What does "Chapter 432 is all over" mean?

At the Logistics Center.

Inside the hall, the central air conditioning hummed, blowing a cold breeze that chilled the skin.

From the speakers, the mechanical prompt 'Fire suppression complete'—which had been clearly audible despite the encrypted transmission—had completely ceased.

Only a faint background static remained.

In those brief few seconds.

Every staff officer present, as well as the high-ranking chiefs standing before the command console.

Everyone had still been reeling from the shock of Yan Poyue's holographic projection and the slow-motion footage.

Upon hearing that concluding remark, which sounded like a declaration from the Grim Reaper.

They all turned their heads.

Staring without blinking at the large thermal imaging screen at the very front.

...

At this moment.

The images displayed on the large screen caused these strategizing military men to lose their ability to speak entirely.

The vast expanse of bright spots representing militants—the layers upon layers of firepower networks that had previously surrounded the high platform like a swarm of ants.

They had completely vanished.

The dark green background of the map had become the dominant tone.

Of course, there were still other scattered bright spots on it.

Those spots were concentrated inside specific buildings and had not been cleared.

This was because the victims who had been lured to the Scam Park were still alive; the micro-projectiles had accurately bypassed them.

Looking at this massive, darkened area.

It indicated that those hundreds of armed thugs carrying rifles had been completely wiped out on a physical level.

Inside the hall.

Every single person was dumbfounded.

No one made a sound.

Everyone was like a machine that had been paused.

Dumbstruck as wooden chickens.

...

And at this time.

At the edge of the hall.

A sudden 'buzzing' sound broke this eerily quiet atmosphere.

The leader from the Special Front had originally been standing with his arms crossed, staring at the large screen and questioning his life choices.

He felt the specialized phone in his pants pocket suddenly vibrate and ring.

Because the vibration frequency was high, the sensation against his thigh was very distinct.

It should be noted.

Not long ago.

When they thought the Decapitation Strike squad had fallen into a desperate crisis.

They were all anxiously wondering if there were any forces they could deploy in Sanbianpo.

They actually did manage to contact one.

It was a special operations team that was already on the outskirts of Sanbianpo, responsible for executing other missions.

And now.

This incoming encrypted call.

Was precisely from that team on the other mission, calling while rushing at full speed to provide support.

The leader of the Special Front reached into his pocket and pulled out the black secure phone.

He glanced at the code flashing on the screen.

He answered the call.

Holding the phone to his ear.

...

On the other end of the line.

The sound of torrential rain and the hurried footsteps of boots splashing through mud immediately came through.

"Chief, we are less than two kilometers from the target park! We are advancing at full speed!"

"The extraction route is planned. How is the situation with Old Wolf and the others?"

Hearing those breathless, anxious words from the other side.

The leader of the Special Front turned his head.

His gaze swept over the enemy positions on the large screen once more, which had been cleaned out completely.

His mind was still in a state of numbness after being shocked by what seemed like a dimensional strike.

He opened his mouth.

With a trace of indescribable daze.

He said to the other end of the phone:

"Extraction? No need for extraction anymore."

These words traveled through the encrypted satellite channel.

...

On the other side of the phone.

The special operations team leader who was running with his team was named Li Zhihu.

Hearing this, he was stunned.

His pace halted instantly, and several team members behind him almost crashed into his back.

Rainwater poured from his tactical helmet onto his face mask.

What did he mean by no need for extraction?

He wondered in his heart.

...

Immediately following.

The voice of the Special Front leader continued from the satellite phone.

Because he had not yet fully recovered from the one-sided massacre just now.

The chief's words lacked logical coherence:

"It's all over, those people are all finished."

Hearing this sentence.

Li Zhihu's expression changed instantly.

On that resolute face, the color drained away completely.

A surge of immense grief and indignation welled up from his chest.

In his subconscious and military common sense.

Eight people facing hundreds of fully armed thugs had absolutely no possibility of survival.

He naturally assumed.

That the Decapitation Squad executing this mission—Old Wolf, Yan Poyue, and the eight brothers—had all been wiped out by the enemy.

