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Among these guards, one person stood out from the others. Although he seemed to be deliberately trying to minimize his presence, Tang Yue still noticed him immediately.

The soldier, revered by everyone, stood tall and imposing, exuding an aura of authority that was completely different from the panic of ordinary soldiers.

He often stood in the shadows, occasionally raising his hand to signal, and the soldiers beside him would immediately understand and whisper the order. Moonlight shone on his face, outlining his cold and stern features, and the vigilance in his eyes never faded.

Tang Yue never thought that all American soldiers were incompetent. However, she felt that she was not bad either, so if she were to face this person, this officer would definitely lose.

Yes, she could tell at a glance that this tall, upright soldier was no ordinary soldier; he was very smart and knew that the entire Base 5 was in chaos.

Moreover, this chaos was very likely created by the enemy. So what would the enemy do in this situation? Without a doubt, a decapitation strike would be an excellent option.

So, he cleverly changed into ordinary soldier's clothes. This way, he could blend in with the ordinary soldiers and reduce his presence, making it difficult for the enemy to spot him. At the same time, he could stay on the front line and know the situation there immediately.

But he overlooked many details, or rather, he actually knew them all. It's just that he didn't want to be completely like an ordinary soldier, so he saw the awe shown by those high-ranking soldiers and felt a sliver of pride in his heart.

Furthermore, his authority was unassailable; even if they dressed alike, others had to obey. Also, he may have underestimated the enemy's analytical abilities, believing he had achieved the ultimate. Mere yellow-skinned people from China would have no chance of detecting any flaws.

Tang Yue took a deep breath and decided not to wait any longer. Since he was so confident, how could Tang Yue not give him a blow? Watching the enemy's confidence crumble inch by inch seemed to be something the US military often did.

She moved with lightning speed, disappearing behind the armory like a ghost. She discovered that there was a blind spot patrolled by guards every 15 minutes. She carefully avoided the scattered debris on the ground, making no sound whatsoever.

Just as she was about to scale the wall, she suddenly heard light footsteps overhead. A chill ran down her spine, and she immediately pressed herself against the wall, barely daring to breathe. She still wanted to give that officer a grand salute; now was not the time to show herself.

A patrolman strolled over, muttering something. Tang Yue held her breath, her hand stealthily reaching for the dagger at her waist.

As the patrolmen drew closer, the distant firelight illuminated their faces, allowing Tang Yue to clearly see the stubble on their faces and their weary expression.

Just as the patrolman was about to turn and leave, Tang Yue leaped up, covering his mouth with one hand and plunging the dagger precisely into his heart with the other. The patrolman's eyes widened, his body convulsed a few times, and then he collapsed.

Tang Yue quickly dragged the body to a corner and wiped the blood from the dagger off his body. She used her consciousness to look inside the armory, which was filled with all kinds of guns, ammunition, rocket launchers, and grenades, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

She focused her mind and instantly stored all the weapons in the armory into her spatial storage.

Just as she finished collecting all the weapons, a commotion suddenly arose ahead. The mysterious officer seemed to have sensed something amiss and led a squad of soldiers toward the back of the armory.

Tang Yue remained calm, knowing her actions might have been exposed. She immediately went invisible. Now was not the time to play cat and mouse with this superior; the entire base was in chaos, and she had many important things to do.

The mysterious officer immediately began searching the area, but did not give up even after finding nothing. He ordered all soldiers to conduct a thorough search behind the armory, the sound of their boots grinding over gravel mingling with their heavy breathing, creating a particularly jarring noise in the deathly silence.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned every corner. The beam of his flashlight pierced the darkness, but only illuminated the lifeless body of the patrolman in the corner.

After several thorough searches, nothing was found. "Sir, no suspicious persons have been found in the vicinity!" The soldier's report made the air freeze instantly.

The officer's brow twitched violently. He bent down and approached the corpse, his fingertips tracing the neat cut on the victim's neck. A chill ran up his spine—the opponent was no ordinary person, capable of taking down a well-trained soldier silently.

He sat bolt upright, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his unease, and waved his hand: "Into the armory!"

The moment the metal door was pushed open, a pungent smell of machine oil wafted out. The officer's pupils contracted slightly in the dim light, his gaze instinctively sweeping over the familiar shelves—where should have been piled high with gleaming firearms, rocket launchers gleaming with a cold blue light, and neatly arranged boxes of grenades.

But at this moment, the empty iron shelves on the shelves gleamed palely under the light, like a series of mocking mouths.

The officer's steps suddenly became unsteady, and his flashlight clattered to the ground, its beam swinging erratically in the empty warehouse. In the flickering firelight outside, the armory's condition was clearly visible.

He staggered and grabbed the shelf beside him for support; the metal frame groaned under his weight.

"Impossible..." His voice seemed to be squeezed from the deepest part of his chest, trembling with brokenness. Just an hour ago, he had personally inspected this place, and the serial number of every gun and the location of every bullet were deeply imprinted in his mind.

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