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Chapter 281 True Artillery Bombardment of the Headquarters
The wind stopped.

The grass and trees were still, and the lights of the sentry post were dim.

Zhou Yi hid behind the bushes, kneeling on one knee, steadily supporting the launch tube.

The outline of the building complex emerges against a dark gray background.

White dots lit up on the south side of the central main building.

That's where the heat source is most concentrated.

An excellent target.

Zhou Yi slowed his breathing and gently tapped the launch handle.

Instantly, the circuit closed.

The missile was launched, the engine started, white smoke rose, and then the roar of ignition followed.

Then came utter destruction.

The bright spot suddenly expanded, like a ripped wound, almost blinding the eyes.

In an instant, flames, steel bars, and concrete fragments erupted all at once.

The sound waves, accompanied by shockwaves, tore through the night sky, sweeping in from afar—

The earth trembled, glass shattered, and sirens blared in rapid succession, their frequency sharp and chaotic.

Morrison's eardrums were sore from the shock that he instinctively lay down on the ground.

Almost simultaneously, the second missile was launched.

This time, the target is the East Wing.

Flames shot into the sky, accompanied by blue and white lightning.

The structural fracture point collapsed immediately, followed by a deafening roar like a landslide.

A standby diesel engine went out of control due to vibration.

The leaked fuel ignited rapidly, creating a new ignition point.

The smoke and dust stung his nose and mouth, and Auster instinctively struggled to get up.

The unexpected event struck, leaving him nowhere to dodge. He was thrown into the air and then slammed heavily to the ground.

His ribs were broken, and he also lost hearing in his left ear.

The ceiling was completely gone, and the electrical wires hung down like vines, crackling with sparks.

Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs in the distance, but the content was unclear.

After an unknown amount of time, someone approached, making a very subtle sound.

Auster tried to shout for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Blood flowed back into his trachea, pressing against his chest and causing a tightness.

Then, a pair of boots came into view, with non-slip rubber soles, not standard.

Auster suddenly realized something.

Too late.

boom!
The bullet pierced his forehead.

Zhou Yi continued his work, pushing further inward.

The building looked like a disemboweled corpse.

Exposed steel bars, charred black paint, and wires hanging like intestines.

A malfunctioning pipe somewhere is continuously spewing steam, obscuring the entire space.

Zhou Yi changed the magazine, made sure the safety was off, and then stepped over the corpses scattered all over the ground.

The elevator is completely unusable.

An officer in a staff uniform was peering down, as if he had heard something.

The next second, the bullet pierced the skull and fell into the well along with the sprayed blood.

Thanks to Himmler's ruthless methods, this place is now filled with inexperienced military police.

Chaos became the best cover.

Finally, Zhou Yi continued downhill and arrived at the huge, fire-resistant room.

It is located near the communications relay room, which is one of the few areas in the entire building that still has power.

The operation is not complicated.

Connect, lock, voltage matching, activate.

The process takes no more than twenty seconds.

The equipment has started up.

Zhou Yi stared at the frequency of the cold light indicator light to confirm that the signal was being transmitted correctly.

It was simpler than I expected.

He exhaled softly, gripped the rifle handguard again with his left hand, and prepared to retreat along the same route.

But the next second, footsteps came from outside.

At the end of the corridor, we gradually approached.

Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged as he quickly pressed himself against the wall, concealing himself entirely in the shadows.

The emergency lights in the distance flashed twice and then went out with a snap.

Most of the building was engulfed in steam and flames.

The footsteps drew closer, carrying a hint of anxiety.

Then, a man strode in. He was tall and wore a gray-green uniform.

Without even glancing around, they walked straight inside.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi was about to make a move, but his gaze fell on the collar insignia.

Lieutenant Colonel.

The movement faltered, and the rifle vanished.

Zhou Yi drew his bayonet from behind.

Then, just as the person was about to enter the cable area, they silently moved closer.

The distance closed in an instant, and his left arm wrapped around the other person's neck, tightening instantly.

Before anyone could utter a cry of alarm, Zhou Yi had already swiftly moved his knife and plunged it into the ribs.

The man's body tensed up immediately as he tried to resist, but he was ultimately pinned against the wall and unable to move.

Fresh blood gushed out; it was warm and sticky.

"Don't make a sound," Zhou Yi whispered in his ear.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee where the next strike will land."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's struggles lessened, which surprised Zhou Yi.

"You understand English?"

In the dim light, he saw the man nod frantically, letting out uncontrollable groans of pain from his throat.

"Tell me, what are you, a lieutenant colonel, doing here in the early hours of the morning instead of resting at home? On duty?"

The man could feel his blood rushing out of his body, and he felt dizzy.

My legs went weak and I almost slid down to my knees.

"I...I'm under orders to check the signals."

"Whose order?"

"They...they said there might be a malfunction following the explosion. They need to check."

"What kind of malfunction requires the lieutenant colonel to inspect?"

They told me they were upstairs having a meeting.

The man was almost incoherent, pleading and sobbing uncontrollably.

"I—I don't know, please, I swear—let me go."

"Who's up there?"

"Many people in the General Staff Headquarters—Strategic Operations Department"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh.

There have been so many good things happening lately.

One thing after another.

It’s true that time comes and heaven and earth work together.

"Who is the supreme commander?" he asked.

"General Kluge"

"General Kruger?"

The man's lips trembled incessantly. "Yes."

"Great."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he suddenly withdrew his knife and released his grip.

The man collapsed to the ground with a thud, gasping for breath, nearly fainting.

"Don't look so weak," Zhou Yi said, looking down. "The wound isn't that deep."

"Now, take me there."

They passed through the damaged room, turned right, and continued forward to a hidden passage.

They were using concrete slabs left over from early construction, and the damp corners were covered with mold.

The air was filled with the smell of metal and machine oil, and there were crisscrossing pipes and cables running along the ceiling.

After walking about seventy meters, the man's steps became noticeably unsteady, and he nearly fell several times.

His lips were pale, and he clenched his teeth, whether to suppress the pain or fear, it was unclear.

Fortunately, after the final turn, a narrow staircase leading upwards came into view.

The man, with his back against the wall, struggled to keep his body upright and breathed heavily.

"I can't climb anymore, please—please let me go."

Without saying a word, Zhou Yi slung the rifle over his back.

He grabbed the back of the military uniform with his right hand and the lower edge of the belt with his left, pulling the man up directly.

The wet, slippery soles of the shoes scraped against the ground, making a "clunking" sound.

A dozen seconds later, a large metal door appeared in front of them, bearing a dark gray die-cast logo.

"Is this the place?" Zhou Yi threw the man to the ground.

".yes."

"If there is no emergency evacuation."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi pressed down on the handle and then pushed it forcefully.

(End of this chapter)