I searched and fought in America.

American, outside Houston.

At 4:35 a.m., Rosen lay prone beside a drainage ditch at the back of the factory. His face looked rather pale, and his eyes were fixed on the kitchen exit in the distance.

That place was probably near the side gate, with a large iron gate, and two black gunmen holding assault rifles were standing outside the gate.

Intelligence indicated that the area was poorly secured, especially during garbage collection. Sending someone to collect the garbage would be the perfect opportunity for infiltration.

But at this moment, it's not like that at all!

Because in Rosen's observation, in addition to the two black gunmen who were officially named, there were two more black gunmen lurking in the shadows, pointing in this direction!

The safety factor of this place is ridiculously high, but the timing is right. At this moment, accompanied by a screeching scraping sound, the iron gate slid open.

A huge garbage truck drove out, with two fully armed men following outside the truck in addition to the driver inside!

No need to think about it anymore; the original safe route is no longer viable, so he definitely can't sneak in that direction. He has to find another way out.

Rosen sighed softly, then began to wander slowly around the factory, lingering in the shadows on the outskirts.

The defenses at this factory are ridiculously strong. Not only is there a 3-meter-high wall, but there are also iron bars on the wall. The iron bars are making a hissing sound, which is probably due to the high voltage!

After circling around, Rosen didn't find any obvious flaws, so he had to rely on his battlefield intuition to find weaknesses in obstacles on the battlefield and gradually narrow down the search area.

As he passed a low drainage hole, a gray-black treasure chest came into view!

[Treasure chest found.]

Rosen stopped and began to survey the area. As always, the walls were high and thick, and even the small hole in the drainage ditch had been fenced off with iron bars.

Without hesitation, Rosen quickly crouched down, touched the treasure chest with his finger, and as the countdown ended, the lid popped open.

【Item: Silent shoe insoles (disposable)】

[Quality: Green]

[Capacity: 10]

[Value: 3000 Kazakhstani Credits]

[Effect: Temporarily attaches to the soles of the feet, reducing movement noise by 60% for 30 seconds.]

"nice one."

Rosen was overjoyed. He put away the insole and used it immediately. He was about to carry out the infiltration plan, so now was the perfect time to use it!

After collecting the treasure chest, Rosen began to examine the iron fence above the drainage ditch.

It's possible that the entire iron fence was severely corroded due to long-term sewage erosion, but that's not the key issue. The most critical problem is that some parts have even peeled off, creating a small gap that has caused a break in the high-voltage power grid, preventing it from reaching this point!

This is undoubtedly an excellent infiltration spot!

Rosen stepped on the edge of the drain hole and leaped upwards, grabbing the rusted beam with both hands.

The iron fence creaked a little, but Rosen wasn't worried because this place was quite far from the heavily guarded areas at the main gate, so the sound wouldn't travel that far.

Soon, he had traversed a certain distance, and just as he reached the other side, his body was in mid-air.

From the watchtower in the distance, a beam of incandescent light began to sweep towards this place from the left!

Rosen's hair stood on end. If he were swept away, he, a grown man, would definitely be spotted instantly. However, he was confident that he could run away.

However, this only gap has definitely been blocked by the other side, so even if he is highly skilled in martial arts, he will have little chance of getting in to search for intelligence!

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A white light flashed across the iron fence. The sentry responsible for scouting yawned and took a closer look. However, in his eyes, the dilapidated fence was empty and unchanged.

The beam of light moved away.

At this moment, Rosen was pressed tightly against the floor, and on his back was a bloody gash that was ten centimeters long.

Because Rosen jumped from mid-air, his back was scratched by the rusty tips of the iron fence.

If a wound of this severity is not treated promptly, it could lead to tetanus, and his minor illness will be cured.

Rosen then took out a roll of bandage from his backpack and began to bandage himself. A few seconds later, the wound on his back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, this is a huge loss! If I apply for arbitration, I'll have to pay at least another $5!"

Rosen cursed under his breath, then looked around. He quickly thought that Leonard's office was on the second floor of the office building, according to the map his employer had provided.

The entire factory consists of processing workshops, cold storage areas, and office buildings, which are interconnected.

In addition, there are patrol teams that patrol every ten minutes to clean up the open spaces around the factory, which is his biggest threat.

Rosen hunched over, using the surrounding condensers as cover, and quickly approached the processing workshop, which had the most doors, making it easier for him to find an opportunity.

Once you pass through the workshop, you can enter the corridor that connects to the office building.

However, when he was still thirty meters away from the workshop door, Rosen suddenly stopped.

Because at the main entrance of the processing workshop, there were two adult German Shepherd guard dogs squatting in place. These dogs were much more difficult to deal with than gunmen. Their sense of smell was extremely sensitive, and they might be discovered if they weren't careful.

The place smelled pungent; the factory was filled with the stench of blood, formaldehyde, and the lingering smell of cigarettes and alcohol left by the gunmen. This masked his scent to some extent, but once he got within twenty meters, the German Shepherd would definitely be able to spot this "stranger."

Sure enough, one of the German Shepherds seemed to sense something, looking around and even starting to growl softly.

This sight made Rosen's heart clench, and he quickly created distance and ran away.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong with them?" The two guards at the door were startled and pulled back their guns with a clatter.

But the German Shepherd only whimpered for a while before returning to its original state, lying down in place, leaving the two leaders somewhat bewildered.

"I don't know, maybe we smelled some stray cat." One of them picked up a flashlight and swung it in Rosen's direction.

Rosen buried himself completely in the gap between the two containers, feeling the beam of light sweeping over his head.

His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty.

When one of the guards learned it was a false alarm, he cursed and kicked the dog's butt: "Shut up, you idiot, don't bother me while I'm smoking."

After this ordeal, Rosen decisively retreated. He decided to abandon the workshop and changed direction, bypassing the outer wall of the cold storage area, and went directly to the back of the office building.

However, all the windows on the first floor of the office building were welded shut with steel bars, so that not even a mouse could squeeze in, let alone a person.

Two gunmen stood at the front and back gates, and a patrol team would change shifts every five minutes.

"There are four minutes left before the next patrol passes by."

Rosen glanced at his watch, his sense of urgency growing stronger.

Forcing our way in is definitely not an option.

Rosen glanced around, and finally his gaze settled on an air conditioner unit mounted on the second floor.

"We have to take a gamble."

He pulled a grappling hook rope from his backpack. This tactical equipment, combined with silent insoles, could minimize the noise of throwing.

This was his only option to break through the encirclement before the patrol could surround them.