set foot on that land full of unknowns.

Although the decapitation mission targeting the Sanbianpo fraud park was extremely urgent, the superiors weren't sending them to their deaths.

In the final stage before departure, the superiors still gave the brothers of the Special Front a full three days.

During these three days, they would undergo final coordination and preparation in this highly classified training base.

They needed to familiarize themselves with the performance and feel of the specially made non-metallic firearms they had just received.

More importantly, the intelligence department had obtained detailed internal structural diagrams and firepower deployment maps of the largest fraud park in Sanbianpo through various channels.

The team had to conduct a series of high-intensity, highly targeted simulated assault drills based on this intelligence.

After all, they were there to perform a decapitation strike for deterrence; every step had to be precise to the second, with no room for error.

...

Over the next three days, the daily routine at the training base became tense yet orderly.

The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder mixed with sweat.

The young team member, Yan Poyue, who had taken the "Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol," appeared exceptionally focused during the daytime training.

Together with his teammates, he conducted various tactical drills in a 1:1 scale simulated environment.

From using a tourist identity for disguised infiltration to CQB close-quarters combat after breaching the park.

From precise stealth assassinations to how to force a breakthrough and suppress firepower in case of exposure.

They practiced every tactical move no less than a hundred times.

During live-fire training, Yan Poyue did not use that gray plastic pistol.

He still cautiously brought out the other backup heavy-firepower weapon he had selected.

The powerful-looking non-metallic submachine gun in his hands erupted with muffled yet forceful shots, precisely tearing the distant targets to shreds.

He had to first ensure he could master the most reliable equipment on hand.

...

Whenever night fell and the other team members, having finished a day of high-intensity training, were seizing every moment to rest, maintain their weapons, or find ways to relax their frayed nerves...

...the small desk lamp in Yan Poyue's dormitory was always lit.

He would carefully take out that brick-thick manual from the waterproof bag of his tactical vest.

Then, like a student facing the college entrance exam, he would sit at his desk and pore over it, forgetting to eat or sleep.

With a pen in one hand and turning the pages with the other.

From time to time, he would take out a small notebook to scribble and draw, deriving the fluid dynamics formulas and ballistic correction parameters that fascinated him.

His look of being deeply immersed in study and unable to pull himself away formed a sharp contrast with his teammates nearby, who were wiping down cold, lethal weapons.

...

The other team members naturally knew that Yan Poyue had chosen such an eccentric piece of equipment.

On the first night, two curious teammates approached Yan Poyue's dormitory door, carrying their meal trays.

They also wanted to see what kind of high-tech gadget could possibly warrant such a shocking manual.

"I say, Xiao Yueyue, what are you reading so intently?"

One teammate poked his head in and asked curiously.

"Let us see too. Is it really like in the movies, where the bullets can automatically turn corners?"

Yan Poyue was currently immersed in a complex chart about the "relationship between sub-bullet separation angle and air pressure." Hearing the question, he looked up excitedly, wanting to share his latest discovery with his teammates.

He pushed the manual forward.

"Come, come, look at this. This ballistic dispersion model solved using the Lagrange equation is simply a work of art! Can you imagine? It actually takes the Coriolis force into account!"

The two teammates craned their necks to look at the pages.

...

With just one glance...

...at the dense, cryptic mathematical formulas and engineering diagrams that looked like a celestial script.

The two battle-hardened special forces elites felt their heads go "buzz," as if they had been struck hard with a hammer.

They instantly felt their heads spinning.

The two glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of retreat in the other's eyes.

"Uh... Xiao Yue, you keep reading. We're going to clean our guns."

One of the teammates' mouths twitched, and he made a lame excuse, dragging the other one away.

They all beat a hasty retreat.

No joke, if you asked them to risk their lives against an enemy, they wouldn't even blink.

But asking them to look at things more complex than college advanced mathematics was practically worse than death.

...

Although every member of this special forces team was an elite selected as one in ten thousand from the entire army.

Whether in physical fitness, combat skills, or willpower, they stood at the pinnacle of humanity.

However, they were different from this young member, Yan Poyue.

Before passing layers of selection to join this mysterious Special Front, Yan Poyue was a pure straight-A student.

The kind of nerdish top student who cared about nothing but studying and solving difficult problems.

From elementary school to university, he was always the most brilliant one in the crowd.

He had a natural, almost pathological desire to conquer such complex things filled with logical beauty.

To him, solving a complex math problem was more rewarding than hitting a bullseye.

And the manual before him was a peak of knowledge filled with unknowns and challenges, waiting for him to conquer.

...

Outside in the dormitory hallway.

The operation captain, "Old Wolf," leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Looking at the young member in the dormitory who was staring at a manual—sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes breaking into a smile of sudden realization—he couldn't help but shake his head.

Beside him, a teammate who had just "escaped" from Yan Poyue's room approached with lingering fear.

"Boss, do you think Xiao Yueyue can figure that thing out? Just one look makes me dizzy."

Old Wolf glanced at his simple-minded teammate, then back at the top student inside immersed in his studies.

A smile of helplessness mixed with a bit of admiration appeared on his face.

He said softly to the others:

"Let him read it. That thing doesn't look like it was meant for rough guys like us."

"In this team of ours, he's probably the only nerd who can figure that thing out."

Speaking of this, Old Wolf remembered the hurried logistics head, Old Wang, who had delivered the equipment to them.

They were old acquaintances and knew each other very well.

"I'd bet that thing is a weapon Old Wang specifically prepared for the kid Yan Poyue."