215: Chapter 215 100,000 Points, Three Coordinates

Only then did Sinwar slowly prop himself up. His movements were light, yet every joint creaked like a rusted machine, emitting faint frictional sounds—this was the "reasonable injury" granted by the system: fractures in the third and fourth ribs on his left side, a laceration on his right calf, and lingering dizziness from a blow to the head. All these injuries had been precisely calculated to fit the logic of "surviving a bombing" without actually hindering his mobility.

Around him, in the shadows of the rubble, figures began to crawl out one after another.

One hundred people. All of them had the appearance of Gaza locals, ranging in age from teenagers of seventeen or eighteen to middle-aged men in their forties or fifties. Each face bore the numbness of survivors and a deep-seated hatred that reached their very marrow. Their "memories" had also been implanted—some were Sinwar's "distant cousins," some were neighbors' children, and some were "comrades-in-arms" who had trained overseas together. At this moment, they gathered silently around Sinwar like snakes awakening from hibernation.

There was no verbal communication. Sinwar simply scanned every face with his eyes, confirming that everyone was alive and in acceptable condition. Then he made a gesture—pinching his thumb and index finger into a circle while extending the other three fingers—the signal to "establish communication."

Deep within his consciousness, an encrypted channel was activated.

[Dominator, I have arrived,] Sinwar reported in his mind, while simultaneously uploading real-time footage captured by his visual sensors: [It's worse here than imagined.]

Naypyidaw, the secret underground chamber of the Presidential Palace.

On the giant curved screen in front of Zhang Cheng, the display was split into dozens of frames. The largest ones in the center were the real-time images transmitted from Sinwar's eyes: broken steel bars pierced the sky like Tombstones, charred fabric fluttered in the wind like funeral banners, and beneath a pile of rubble, a child's small hand was exposed, the skin already turned black.

Old K stood slightly behind Zhang Cheng. The data stream representing his facial expressions showed an extremely faint fluctuation—a 0.03% anomaly, but for a Death Soldier, this was already an emotional reaction on the level of "shock."

"System assessment: The vital signs signal density in the eastern district of Gaza City is only 4.7% of the pre-war estimate," Old K reported in a steady electronic voice. "The Squid Nation Defense Forces have deployed two mechanized infantry companies in this area, equipped with four 'merkava' MK4 main battle tanks and twelve 'namell' heavy armored vehicles. Air support consists of 24-hour drone patrols, with F-16 or F-35 formations flying reconnaissance every six hours."

Zhang Cheng did not speak. His fingers tapped lightly on the metal armrest, his gaze locked onto the haughty Squid Nation soldiers in olive-green uniforms on the screen.

After a long silence, he finally responded to Sinwar through the system channel:

[Received. To establish projection coordinates, what do you need?]

Amidst the ruins, Sinwar's consciousness operated rapidly.

He had to choose three locations. These three locations had to satisfy several harsh conditions: they needed to be sufficiently hidden to avoid enemy routine patrols and aerial reconnaissance; have enough space to accommodate personnel and supplies; and ideally be places with some kind of "significance" or "cover"—such that even if signs of human activity were discovered, it wouldn't immediately trigger a total sweep.

His gaze swept over the surroundings.

Four hundred meters to the northwest, that building with the green dome, though partially collapsed, still had its main structure standing—that was the Khalid ibn al-Walid Mosque. The background memories implanted by the system told him that beneath the mosque was an air-raid shelter expanded in the 1980s, capable of holding over five hundred people. More importantly, the Squid Nation military was relatively restrained in bombing religious sites (at least under public scrutiny), making it relatively safe.

To the southeast, across two streets, was the former "Hope" Girls' School. Half of the three-story teaching building had been bombed into collapse, but the basement remained intact. The name of a school could cover many activities—a medical station, a temporary shelter, or even a "humanitarian aid distribution point."

The final location...

Sinwar turned his gaze due south. There stood the Gaza Central Hospital—or rather, the ruins of the hospital. The main building had been turned into a mountain of rubble, but the adjacent auxiliary buildings and underground parking lot had complex structures with crisscrossing passages. More importantly, the hospital area had a complete water supply and drainage system as well as backup power lines (some of which could still be repaired), and international humanitarian organizations occasionally braved the area to deliver medicine, providing natural cover for the movement of supplies.

[Coordinate One: Khalid Mosque underground air-raid shelter, depth -8 meters, entrance hidden in a secret passage behind the pulpit.]

[Coordinate Two: 'Hope' School basement, depth -6 meters, accessible through the collapsed boiler room passage.]

[Coordinate Three: Central Hospital underground parking lot Area C, depth -10 meters, requires breaking through three collapsed partition walls.]

Sinwar packaged and uploaded the precise latitude and longitude, topographical data, and surrounding enemy deployment for the three coordinates.

[To establish permanent summoning coordinates, estimated system points required: 100,000. Requesting approval.]

In the secret chamber, a confirmation window popped up on the system interface in front of Zhang Cheng:

[Senior Agent 'Sinwar' requests to establish 3 permanent summoning coordinates]

[Coordinate Location: Gaza City East District]

[Coordinate Stability Assessment: Grade B+ (Risk of enemy discovery exists, but possesses strategic value)]

[Establishment Cost: 100,000 points]

[Approve?]

Zhang Cheng did not hesitate.

"Approve."

[Points deducted: 100,000]

[Establishing coordinates...]

[Coordinate One (Khalid Mosque) established, stability 83%]

[Coordinate Two (Hope School) established, stability 79%]

[Coordinate Three (Central Hospital) established, stability 71%]

[Warning: Coordinate Three is located on an enemy patrol route. Recommendation: Complete the first summon and establish defenses within 72 hours.]

The moment the three coordinates were established, Sinwar, far away in Gaza, immediately sensed the change.

It was an indescribable "sense of connection"—as if beneath the ruins, three invisible anchors had been driven deep into the spatial structure of this land. Through this connection, he could request supplies and personnel from the Dominator at any time, and the system would complete the delivery in a "rationalized" manner: it might be through long-abandoned underground pipes, disguised as humanitarian aid supplies, or even "accidentally discovered" pre-war stockpiles.

But for now, he needed the first wave of support.

[Dominator, coordinates established. Requesting first wave of summoning: personnel, weapons, equipment, supplies.]

Sinwar quickly listed the requirements:

[Personnel: 500 Junior Death Soldiers, disguise template 'Gaza local surviving civilians', age distribution 15-50 years old, male-to-female ratio 7:3, requires implantation of basic Arabic language proficiency and local life memories.]