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Once down the tunnel, Zhang Hui only had a narrow field of vision in front of his gas mask goggles, through which he could see pale yellow chemical gases floating around him.

The dim overhead light illuminated the dark space, and his vision was greatly obstructed by the hazmat suit, which made him somewhat irritable.

With the movement of the infrared beams and searchlights, you can follow your teammates forward.

As he rounded a corner, Zhang Hui took the opportunity to touch the wall with his hand. It felt damp and warm, as if there were some water stains.

Through the earpiece, I could hear the conversation between the three of them, a mix of casual chatter and a few sentimental remarks, perfectly capturing the atmosphere of battle. They must have studied psychology quite a bit; anyone else would be terrified.

Just as Zhang Hui was thinking about how to deal with it, the sound came through his earphones again.

"E2, report your location, over." This was his roommate, codename E1.

"We have entered the factory area. Over."

Immediately afterward, E1 gave the order to have him and E3 follow up quickly.

Zhang Hui continued walking forward as usual, but after turning left, he saw a figure flash by in the distance.

"E3, be on alert!" Zhang Hui immediately warned, then continued reporting in the channel: "E1, there's news ahead..."

"Da da! Da da da!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out.

Zhang Hui didn't dare stop. He turned around, lay down, and continued crawling forward. He wasn't far from E3, and thought he'd climb up to check on him.

"Da da da! Da da!"

"E1, I'm going to check on E3. Over." After saying that, only gunshots could be heard; there was no further communication through the headset.

"Da da da!"

Bullets continued to fly around him, and Zhang Hui could only keep his body low to the ground, which slowed his crawling speed considerably.

He kept calling out, "E1, E2, E3, please respond." The gunfire only stopped when they reached a hidden corner. "E1, E2, E3, please respond," Zhang Hui called out again.

"E4...I...I've been shot. E2 and E3 have lost contact," came E1's weak voice through the headset.

"E1? Report your location, I'm coming to rescue you!"

"My protective suit is torn, my chest...cough cough...I've been shot in the chest and thigh, I'm beyond saving." E1's voice came through the faint sound.

"E4, you can withdraw and wait for the next support mission. You won't bear any responsibility!"

"If you want to continue, remember to take the passage on the right. There... might not be any ambushes there."

After E1 finished speaking, there was no further sound in the communication.

The dark air-raid shelter, coupled with his teammates' last words, all contributed to creating a scenario that would cause him to break down psychologically.

E1's words presented two options: retreat or advance alone. However, as a veteran player, the choice at this point was unquestionable: proceed alone and do your utmost to complete the mission.

Alright, having accompanied them through their emotional journey after the performance, it's time to complete my task.

Oh right, what was my task again?

Oh, it's about defusing the explosives and rescuing the hostages.

Zhang Hui then got up from the ground, remained in a squatting position, and tried to calm his rapid breathing.

"Reporting to command center, reporting to command center, Team E has lost three members: E1, E2, and E3. One member remains..."

After a few seconds of pause, he continued, "I've decided to proceed alone and complete the remaining tasks. The communication channel will be closed. Over."

After removing the microphone that was in the way, Zhang Hui listened quietly for a while and, after confirming that no one was in front of him, got up and walked to the passage on the right.

With his night vision enabled, he had no worries about any accidents.

Most of human fears stem from the unknown. Once you see things clearly, you can face them calmly, like the messy tunnels we see now.

After walking for less than two minutes, Zhang Hui noticed a light. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was light from outside shining through the exit.

It seemed he had entered the factory building. He quietly climbed up halfway to peek outside, and finding no one there, he quickly climbed up.

Zhang Hui, standing at the tunnel exit, couldn't help but complain, "This is too fake! There was just a gunfight in the tunnel, how come there's not a soul in sight at the exit in the blink of an eye?"

Wasn't this supposed to be a chemical raw material factory? Why are there only machine tools and equipment here?

A metal drum, resembling a gasoline container, was constantly emitting smoke, and the chemical labels on it were applied very carelessly.

And the bonfire that keeps smoking, is it simulating the scene after an explosion?

If Yuan Lang were here, he could start his face-to-face taunting mode.

However, upon further reflection, he abandoned the idea, thinking that he was only relying on his knowledge of the plot; otherwise, he might not even be as good as Xu Sanduo.

Suppressing his wandering thoughts, he continued to observe his surroundings. After confirming that no one was around, he found a piece of sheet metal nearby and dragged it over to block the exit of the passage; perhaps this was his only way out.

We cannot determine the enemy's controlled area at the moment, so we can only disguise ourselves and lie in wait.

I tore some dust-proof cloths off the pile of equipment next to me, casually draped them over myself for simple camouflage, and began to quietly lurk in the gaps between these things.

There's no worry about no one coming; the factory is well-connected, and if there's any noise, someone will definitely pass by.

After lying in wait for more than half an hour, he saw several people wearing orange clothes and only gas masks coming down from the stairs of the factory. They must have discovered something.

Staring at the iron staircase, Zhang Hui knew that this was his target.

As if by luck, someone else walked over to him, and he was alone.

He seized the opportunity, stood up abruptly, grabbed the man, dragged him to his hiding place, and chopped him in the neck with a hand chop.

Before he could even make a sound, the other person collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Hui was startled and quickly checked for his artery; thankfully, the man was still alive. He then took off the man's clothes and put them on him, replacing the mask and gas mask as well.

With a mischievous grin, he trapped the other person's hands behind their back and hid them using the cloth he had just used to cover them. Then Zhang Hui went up the stairs. Because everyone had run down, he made his way smoothly to the crossbeam passage.

Peeking out from mid-air, they saw a burning truck being driven away, while all the thugs who had been putting out the fire chased after it.

Zhang Hui knew that this was an opportunity created by Xu Sanduo by chance. He quickly walked across the beam passage to the other side, where there was a three-story building connected to the factory.

The group of people who just put out the fire must have entered the factory from here.

He deduced that even if there were no hostages in the building across the street, it would be a gathering place for criminals. He then walked inside and immediately noticed people going in and out of rooms.

It seemed my judgment was correct. I remained calm, pretending to be one of the other side, and continued walking inside. As I passed the third room, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw hostages inside.

Seeing that he could complete the hostage rescue mission, he couldn't resist and pushed open the door and went inside. However, the creaking sound of the door opening alerted the others, and several disguised thugs rushed in and trapped him inside.

Knowing he had no chance, Zhang Hui, determined to take a few down with him even at the cost of his own life, immediately raised his gun and fired.

"Da da! Da da! Da da da!"

He quickly and accurately shot three people, but as soon as the gunshot rang out, he was also hit by the enemy and "sacrificed".

But he didn't care and continued firing until he emptied the magazine, partly out of spite.

"Alright, alright."

"Damn, getting hit by blanks hurts pretty much too."

The two people who were hit the most started shouting.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hui removed his gas mask and yelled at him, "What are you yelling about? What are you yelling about! You're crying over this little bit of pain? If it were a real bullet, you should have just died and lay down, then you wouldn't feel the pain!"

Hearing Zhang Hui's words, the "hostages" behind him chuckled and began to cheer and echo his words.

Zhang Hui didn't have time to pay attention to these people. His roommate took him back to the camp to see Yuan Lang.