Chapter 468 begins!

Night fell.

Somewhere in the Middle East.

Inside that secret military base, which did not exist on any map.

Fierce winds, carrying vast amounts of yellow sand, relentlessly battered the base's iron gates.

Producing a series of rustling sounds.

Deep within the underground bunker command room.

Hassan stood before the massive tactical map, observing the marked engagement lines.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

A subordinate responsible for intelligence liaison pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

The subordinate had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead and reported with uneven breath, "Leader, something has happened."

"The convoy we arranged on the hidden route through the canyon has lost contact."

"News just came in from our insider; they were ambushed halfway by special forces from Country A."

"The escort squad has been completely wiped out."

"Those few machines that fell behind were intercepted by them."

Having received the urgent report from his subordinate, Hassan knew that this batch of Bird-repelling machines had been intercepted during transport.

The moment he heard this bad news.

His expression instantly darkened.

The adjutant beside him also heard the communications soldier's report.

Immediately, he became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Rubbing his hands against his trouser seams, he asked anxiously, "Leader, what should we do?"

Hassan ignored the adjutant.

He leaned against the edge of the slightly worn wooden desk.

And began to think seriously.

Gradually.

However, he soon smoothed out his furrowed brow.

Not only did his original worry vanish into thin air.

But a cold smirk even tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Because he realized something in an instant.

This matter was of no consequence.

The other side certainly could never guess what they were used for.

Even if they possessed the most advanced laboratories in the world.

Why?

The reason lay in the natural, civilian packaging from Li Family Toy Factory.

The appearance of this batch of equipment was completely that of a rounded household robotic vacuum cleaner, complete with two rows of sweeping brushes.

On the white plastic shell, there was even a sticker of a grinning cartoon bear.

Even if Country A's intelligence officers tore it to pieces.

What could they possibly find inside?

Only a few ordinary storage batteries, a few miniature motors used to drive the wheels, and a set of paint pumps for controlling the spray.

There were absolutely no high-risk substances.

Nor were there any military-grade radar positioning components capable of threatening fighter jets.

In the eyes of those high-and-mighty Country A officers.

What use could this childish, harmless civilian cart possibly have?

At most, they would think it was junk used for cleaning the streets.

Even they themselves.

Initially, when they saw the blueprints sent by Factory Director Li.

Did not even think of them as strategic decoys!

If they hadn't been pushed to the brink by the joint fleet's bombing, racking their brains to find a way to break the situation.

How could they have linked a toy robotic vacuum cleaner to a tactic for deceiving the world's strongest Air Force?

Even they, the participants, couldn't figure it out.

Let alone those arrogant enemies?

...

After realizing this.

Hassan felt the stifling air in his chest dissipate.

He felt that this was the brilliance of Factory Director Li.

Deliberately turning this camouflage equipment, which was capable of changing the course of the war, into the shape of a large robotic vacuum cleaner.

This was simply god-tier visual deception!

Using the most plain, inconspicuous civilian shell to perfectly cover up the most ingenious tactical intent.

This was a kind of great wisdom that transcended conventional arms race thinking.

With this feeling of reverence.

Hassan adjusted his collar.

And stepped out of the office.

He walked along the long, narrow underground corridor toward the base's storage hangar.

Although the adjutant didn't understand why his leader had suddenly become so relaxed, he hurriedly followed.

Pushing open the heavy hangar iron doors.

The spacious area was brightly lit.

Rows of white boxes printed with cartoon patterns were neatly stacked on the flat concrete floor.

Many soldiers were following previous orders.

Carefully tearing open the sealing tape and dismantling the outer packaging.

Taking out the machines wrapped in black shock-absorbing foam inside.

Then.

Hassan personally went to check each of the Bird-repelling machines that automatically painted.

His fingers gently caressed the smooth white plastic shell.

He bent down again, carefully examining the fine nozzles on both sides of the chassis used for spraying industrial paint.

His gaze was focused and reverent, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

In the eyes of this leader.

This was not a toy meant to amuse children.

This was a talisman capable of shielding them from countless bombs.

"Be gentle."

Hassan whispered instructions to the soldiers carrying them nearby.

Looking at these machines, he seemed to have already foreseen the scene in the coming days where Country A's bombers would pour tons of expensive ammunition onto the fake targets.

Walking along the central aisle of the hangar, he moved forward.

Inspecting the unpacked machines one by one.

He walked to a corner area at the very back of the hangar.

Here sat the last unopened cardboard box.

Then, when he checked the final box.

Hassan personally reached out, lifting the solid wood lid and the inner cardboard box.

The box was filled with colorful rubber products—balloons.

A whole box full.

These balloons were stacked flat together, yellow, blue, colorful.

Emitting a faint smell of rubber.

On the surface of the balloons, one could faintly see some square black and white patterns printed on them.

Seeing these things.

Hassan's expression was very calm.

Because he knew of the existence of these balloons.

Previously on WeChat, Factory Director Li had specifically mentioned this batch of special balloons used for "ground promotion."

So he was not surprised to see this box of items.

Instead, his gaze was deep, feeling that this must be another brilliant move by that genius director.

His adjutant was also checking with him.

Leaning over.

He also saw the uninflated balloons in the box.

In this underground military base filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Seeing such a pile of party supplies.

The adjutant scratched his head, his expression looking puzzled.

He couldn't understand at all why a box of party supplies would be mixed in with this precious equipment.

After thinking for a long time.

He only thought it was a freebie from Factory Director Li.

After all, he was a toy factory director; tossing in some small trinkets when shipping to coax the client's children was just a kind of business courtesy.

Then, the adjutant smiled and said, "Factory Director Li is quite thoughtful; he even sent toys for our children."

Hearing this.

Hassan, upon hearing this.

Turned his head, looked at the adjutant speechlessly.

He simply couldn't understand how his adjutant, who had been by his side for so long, could be so lacking in strategic vision.

'Who is Factory Director Li?'

'He is a genius who can produce Swarm Drones and solve the predicament of the war!'

'These are ingenious strategic supplies sent by the emissary of the gods.'

'My foolish adjutant actually thinks they are toys for children?!' This thought flashed through his mind.