Chapter 375 Arrival at Sanbianpo

Inside the office of a certain director of the Ministry of Military Industry.

Tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

Xiao Wang stood up straight, preparing to take his leave from Liu Jianguo to quickly implement the contact tasks just assigned.

After receiving a nod of permission from his old leader, the logistics head quickly retreated out.

Jogging all the way down the corridor back to his workstation, he grabbed a towel from the desk and haphazardly wiped the cold sweat from his face.

Understanding that this was just a false alarm caused by a useless child's toy.

Xiao Wang's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach, and he began to handle the aftermath of this blunder.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, immediately picking up the dedicated line telephone on the desk according to Director Liu's instructions.

Skillfully dialing a long string of numbers, he directly contacted a leader from the Special Front responsible for coordinating this operation.

Over the dedicated line, Xiao Wang spoke with a sincere and apologetic tone, explaining exactly how Li Jiajun's toy pistol had accidentally ended up in the combination case.

He hid nothing and added no embellishments.

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On the other end of the phone.

The leader from the Special Front quietly listened to Xiao Wang's report.

The expression on the face of that battle-hardened senior officer instantly became very colorful.

In the grand Thunder Deterrence Operation, among the elite equipment cases carried by agents, a toy gun made by Factory Director Li's son from Baishui City—used for putting out lighter flames—had actually been mixed in?

A strong sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

The corners of this high-ranking official's mouth twitched uncontrollably a couple of times.

Although he felt the matter sounded utterly ridiculous to the extreme.

But fortunately, the result was a false alarm; after a brief moment of speechlessness, the leader felt it was fine.

After all, according to the logistics material write-off records in the system.

Aside from that toy pistol that got mixed in, every member of the Decapitation Squad they sent out also carried other, legitimate, specially-made weapons.

The entire squad's firepower configuration was more than sufficient to handle any emergency.

Furthermore.

More importantly, this high-ranking official was very rigorous in his work.

While on the phone, he had already pulled up the files in the internal encrypted network.

Before this squad left the base, they had submitted a detailed operational plan according to the rules.

The official's gaze swept over the plan and found that the existence of this unknown weapon was indeed written there.

However.

Since Yan Poyue, as the heavy weapons specialist, didn't think he would use this strange thing himself.

So, this young, genius agent had specifically marked a line of small text in the equipment's remarks column:

"Power TBD, usage status for this operation TBD."

...

Looking at this rigorous remark.

The Special Front high-ranking official couldn't help but shake his head.

'It seems young Yan was also confused by that thick manual.'

'He definitely wouldn't dare joke with the mission, so he downgraded it to a TBD status himself.' This thought surfaced in his mind.

With these rigorous tactical assignments as double insurance.

The official completely relaxed his mind.

At this time, because the Decapitation Squad's mission to infiltrate across the border was highly classified and the target area was fraught with danger.

To prevent radio signals from being intercepted, the agents on the front line had already entered a state of complete communication silence.

As the rear support, they absolutely could not contact the front line at will and risk exposing the positions of those elites.

After determining that this non-lethal plastic pistol would not affect the overall mission.

They simply assumed that this young member, who had recently joined the Special Front, had brought a toy for amusement to relieve the immense pressure of his first overseas mission.

This blunder was completely put behind them through the tacit understanding between the high-level officials of both sides.

...

And as time passed.

The scene shifted from the quiet military industry building of the Eastern Country, across mountains and rivers, to the sweltering and noisy tropical border.

Old Wolf, Lynx, Yan Poyue, and the other members of the Decapitation Squad.

They all arrived one after another in the vicinity of the Sanbianpo area.

By now, two days had passed since they left that heavily guarded special operations base.

To avoid detection and leave no trace of an official operation.

This squad, representing the nation's sharpest blade, had endured much hardship.

They did not take military transport planes, but instead chose the most tedious civilian transportation network.

Some members switched between several buses and transferred through multiple cities via civilian flights;

Other members pretended to be naive, wealthy young masters, swaying along slowly with cross-border tour groups.

Thus, after overcoming various difficult border inspections, the time they arrived in this dangerous zone one after another was already a full two days later.

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A certain small town on the edge of Sanbianpo.

The air was thick with the mixed scent of cheap cigarettes, rotting fruit, and the stench from the sewers.

Then, their group of eight met in a pre-arranged, secluded back alley of an abandoned repair shop.

There was no surveillance around, only a few stray dogs rummaging for food in a nearby trash heap.

Although they were all brothers-in-arms who knew each other intimately.

In this unfamiliar environment.

When the few of them met, there were no pleasantries in their eyes.

Instead, after confirming that everyone had safely entered this lawless land of Sanbianpo, they nodded to each other in silent understanding.

The squad leader, Old Wolf, pulled down the brim of his hat and issued instructions using tactical hand signals that only the few of them could understand.

They did not gather together to discuss strategy.

For safety's sake, in this town filled everywhere with the eyes and ears of local warlords.

They immediately dispersed again, each going to stay in different hotels.

After all, if the eight of them went to the same place to check in, the target would be too large and very likely to attract attention and suspicion.

The setting sun gradually sank behind the distant rainforest mountains.

The alley returned to its deserted state.

The silence before the great battle shrouded the sky above this den of iniquity.

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