That was why the chief would use such a despondent tone to say the words 'it's all over.'

Immediately.

His face turned grim.

His eyes even showed a hint of suppressed redness.

The fingers gripping his rifle trembled slightly from excessive force.

...

And at this time.

The Special Front leader in the domestic Logistics Center hall.

After saying those words.

His reason finally reclaimed the high ground of his brain.

He suddenly realized the ambiguity of his previous statement.

More importantly.

The chief's strategic vision made him instantly realize the massive crisis hidden behind the victory before him.

He immediately changed his tune urgently into the phone:

"No, you still need to extract them."

"Get over there quickly and help clean up all traces."

"Then all of you, leave Sanbianpo through our special channels."

The leader emphasized his tone, projecting an undeniable firmness.

"Remember, it's everyone, including you."

It should be understood.

The original intention of their operation was very clear.

Previously, they only wanted to execute a Decapitation Strike on the director of this largest park.

Using the head of the ringleader to deter these unscrupulous Scam Parks, thereby forcing them to release the trapped ordinary citizens from their side.

If after this deterrence.

The parks in Sanbianpo remained stubborn and refused to release the people immediately.

Only then would they execute the follow-up plan codenamed 'Let Weapons Grow from the Soil' to secretly support local warlords for a reckoning.

But now.

The development of the situation had completely deviated from the script.

The toy gun in Yan Poyue's hands had unreasonably shattered all tactical balance.

Their side had instantly wiped out the core armed force of a several-hundred-man park!

Although the opponent was a heinous Scam Park that everyone despised.

The commotion caused by this incident was simply too large.

At such a critical juncture.

If all traces of the operation were not wiped clean.

Once some ill-intentioned intelligence agencies caught wind of it.

The frontline personnel had to be withdrawn quickly.

Otherwise.

If a certain hostile force that always stirred up trouble internationally.

Took the opportunity to make a big deal out of the mysterious deaths of hundreds of people.

And spread 'threat theories' about their side at the UN General Assembly.

Then their position in international public opinion would be quite unfavorable.

...

And at this time.

In the rainforest of Sanbianpo.

Listening to the words of the Special Front leader.

Li Zhihu's team over there was completely dumbfounded.

Li Zhihu held the phone, standing in the mud.

His brain worked rapidly.

He also understood the hidden meaning in the leader's words.

That is, they were to clean up traces and retreat together.

In other words, Old Wolf and the others in the Decapitation Squad were actually fine and still alive.

But there was a question.

The team leader didn't quite understand.

Since his comrades were safe and sound, what exactly did the leader mean by saying 'it's all over' in that horrified tone earlier?

A team member nearby saw the captain hang up the communication.

He approached and asked in a low voice:

"Captain, what did the higher-ups say? How are we supposed to extract the Decapitation Squad?"

Li Zhihu put away the communicator.

He didn't speak, only shook his head with a deep frown.

Regardless, he would know once they reached the scene.

With a wave of his hand, he led his men to pick up the pace and continue rushing toward the Scam Park at full speed.

...

A short while later.

The rain weakened slightly.

When the elite extraction team led by Li Zhihu cut through the wire fence and entered the massive Scam Park.

The scene presented before them caused everyone's footsteps to stop at the same time.

In the heavy rain.

Bodies wearing tactical vests lay scattered in puddles and mud.

Those armed men of the Scam Park who were usually arrogant and domineering.

At this moment, they all lay in pools of blood, devoid of any signs of life.

Every single person had an incredibly neat hole in their forehead or vital point.

There were no scattered shell casings from an intense firefight.

Only a one-sided physical harvesting.

Looking at this park that was as quiet as an Asura field.

This special operations team, accustomed to life and death.

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva in terror.

Adam's apples slid up and down with difficulty in their throats.

The battle-hardened captain, Li Zhihu, stared blankly at the rows of corpses ahead.

He felt that his understanding of reality had suffered a devastating blow.

He finally completely understood.

What the leader of the Special Front meant by 'it's all over' earlier.

It turns out it was the enemy who was all over!