Chapter 480 Free Gift Balloons

In the sky, the reconnaissance drones of Country A were like raptors that had ceased their movement, darting rapidly beneath the cloud layer.

These gray-camouflaged contraptions had completely changed their previous cruising posture.

They no longer relied on altitude advantage to circle above the clouds.

Instead, they all lowered their flight altitude in unison, skimming close to the uneven sand dunes.

The optical reconnaissance lenses under their bellies were also adjusted from a vertical downward angle to a forty-five-degree oblique angle.

The low, buzzing sound of engines drifted over the vast desert.

Deep underground in a hidden secret base in the Middle East, Hassan was meeting with a group of leaders from armed organizations.

They were gathered in a secret base, holding an emergency meeting.

Just a moment ago, the forward observation post had sent the latest urgent dispatch.

They had all received the news.

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, a faint smell of diesel drifted in the air.

A slip of paper detailing the latest reconnaissance movements of Country A was being passed around the long table.

After reading the contents of the intelligence, the air felt as if it had solidified.

The temperature in the bunker was not high, yet fine beads of sweat had appeared on the foreheads of several people.

Then, the other leaders of the armed organizations suddenly panicked.

A bearded leader abruptly pushed back the solid wood chair in front of him and stood up.

They paced back and forth in the room.

Their heavy boots stomped on the concrete floor, making a "da-da" sound.

Their faces were full of panic.

"Country A has actually dispatched so many low-altitude reconnaissance drones!!!"

The bearded leader's voice was trembling.

"They've abandoned high-altitude radar and switched to skimming the ground to take oblique shots!"

Another bald leader pressed his hands against the edge of the table, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Because they all knew very well in their hearts that this specialized scheme by the opponent had effectively broken their tactic of using fakes to pass for the real thing.

"Those planes drawn on the flat ground..."

The bald leader gritted his teeth, his voice dry.

"Even if they've drawn perfect shadows."

"But once the drones fly skimming the ground."

"And look from a side angle."

"How can a two-dimensional plane magically sprout three-dimensional thickness?!"

"Those drawn planes can't be hidden at all."

"In the side-view lens, that's just a line with no thickness!"

A young leader wearing a headscarf wiped the sweat from his forehead and anxiously proposed a countermeasure.

"Can we have the brothers outside set up machine guns and blast those low-flying drones down?"

"Absolutely not!!!"

The bearded leader immediately retorted loudly.

"Those drones are just fishing! The moment you open fire, the hidden anti-aircraft firepower points will be exposed immediately."

"The enemy's bombers won't waste a single bomb."

"Those guided warheads will rain down on the firing positions like a downpour."

"Opening fire is just a suicide mission!!!"

At this moment, everyone present was at a loss.

If they couldn't open fire, they could only watch helplessly as the drones screened out all the fake targets.

Once the fakes were eliminated, what remained would naturally be the real equipment they had hidden under camouflage nets.

The strategic deception and material preservation system they had painstakingly built up was on the verge of total collapse today.

All their hard work was about to go down the drain.

In the anxiety, the meeting room fell silent.

Only the heavy, rapid breathing of everyone could be heard.

Facing this dead end where the enemy used perspective dimensions to conduct dimensionality reduction strikes, it seemed that no conventional tactics were useful.

Subconsciously, everyone present turned their gaze to the man sitting in the main seat.

In this loose alliance, that man with special channels had always been everyone's backbone.

Then, they were stunned.

"Hassan, do you have a solution?" an armed organization leader asked.

Because there was not a trace of anxiety on Hassan's face.

This leader was just sitting there on a simple wooden chair, even leisurely toying with a teacup in front of him.

His fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup.

The whole person exuded a sense of calm and composure, even appearing confident.

His calm demeanor, which was completely at odds with the panicked atmosphere of the scene, left everyone a bit bewildered.

Involuntarily, one of the armed organization leaders asked just that.

"Brother Hassan, this is an emergency, and you're acting like this—do you still have some trump card you haven't revealed?"

The bearded leader asked with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Hassan sat there and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

A smile that was hard to fathom even curled up at the corners of his mouth.

In his mind, he had already envisioned that entire box of gift balloons that his adjutant had mistaken for toys for children.

In his view, Country A's move of sending drones had long been calculated to the death by that awesome Factory Director Li from the Eastern Country.