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The jeep stopped in front of the command building, and the engine was turned off.

Shen Xinglin did not remove the car key; his right hand rested on the grip of the ever-changing cavalry rifle.

The heavy machine gun turrets on both sides of the gate stood silently, their muzzles pointing directly at the windshield.

The green light on the machine gun base was on, indicating that it was still in an automatic, powered-on alert state.

"Something's weird." Zhao Leiguang opened the car door and jumped out.

He carried two heavy earth-shafted shields and strode to the front of the sandbag bunker at the outpost.

Four young guards lay sprawled inside the bunker, their riot helmets rolled to their sides.

Their tactical vests were intact, and their firearms hadn't even been cocked.

Zhao Leiguang extended two fingers and probed the neck of one of the men.

"Captain, the man is still alive, but his breathing is so weak it's barely a whisper."

Lu Yan stepped out of the SUV, his boots treading on the thin ice on the concrete.

He bent down, pressed down on the side of a guard's neck, and pulled aside the blood-stained collar.

Two tiny needle marks were clearly visible below the collar, and the skin was bluish-purple.

"It's a specially made, sweet-smelling, nerve-numbing agent," Lu Yan said in a low voice.

The skin around the wound was not red or swollen, indicating that the toxins were heading straight for the brain nerves.

"The lack of an alarm indicates that the sentry fell without warning."

Su Yunqing quickly stepped forward, half-squatted on the ground, and took out a portable syringe.

She gave each of the four men a dose of broad-spectrum antidote serum and then patted the guards' cheeks.

"It will take a while for the medicine to take effect, but you won't die for now." Su Yunqing put away the needle.

Wen Yue, holding the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow, leaned her slender body against the hood of the jeep.

She raised the thermal imaging goggles on the crossbow, her gaze slowly sweeping across the building's exterior wall.

The entire twelve-story building was deathly silent, with not a single ray of light shining through the windows.

"From the second to the eleventh floor, it's completely dark, and there's no sign of any living thing," Wen Yue reported.

"Only the top-level combat command post showed a few faint heat signals."

Lin Chuxue slung the Blood Pool Staff over her shoulder, chewing on the crumbs of a mint candy.

"Who cares what it is? We'll find out once we go in and chop it up," the girl said, pouting.

"Don't be reckless, maintain the three-three formation," Lu Yan ordered in a deep voice.

Shen Xinglin stepped forward to take the lead, his lance tip hanging at his side.

The glass of the building's revolving door was shattered, and dried bloodstains hung on the door frame.

As the group stepped into the hall through the shards of glass, a gust of cold wind greeted them.

The emergency lights on the ceiling of the hall flickered and emitted a crackling sound.

The scattered official documents were blown around by the cold wind and spread across the cold marble.

The paper was printed with several lines of thick, grayish-black footprints, which were strangely long and narrow.

"These footprints aren't human, nor are they from regular military boots," Xiao Qianyu frowned.

She gripped the Dragon King Halberd in her other hand, the dark gold light on the blade gently pulsating.

Lin Chuxue stopped and used the tip of her staff to pick up a brass cartridge case from the ground.

The surface of the cartridge case was covered with a dense network of honeycomb-like pores, as if it had been burned through.

"It's been exposed to strong acid corrosion." Lin Chuxue leaned closer to take a look, her face full of disgust.

"This acid is extremely potent; it can even melt military-grade corrosion-resistant alloys."

Shen Xinglin walked to the elevator lobby and pressed the up button.

The control panel was unresponsive, and burnt black liquid was seeping from the gaps between the buttons.

"The elevator's main cable was cut, and the car crashed onto the basement level," Shen Xinglin said.

He raised his ever-changing lance, and the tip suddenly jammed into the crack of the fire escape door.

Click!

He forcefully pried open the heavy steel door of the safety passage, revealing a dark stairwell.

The hallway was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood.

Shen Xinglin stepped onto the steps first, and the auxiliary thrusters on his back went into silent mode.

The group filed in, their footsteps extremely light, the soles of their boots pressed tightly against the inside of the steps.

"The staircase is so narrow, it's like they're deliberately making things difficult for me," Zhao Leiguang complained.

His two heavy earth-shattering shields collided at the corner, producing a dull thud.

Zhao Leiguang casually pulled a can of braised pork from his tactical vest.

He pulled open the metal ring with one hand, scooped out two pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, then handed the can back to him.

"Just something to fill our stomachs. We haven't even gotten a decent meal since the war ended."

Xiao Qianyu pushed the can open expressionlessly. "Keep it for yourself."

Su Yunqing took the can of food from his hand, scooped out a spoonful, and shared it with Lin Chuxue behind her.

Lin Chuxue chewed on a piece of meat and mumbled, "There's too much fat, it's greasy."

Upon reaching the corner on the fourth floor, Shen Xinglin suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

The main monitoring unit on the wall was violently torn apart, and the power cords dangled and swayed.

The special protective steel plate inside was rolled up like a piece of paper, revealing the internal pits.

Lu Yan stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the empty metal slots.

