Chapter 411 is covered with dense red dots

A massive amount of rainwater flowed down the tactical goggles.

The rain washed over the lens, bringing a sense of oppressive urgency.

In the footage sent back by the tactical recorder, the entire Sanbianpo had turned into a waterlogged land interwoven with curtains of rain.

This was exactly why Old Wolf and the others didn't choose a conventional night raid, but instead scheduled this dangerous decapitation mission for the afternoon.

For this mission.

The domestic military could be said to have prepared quite thoroughly, even to the point of sparing no expense.

To secure the most perfect weather cover for this isolated force, the higher-ups directly deployed a meteorological system named "Dragon King."

This wasn't the kind of routine forecast broadcast by the Meteorological Bureau every day.

This was a cutting-edge project that currently remained at the top-secret laboratory level, possessing a staggering amount of computational power.

Through complex data models, it could predict precise weather changes in a local area with nearly 100% accuracy.

But behind that precision was a prohibitively high cost.

Just before the decapitation mission began.

A national-level supercomputer in a deep mountain base within the country received a mandatory instruction of the highest priority.

Those rows of cabinets, like steel behemoths, ran at full capacity for a full forty-eight hours just to calculate the volatile airflow data over Sanbianpo.

The massive cooling system pumped heat out of the server room, consuming enough electricity to power a small town.

And that wasn't all.

To coordinate with the supercomputer's data collection, relevant departments...

Temporarily took control of three meteorological satellites in space.

They consumed precious propellant to force the satellites into orbital maneuvers for reconnaissance, all to keep a close eye on the target area and collect cloud thickness data.

Just calculating this one regional rainstorm cost over a million in computing power and electricity resources alone.

This was the fundamental reason why the Dragon King weather forecasting project had remained in the greenhouse of the laboratory and had never been truly used in the field of civilian weather forecasting.

After all, no one could bear the terrifying expense of burning through a massive amount of capital every day just to know if it would rain.

...

However.

This unimaginably expensive weather intelligence truly provided excellent cover for the agents infiltrating the front lines.

The heavy rain falling from the sky was like an airtight natural barrier, blocking all sight and sound beyond a few meters.

The scene cut back to Old Wolf, Yan Poyue, and the others at Sanbianpo.

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In the rainstorm as dark as night, they lowered their center of gravity.

Their leather boots stepped into the mud without making much noise, and the entire team advanced rapidly with surprisingly synchronized movements.

After successfully taking out several hidden sentries along the way.

They successfully infiltrated the outer area of the park.

Old Wolf made a discreet hand signal in front.

The entire squad quickly dispersed and stopped by an abandoned sewage ditch overgrown with half-man-high weeds.

The team members hid on the spot, their bodies completely blending into the muddy environment.

Aside from the splashing sound of rain, no other noise could be heard.

Yan Poyue crouched in the mud, letting unknown insects crawl over his tactical gloves.

He even adjusted his breathing frequency to the minimum.

Through the gaps in the grass, he quietly waited for the next gap between the armed patrols ahead.

The tactical objective of this operation was very clear.

They just had to patiently wait for this security team to pass.

Then, they would cross this defensive line and continue to infiltrate deeper into the park silently.

Finally.

The ultimate goal of this eight-man squad was the building in the core area, to directly decapitate the director of the largest park in the Sanbianpo region.

...

At this moment, the perspective returned to the country.

The Old General sat before the command console of the Logistics Center, his gaze locked onto the screen.

The atmosphere in the entire command hall was oppressive to the extreme.

Only the faint hum of electronic equipment remained.

All the staff officers and technical personnel maintained stiff sitting postures, staring intently at the real-time footage sent back to the large screen.

No one dared to even breathe heavily.

Everyone's heart felt as if it were weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder.

Because no one knew what unexpected things would happen next in this unfamiliar park hidden under the heavy rain.

After all, they had only sent out a handful of people.

A mere eight-man squad, penetrating deep behind enemy lines alone.

This was truly a case of entering the dragon's pool and the tiger's den in every sense of the word.

In such a lawless land.

Even a minor error in judgment.

A slight oversight would lead to the annihilation of the entire force.

...

And at this time.

In space.

A military-grade satellite that had been on standby in another orbit was also mobilized.

This satellite was equipped with the highest precision thermal imaging scanning equipment, unaffected by clouds and rainstorms.

As the data link was connected.

On the secondary screen on the right side of the hall, high-resolution dynamic images were immediately generated by capturing the heat source signals emitted from the ground.

Several tiny blue dots representing Yan Poyue and the other seven special operations members were clearly displayed in the grassy area at the edge of the screen.

Meanwhile, the personnel patrolling and guarding the park were uniformly identified by the system as red dots.

However.

The moment the scanning program was completed and the full thermal imaging map of the entire Scam Park was fully displayed.

Everyone in the Logistics Center hall, including the Old General who was used to great storms, furrowed their brows.

The air pressure in the hall seemed to drop several levels instantly.

On the wide screen.

Around those few lonely blue dots huddled in the corner.

Densely packed.

They were all red dots moving or standing guard with guns!

Those red dots were like a startled ant colony, distributed in layers across every floor, bunker, and high point of the park; the sheer number was enough to make one feel despair.

Just a moment ago, when they hadn't seen the footage from this thermal imaging satellite.

Relying only on the partial perspective of the tactical helmet cameras, everyone's sense of the disparity between friend and foe wasn't that intuitive.

Now.

Looking at this global thermal distribution map, the oppressive feeling of being outnumbered instantly rushed over them.

Everyone's perception became much more direct.

The staff officers in the Logistics Center finally understood completely how ridiculously large the gap in manpower between the two sides was!

Although this Decapitation Squad was made up of elites...