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The man had his back to her, gripping his gun and cautiously looking around, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

Tang Yue touched the ground with her toes, approaching silently. A flash of cold light appeared on her dagger, and it precisely sliced ​​across the soldier's throat. Warm blood gushed out, drawing a dark red arc in the darkness. The soldier didn't even have time to groan before collapsing to the ground.

After eliminating the first target, Tang Yue didn't linger. Her gaze swept over the three soldiers discussing in the center of the warehouse, and with a flash, she appeared behind one of them like a ghost.

Before the man could react, her arm gripped his neck like an iron clamp, and the dagger plunged into his heart.

Hearing the commotion, the other two were about to turn around when Tang Yue's dagger flew from her hand and plunged into their temples. The three collapsed almost simultaneously with dull thuds.

This sudden turn of events alerted the soldiers on the other side of the warehouse. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" A cry of alarm broke the brief silence.

A dozen soldiers, guns drawn, opened fire wildly on the spot where their comrade had just fallen. Bullets rained down on the shelves and walls, sending sparks and debris flying.

Tang Yue moved nimbly through the hail of bullets as if she didn't exist. She skillfully circled behind a soldier, covered his mouth, and swiftly sliced ​​his abdomen with a dagger.

The soldier struggled in agony, his intestines spilling out of his wound. Tang Yue shoved him forward, causing him to collide with his comrade. The two fell to the ground, and before they could get up, Tang Yue had already pounced on them, swiftly ending their lives with a swift stroke of her knife.

The warehouse reeked of blood and gunpowder, and the soldiers were gripped by extreme panic. They fired wildly, their shouts and curses mingling in complete chaos.

In the chaos, Tang Yue reaped lives like the Grim Reaper. Each swing of her dagger was accompanied by a muffled groan and a falling corpse.

The warehouse reeked of blood, mingled with acrid gunpowder smoke, and the shelves were askew from the impact of bullets. The mysterious officer leaned against a cold metal box, his knuckles white from gripping his pistol tightly, and cold sweat trickled down his sharply defined face.

His gaze swept across the surroundings like a hawk's, his ears catching every subtle sound, and his throat occasionally uttered low, menacing shouts: "Come out! Stop hiding!"

As soldiers around him fell one after another, he grew increasingly uneasy. Although he couldn't see the enemy, he could clearly feel the ever-present, deadly threat, as if a pair of eyes were watching his every move.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, and each blink felt like a battle with death.

Suddenly, the shelf behind him shook slightly. The mysterious officer whirled around, his gun spitting fire, bullets mercilessly piercing the shelf.

Amidst the flying sawdust, he cautiously moved forward, intently observing his surroundings, trying to find clues to the enemy.

"I know you're here!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, yet he forced himself to remain calm. "Come out! Let's have a fair fight!"

The moment he finished speaking, a dark shadow swept past his head like a ghost. He felt a slight breeze, and the mysterious officer's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively raised his gun, only to find that his wrist was being tightly gripped by a small, cold hand.

Before he could react, Tang Yue had already pressed the dagger against his throat.

"You..." The mysterious officer's eyes widened, his face filled with terror and resentment. He tried to struggle, tried to shout, but Tang Yue's other hand had already silenced him by pressing his pressure point.

Tang Yue's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes filled with contempt and murderous intent. With a slight flick of her wrist, the sharp dagger slit the mysterious officer's throat.

Warm blood gushed out, splattering onto the nearby shelves like a bizarre painting. The mysterious officer's body went limp, the light in his eyes gradually fading, and he died without ever seeing the enemy's face.

Tang Yue released her grip, letting the mysterious officer's corpse fall to the ground. She wiped the blood from the dagger, glanced at the corpses scattered haphazardly in the warehouse, and then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The waves, carrying a salty, fishy wind, crashed against the reefs, while the firelight from Base 5 in the distance dyed half the sky dark red.

Fei Shuwen stumbled along the beach, his blood-soaked shirt clinging to his back, the tattered cloth wrapped around his right arm oozing dark red pus and blood, and his bare calves covered in scalded blisters. Every step he took felt like stepping on a red-hot iron.

But he still clutched the crumpled document in his arms tightly, his cloudy eyes shining with stubbornness—he had to live to see Chang Yin and Tang Shengkai.

Even under extremely difficult circumstances, Fei Shuwen didn't forget to retrieve the underwater engineering documents he had hidden earlier. Fortunately, he had hidden them under that cabinet. Although the cabinet had been shattered by the aftershocks of the explosion, the documents were unaffected by the heatwave.

On the sea, Chang Yin and Tang Shengkai were battling the surging waves. The icy seawater filled their nostrils, and each stroke made their arms ache unbearably. The salty waves kept slapping against their faces.

They had been swimming in the sea for a long time and were starting to tire. Chang Yin struggled to lift his head and look towards the shore, when he suddenly caught sight of a swaying figure on the beach.

"Old Tang! Look!" Chang Yin shouted, his voice broken by the sound of the waves. Tang Shengkai looked in the direction he was pointing and his heart clenched—the staggering figure was none other than Fei Shuwen!

The two immediately forgot their exhaustion and swam towards the shore with all their might. A huge wave crashed in, shoving Tang Shengkai deep into the water. He struggled to the surface, coughing and choking, but still gritted his teeth and swung his arms.

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