Chapter 413 Firepower Cover

The images on the large electronic screen shook slightly following the movements of the team members on the other side.

Turbid droplets of water continuously rolled down the edges of the lens.

At this moment in Sanbianpo, wild winds mixed with torrential rain poured down.

It was as if countless whips were lashing the dense tropical rainforest and the mottled exterior walls of the buildings.

This disaster-level weather happened to serve as the most perfect natural cover.

Under the cover of this harsh weather...

Several security personnel carrying rifles ahead had just turned a corner, leaving a brief visual blind spot.

Old Wolf, Yan Poyue, and the others took advantage of the gap during the armed patrol rotation to decisively cut through.

Eight dark figures rose and fell rapidly in the muddy water.

Tactical boots stepped into the puddles, their sounds completely swallowed by the massive curtain of rain.

...

Inside the hall of the logistics center, the atmosphere was like a fully drawn heavy bow.

The Old General and others stared at the constantly moving heat signatures on the secondary screen.

Those few faint blue dots were struggling to navigate through the gaps between dense clusters of red dots.

All the staff officers unconsciously held their breath.

They were afraid that even the slightest sound of their breathing would disturb that group of soldiers walking on the edge of life and death thousands of kilometers away.

Only the faint hum of electronic equipment could be heard in the hall.

...

On-site at Sanbianpo.

This was an infiltration walking on the edge of a blade.

The slightest oversight would trigger deafening alarms and a dense hail of bullets.

Yan Poyue and the other team members followed closely behind Old Wolf.

A beam of piercing searchlight swept across from a distant tower.

The group quickly dispersed.

In a muddy blind spot where the searchlight had just passed, they clung to the wall like geckos.

Yan Poyue pressed his back firmly against the moss-covered stone bricks, reducing his breathing frequency to the minimum; he could even hear his own heartbeat thumping like a war drum in his chest.

Just on the other side of this low wall...

A set of shuffling footsteps accompanied by the sound of splashing water approached.

An armed security guard stepped through the puddles, passing by less than two meters away from them.

The man was draped in a large plastic raincoat and held an AK rifle in his hands.

He muttered curses: "This damn weather."

The complaints, mixed with a local dialect accent, drifted clearly into the special forces members' ears through the curtain of rain.

Yan Poyue's finger rested steadily outside the trigger guard, his gaze sharp as a blade, prepared to eliminate the target cleanly and decisively in close quarters at any moment.

Just as the man turned his head...

The security guard shivered, hunched his neck, and continued walking forward.

Old Wolf signaled with a hand gesture.

Two fingers quickly traced a forward arc in the air.

The team members, in perfect coordination, provided alternating cover as they leaped out of the shadows in pairs.

The soles of their boots left shallow prints in the mud, which were quickly washed clean by the rain.

Like ghosts, they bypassed one defensive line after another.

After several narrow escapes, the massive Main Campus building was finally within reach.

Climbing up a rusty metal drainage pipe...

They finally reached a designated spot where they could catch their breath for a moment.

...

This was a high-altitude abandoned platform located in the middle level of the campus buildings.

Beneath their feet were concrete slabs covered in rainwater, and abandoned oil drums and debris were piled around them.

This excellent vantage point allowed them to clearly observe the internal sentry layout once again.

Looking down from above...

The searchlight beams below interlaced into a giant net.

Despite the heavy rain, groups of patrol teams still roamed through various passages.

Through tactical goggles...

In the green light of the night vision, the distribution of heat sources below was clearly visible.

Old Wolf and the others soon discovered that the situation was far more severe than imagined.

There was a significant discrepancy between the information they had previously received and the actual defensive layout.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar sentry posts in his field of vision...

'Quite a difference,' the thought surfaced in Yan Poyue's mind.

However, he also understood.

After all, no matter how capable intelligence personnel were, it was impossible to obtain an identical, up-to-date security layout map.

The internal defensive lines of such criminal syndicates shifted at any time according to the whims and suspicions of the boss.

In areas originally marked as open ground, two heavy-fire cross-points had actually been added.

Behind the sandbag fortifications, the thick barrel outlines of general-purpose machine guns could be vaguely seen.

If they hadn't discovered this in advance, an impulsive intrusion would have instantly turned the entire team into sieves.

A night breeze blew past, bringing the peculiar metallic scent of rainwater.

Old Wolf and the others quickly huddled together, crouching behind several discarded oil drums.

They discussed how to take action.

Rain hit their helmets, making a dense pitter-patter sound.

In the heart of this criminal syndicate's base, the risk of exposure multiplied with every second of delay.

Old Wolf wiped the rain from his face, his gaze extremely cold.

The best outcome would be to silently eliminate Chatchai, the director of the largest campus.

But one must always prepare for the worst-case scenario.

If their tracks were exposed during the process of taking out the target...

Under the pursuit and interception of hundreds of fully armed desperate criminals...

They would have to figure out how to evacuate with the fewest casualties.

They absolutely could not leave all their lives in this filthy quagmire.

Crouching in the puddles, Old Wolf began to arrange their formation.

He extended a finger clad in a tactical glove and quickly drew several water streaks on the wet concrete floor.

These crude lines outlined the terrain below.

He pointed to several escape routes on the periphery.

There was a continuous area of debris and an abandoned sewage canal leading to the dark river at the edge of the campus.

"If we engage, Group A will break out from the left passage, and Group B will provide cover," Old Wolf's voice was low and powerful.

Then, his gaze turned to the person beside him.

And Yan Poyue, as the heavy weapons specialist...

When the time came, he would certainly be responsible for covering the rear.

Because only the equipment he carried could suppress the enemy's tide-like counterattacks in this narrow passage.

Taking this position was undoubtedly the most dangerous role in the entire team.

Covering the rear meant facing the enemy's most intense fire directly, and even potentially facing a desperate situation where withdrawal was impossible.

The slightest mistake would lead to being overwhelmed by the enraged mob of enemies.

Old Wolf looked at Yan Poyue with a gaze filled with the trust of entrusting one's life to another.

The several comrades around them also looked over.

Facing this heavy pressure...

Yan Poyue did not hesitate at all.

This elite agent, a graduate of Tsinghua and Peking University, had a soldier's pride etched into his bones.

Amidst the wind and rain...

The young team member took a deep breath, completely suppressing the pre-battle tension in his chest.

He nodded and lowered his voice to say: "No problem, leave it to me."