"The internal storage hard drive was forcibly removed, and the method was very professional."

"Not only did they remove the hard drive, they even cut the backup circuit," Wen Yue said coldly.

Clearly, the person who did it was very familiar with all the security checkpoints in the building.

"There's a traitor among Lao Wei's men, otherwise things wouldn't have gone so smoothly," Zhao Leiguang cursed.

"Keep going up, don't linger at open corners," Lu Yan waved to signal.

The group stepped over the tangled wires, their steps unhurried as they made their way uphill.

The higher you go, the stronger the burnt and sour smells become.

Upon arriving at the seventh-floor corridor, all the office doors on both sides were smashed apart by violent external force.

The carpet in the hallway was overturned and lying on the floor, with overturned tables and chairs scattered haphazardly on it.

Su Yunqing suddenly stopped and her gaze fell on the two corpses leaning against the wall.

They were two middle-aged officers in the uniforms of the defense forces staff, with the rank of colonel.

They sat leaning against the wall, their faces withered and emaciated, their skin like dried orange peel.

"All the water in my body was drained in a very short time." Su Yunqing's expression changed slightly.

She reached out and pressed her hand against the corpse's forehead; the bones beneath the skin were even as brittle as dirt.

"This is a blood sacrifice drying technique from the East China Sea, a move of the Descent Faction."

Xiao Qianyu squatted down and picked up a pinch of extremely fine silver-white powder from the gap in the carpet.

The moment the silver powder came into contact with the air, a cloud of pungent white smoke suddenly rose up.

White smoke scorched the alloy floor, producing a fine, hissing corrosion sound.

Xiao Qianyu flicked away the embers from her fingertips, her tone as cold as frost.

"This is high-purity active silver marrow, which only high-ranking Adventists would wear."

"It seems they're determined to get this big fish, Lao Wei," Zhao Leiguang sneered.

Lu Yan walked to the fireproof and explosion-proof door leading to the eighth floor, his gaze falling on the cross-section of the lock tongue.

The explosion-proof door, weighing half a ton, was cut in half horizontally, with a smooth, mirror-like cross-section.

Lu Yan traced the cold metal cut with his fingertips, a deep, cold glint in his eyes.

"It's not heavy weapon breaching, it's extremely high-frequency concussive weapons," Lu Yan asserted.

This weapon is a special customized equipment, and even regular troops rarely issue it.

The enemy not only had internal support, but was also equipped with top-notch assassination equipment.

"The biosignals at the top have weakened." Wen Yue suddenly gripped the Thunderclap Crossbow tightly.

"One of the heat sources is rapidly deteriorating and could go out completely at any time."

"Shen Xinglin, speed up the clearing of the road." Lu Yan's voice was lowered to the minimum.

Shen Xinglin exerted force with his feet, and the mobile armor brought up a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

The first squad, like a silent ghost arrow, swiftly traversed the last few floors.

The eleventh-floor corridor was completely destroyed, with scattered load-bearing bricks and stones everywhere.

The group climbed over the broken wall, stepping on the rubble, and finally reached the twelfth floor.

The door to the top-floor command center was ajar, revealing a gap of about half a foot.

Several dried, blackened bloody handprints were imprinted on the door panel, with scratch marks remaining between the fingers.

Those were the marks left by humans as they struggled desperately, dragging their weight across the metal door.

The exhaust fan at the end of the corridor was still spinning listlessly, its blades emitting a monotonous hum.

A thick, viscous smell of blood gushed out from under the door, making one's nose sting.

The emergency light tubes on the corridor ceiling were flickering wildly due to poor contact.

The dim light cast flickering shadows on the men's sturdy combat uniforms.

Zhao Leiguang raised the heavy earth shield, using it to firmly block his massive body at the front.

Lin Chuxue gripped the Blood Pool Staff tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

Xiao Qianyu tilted the Dragon King Halberd downwards, ready to thrust.

Lu Yan stood in front of the half-closed door, his right hand slowly gripping the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

boom!!

He raised his military boot and kicked the heavy alloy door open with tremendous force.

The enormous impact slammed the door against the wall, sending up clouds of choking dust.

The scene inside the operations command center was instantly exposed to the view of the first squad.

The entire strategic hall, spanning several hundred square meters, had been transformed into a horrifying slaughterhouse.

Hundreds of surveillance main screens were violently smashed, and blue arcs of electricity emanated from the broken wires.

The massive tactical sand table was shattered into pieces, with alloy sand mixed with scarlet slime spilling all over the ground.

Dozens of staff officers and guards lay in pools of blood, their wounds so clean and gruesome.

On the command platform in the center of the hall, an overturned tactical high-backed chair lay on the floor.

Behind the broken sand table, two figures shrouded in black robes slowly turned their heads.

The man in black robes held a blood-dripping curved blade in his hand and stepped on an unconscious person.

The man had three generals' stars hanging from his shoulder, and his tattered hair was stuck to his forehead with blood.

That was Wei Xinghe, the supreme commander of the Xichuan war zone.