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A piercing alarm sounded over the abandoned chemical plant.

The exercise has officially begun.

The scenario for this exercise was a hostage rescue.

The provincial department and the Jiangcheng City Bureau jointly formed the Red Team, which needed to break through the factory area controlled by the Blue Team, the hypothetical enemy, within two hours.

Rescue the hostages trapped in Workshop No. 3.

The entire chemical plant covers a vast area, with a complex network of pipes, abandoned reaction towers, and mountains of rusted oil drums, creating a perfect environment for a mixed indoor-outdoor combat exercise.

Song Qianxia was rightfully left on the outermost edge of the Red Team's command post.

This is an open space with a simple sunshade erected and a communications vehicle parked next to it.

Her task was very simple: sit on a small stool, guard several boxes of mineral water, and be ready to distribute water to the wounded who were being evacuated at any time.

Song Qianxia was very satisfied with this arrangement.

She was wearing tactical communication headsets and holding a popsicle she had taken from someone else, licking it as she listened to the tactical exchanges on the channel.

"Group A has breached the main gate but is being suppressed by the Blue team's firepower!"

"Team B, flank from the side! Watch out for the sniper at the second-floor window!"

"Throw smoke grenades! Cover our advance!"

The channel was buzzing with excitement, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions were deafening.

Song Qianxia sat on a small stool and sighed listlessly.

To her, this kind of exercise was like children playing house.

In my previous life, I lived in the underground world, where there were no paintballs, no referees, and no rules for drills.

When encountering a sniper, you will never shout in the channel to reveal your location, but will silently sneak up in the opposite direction and slit their throat.

"This movement is too straightforward. He can't even find cover. If this happened in Freeport, his ashes would have been scattered three times over," Song Qianxia thought to herself.

She took the last bite of her popsicle, feeling utterly bored, and simply closed her eyes to rest.

The fighting continues at the front.

Zhou Zheng, as the spearhead of the red team, performed exceptionally well.

He and two others moved like ghosts through the blue team's defenses, eliminating four blue team members in succession.

After taking out a hidden sentry, Zhou Zheng leaned against the abandoned boiler and glanced at the tactical terminal.

On the terminal screen, red dots representing friendly forces are distributed throughout the factory area.

And at the very back, there was a lone red dot, motionless.

That's Song Qianxia's spot.

Zhou Zheng wiped the sweat from his face, and the words Gu Tingchen had said before the exercise echoed in his mind once again.

Don't underestimate her.

Zhou Zheng sneered.

He absolutely refused to believe that a rookie who had never even fired a gun could possess any hidden skills.

Captain Gu was probably fooled by her usual tendency to talk nonsense.

Since we're on the training ground today, he's going to personally expose the lie behind this 9.9 yuan self-defense technique.

"You two continue towards Workshop 3," Zhou Zheng gestured to his two teammates. "I have some things to take care of. We'll meet up in ten minutes."

Although his teammates were puzzled, they still carried out the order.

Zhou Zheng put away the paintball gun and turned to disappear into the shadows.

Instead of taking the main road, he chose the abandoned pipeline area on the edge of the chemical plant and quietly made his way to the rear command post.

He wanted to see how the specially appointed consultant would react when faced with a sudden "enemy attack" without any warning.

They either screamed in terror or ran away with their heads in their hands.

If we could also prove that Captain Gu's judgment was wrong, that would be even better.

Rear camp.

The sun was getting increasingly scorching, and the police officers responsible for communications were all in their cars enjoying the air conditioning.

Outside, only Song Qianxia was sitting on a stool, dozing off.

The surroundings were so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of the wind through the wild grass.

Suddenly, Song Qianxia's eyelashes twitched.

She didn't open her eyes, but her previously relaxed muscles suddenly tensed up.

This is a near-beast-like intuition honed by Qianmian through countless brushes with death in the underground world.

The wind direction has not changed.

However, the airflow was slightly disturbed.

About fifteen meters to the left rear, there is a pile of rusty iron pipes.

Ordinary people couldn't hear the noise there at all, but Song Qianxia could clearly hear the faint friction sound of the rubber soles of tactical boots pressing against small gravel.

The frequency was very slow, and I was deliberately suppressing my breathing.

The person is moving stealthily.

Song Qianxia's first thought was: The Blue Team has infiltrated our rear.

wrong.

If the Blue Team were to attack the command post, they would never send just one person, and their route would be much more direct.

The footsteps had a clear target.

They came specifically for her.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

eight meters.

The stalker drew closer and closer, and even the concealed heartbeats were no match for Song Qianxia's sensory network.

Song Qianxia remained in a dozing posture, without even changing her breathing rate.

But within that seemingly frail body, the combat logic of the underworld had completely taken over.

Someone went around to the back.

Someone entered the absolutely safe distance with hostility.

According to the rules of Qianmian, there is only one way to deal with people who try to do dirty tricks behind people's backs.

Kill him on the spot!

five meters.

three meters.

Zhou Zheng slowed his pace, looking at Song Qianxia sitting on a stool with her back to him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Alertness is zero.

Completely defenseless.

Captain Gu has definitely misjudged the situation this time!

Zhou Zheng decided to give this arrogant consultant a vivid lesson.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed Song Qianxia's shoulder.

I planned to pin her to the ground, subdue her with standard grappling techniques, and then thoroughly mock that so-called "7.9 yuan peerless martial arts"!

Just as Zhou Zheng's fingers were about to touch Song Qianxia's tactical vest.

Song Qianxia, ​​who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.