Chapter 412 Is everything going smoothly?

The stark contrast between the red and blue dots on the thermal imaging map made the air in the Logistics Center hall especially heavy.

The giant electronic display emitted a cold, faint light, illuminating the rows of long tables in front of it with a deathly pale glow.

All the staff officers remained silent, their eyes fixed on the dense clusters of light spots representing militants on the screen.

Everyone silently clenched their fists.

...

Among this group of highly tense people was Xiao Wang, a subordinate of Liu Jianguo.

As a logistics staff member responsible for providing specialized weapons to the Decapitation Squad and making the preliminary arrangements for the subsequent evacuation route, he was also standing at the edge of the command hall at this moment.

Being in an environment where even breathing had to be suppressed.

Watching that blue lonely boat on the big screen, symbolizing their side, which could be swallowed by the red ocean at any moment.

Xiao Wang truly felt an immense pressure.

A layer of fine sweat had already seeped out on his back, and his soaked shirt clung stickily to his skin, bringing a wave of uncomfortable chilliness.

Cold sweat kept popping up on his forehead.

The sweat gathered into droplets, sliding down his sideburns and dripping onto the collar of his uniform.

Just at that moment.

Inexplicable images flashed through his mind.

He thought of that gray plastic Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol that Yan Poyue had taken.

After he had learned of the situation earlier and reported it to Liu Jianguo.

The other party's logically rigorous analysis had once made him breathe a sigh of relief, concluding that the frontline agents had a sense of propriety and would definitely bring spare regular heavy firepower.

But now, facing this atmosphere of facing a formidable enemy.

Looking at the special operations team members who were deep in a desperate situation where not even a thousandth of a second of error was allowed.

He suddenly had a rather bad premonition.

'It should be fine, right?' Such a thought surfaced in his mind.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

His throat tightened in waves.

His intuition told him that it was best not to attract the attention of any chiefs at such a nerve-wracking moment.

He still needed to try his best to lower his presence at the scene.

...

Having made up his mind, Xiao Wang lightened his movements.

His toes moved backward slightly on the smooth tiles.

He retreated half a step, trying to hide his body in the shadow cast by a large server cabinet nearby.

However, things did not go as planned.

Just at this time.

The faint sound of his soles rubbing against the tiles rippled through the silence at the edge of the hall.

The Old General standing in front of the command console turned his body slightly.

That battle-hardened Old Chief’s keen gaze pierced through the crowd and landed accurately on him.

That gaze was almost tangible, carrying the unique penetrative power of someone in a high position.

Being stared at by the chief.

Xiao Wang's heart skipped a beat.

His heart seemed to miss a beat at this moment.

The sweat that was already flowing instantly lost control, and more cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His whole body froze next to the cabinet, and he didn't even have time to pull back his retreating posture.

All eyes in the hall, following the Old General's turn, also converged on him in unison.

The Old General asked with a serious expression, "Xiao Wang, were you responsible for providing them with weapons this time? No mistakes were made, right?"

...

The chief's voice echoed in the spacious command center.

Faced with this question that pointed directly to the core.

Xiao Wang panicked on the spot.

His fingers rubbed uneasily at his side, and his eyes flickered, not daring to look the Old Chief in the eye at all.

The taut string in his mind buzzed.

He managed to force out a stiff expression and stammered, "Everything is... more or less going smoothly."

...

Hearing this evasive answer.

The Old General's brows instantly knitted into a frown, and he glared.

A strong sense of pressure swept toward the edge of the hall.

The old man reprimanded in a low voice, "Smoothly is smoothly. What do you mean by 'more or less' smoothly?"

The stern reprimand made Xiao Wang's legs go weak, and his lips trembled twice, but he didn't dare to respond again.

Looking at this subordinate's submissive reaction.

The Old General was speechless.

The Old Chief stared at the young man who couldn't even speak clearly, thinking that this subordinate of Liu Jianguo's was being just as unreliable as Liu Jianguo right now.

Battlefield logistics support allowed for not even a hint of sloppiness; if it's okay, it's okay, and if it's not, it's not.

Using such ambiguous words to brush it off was simply treating the lives of the frontline soldiers as a joke.

One must know that the Old General actually knew something about Xiao Wang.

When this young man was first transferred to the Military Industry Department, he did things cleanly and efficiently; he was clearly a very reliable comrade.

How could he become a bit unreliable after hanging around with that old comrade Liu Jianguo for a while?

Seeing the Old Chief's displeasure, the atmosphere in the hall was a bit off.

A leader from the Special Front standing nearby saw this and quickly took two steps forward to smooth things over.

"Chief, don't blame him; there was a small hiccup in the middle."

This leader explained with a gentle smile that while Xiao Wang was counting and packing, he inadvertently gave a pistol that should have been placed in the Special Retention Area to Yan Poyue and the others.

Then, this leader continued to explain the armament situation on the front line.

He explained that Yan Poyue did indeed choose that gun at first, but later, for the sake of safety, that member also chose other specialized weapons.

In terms of firepower configuration, the entire squad was fully guaranteed, and it would definitely not affect the overall situation of the assault and evacuation.

...

After listening to this well-organized explanation.

The Old General's tense expression finally softened a bit, and he nodded slightly.

Afterward.

He sighed lightly, saying that it was good as long as nothing went wrong.

The battle was urgent.

The Old General was in no mood to continue delving into this oversight in logistics support.

He turned around.

He redirected his gaze to the giant electronic screen in front of him.

And at this time.

The situation on the screen had changed again.

Through the high-definition footage sent back by the frontline tactical recorder.

The torrential rain in Sanbianpo was still pouring frantically.

Raindrops smashed into the muddy water, splashing up patches of turbid water.

Just at the moment when the beam of the searchlight in front had just moved away.

The eight-man squad including Old Wolf and Yan Poyue had keenly seized the gap as the armed patrol personnel passed by.

The team members lowered their bodies in the stagnant water, pulled down their tactical goggles, and began to prepare for action.