Chapter 704 The goal is not simple

A heavy gasp was heard from under the Iron Claw mask. He swung his hand back, and an invisible vibration wave blade cut through the air like lightning, accurately catching up with the rebounding silver particles.

“Snap!”

A crisp and short explosion.

The silver particles tried to evade, but ultimately failed to completely avoid it.

The moment it was swept by the wave blade, the particle suddenly lit up, and a small ball of blue and white electric sparks burst out, and then it immediately cracked neatly, revealing the hair-thin energy conduit inside, the meter-level crystal element array, and the still flashing chip.

Iron Claw slowly turned around, and the heavy soles of his boots crushed the debris on the ground.

He faced the direction of Shadow Scorpion, his arms seemingly hanging down loosely, but the exoskeleton at his knuckles made crackling sounds, as the internal pressure mechanism stored energy.

Then, ten cold alloy blades flashed in his hands. They were more like metal claws with a killing beauty than blades. The high-frequency humming sound became sharper and more piercing.

He sneered, his voice filtering through the mask, with a metallic friction texture:

"You stinky bug who can only hide behind illusions, do you have the guts to put away these tricks and confront me head-on? I'll rip your scorpion tail piece by piece and stuff it up your ass!"

When Shadow Scorpion saw that one of his precious Phantom Worker Bees was destroyed, a terrifying murderous aura instantly burst out from his body, and the temperature inside the entire gas station seemed to drop several degrees.

He no longer held back and swung his hand back, and dozens of silver particles shot out from the gaps in the armor all over his body, making a slight sound of breaking through the air.

In an instant, the interior of the dilapidated gas station became bizarre and full of dazzling light and shadow.

In the originally dim space, dozens of "shadow scorpions" suddenly appeared.

Each one is lifelike, not only in appearance, but also in subtle movements, defensive postures, and even the coldness and vigilance revealed through the holes in the eyes of the mask.

Some lean forward, energy daggers ejected from their hand armor; others lower their center of gravity, their scorpion-tailed mechanical appendages swinging nimbly behind them; others move sideways, their steps light and graceful...

Dozens of phantoms, each with their own movements, vaguely surrounded the iron claw in the center, forming a death maze that was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

These phantom worker bees are more than simple optical projections.

Each particle carries a highly customized artificial intelligence core that can simulate the original body (Shadow Scorpion)'s attack mode, hit feedback and even energy fluctuations almost 100%, creating a battlefield that is truly indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Come on, idiot! Find out my true identity!"

Dozens of shadow scorpions spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping and forming a dizzying three-dimensional echo in the room.

Tiezhua glanced at himself who was surrounded, and snorted with disdain, but was not frightened by the situation.

He suddenly jumped up from the spot, moving as fast as a leopard. The exoskeleton armor on his back made a series of crisp "clicking" sounds, and suddenly opened up, thrusting out four pairs of eight thick and multi-jointed mechanical appendages.

The end is equipped with a sharp probe, a high-speed rotating micro-cutting wheel or a suction cup with strong adsorption force.

This instantly transformed him into a steel octagonal spider full of cutting-edge technology, and he easily hung upside down on the ceiling steel beams covered with spider webs, dust and rust.

The eight appendages were spread wide, covering a much wider attack range than when standing, and the cold metallic luster flickered in the dim light.

The situation is tense and a war is about to break out!

However, in this corner filled with gunpowder, two figures wearing white masks did not even raise their eyelids and were still busy with their own affairs.

A man was sitting on a shabby chair with only a metal frame left, polishing a peculiarly shaped long-barreled rifle with his head down.

The rifle's body was wrapped with an energy conduit that emitted a faint blue light, as if liquid energy was slowly flowing through it.

The color of his armor was slightly darker than the others, showing a dull dark gray. There were two closed box structures on the shoulder armor, like two silent bulges, and it was unknown what kind of destructive power was hidden inside.

He is Fire Crow, the long-range firepower player in the team.

The other one was leaning in a relatively clean corner, his arms folded across his chest, his helmet drooping slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

His armor is the thickest in the entire team, with obvious reinforced ribs and additional hydraulic rods at the joints, and a slightly concave dark red energy core embedded in the outside of each arm.

It is also the tallest and strongest, and sitting there, it is like a giant door panel that can withstand any impact.

He is the fortress, the undisputed front line and tank of the team.

Obviously, they were already accustomed to the team's use of violence as the main language of "communication".

"That's enough, everyone, calm down. This mission objective is not that simple."

A dull sound that seemed to resonate with metal came from the corner, coming from the last white mask.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, shattering the murderous intent that was almost solidified between Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion.

Unlike other people's masks that neatly cover their entire faces, his white mask is uniquely tilted and half-hanging on his head.

Only the right half of the face was tightly covered, while the left side was completely exposed. The exposed skin had a strange mercury-like texture, smooth and without any pores.

There is no normal human blood vessel color visible under the skin, which is extremely weird.

Upon hearing his voice, Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion, who were full of murderous intent just now and wanted to tear the opponent into pieces immediately, froze in their movements for a moment, and then stopped reflexively without any hesitation.

Iron Claw quickly retracted its ferocious mechanical appendages, folding them delicately into the armor. Its body landed lightly from the ceiling, standing upright, facing the captain's direction, lowering its head and suppressing its arrogance.

Shadow Scorpion made a gesture, and dozens of clones that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake disappeared instantly as if the delete key was pressed, turning into particles and flying back into his body.

Even Fire Crow and Fortress, who had been acting as if it had nothing to do with the matter, immediately changed their relaxed attitude.

Fire Crow quickly put the cleaned rifle behind his back, locked it with a click, and stood as straight as a javelin.

Bastion lowered his folded arms, his heavy metal palms hanging at his sides, his five fingers pressed together as a sign of respect.

Although the white masks completely obscured their expressions, the awe and obedience that came from their hearts could not be deceived.

The four of them spoke in unison, standing at attention like strictly trained elementary school students, their voices carrying a subtle tension:

"team leader."

Fire Crow was the first to ask:

"Captain, he's just a prison guard... Is there something wrong with him? The mission our commander gave us didn't mention anything special that we need to pay attention to."

Fire Crow's voice was full of confusion, and he also asked the questions in the minds of the others.

Mobilizing such a large force and using their hidden special operations team to deal with an ordinary prison guard does feel like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The four people's eyes were now focused on the captain with his face half covered.

It was only then that the captain fully revealed his form.

Compared with the other four people, who are nearly 2 meters tall on average and have strong and sturdy figures set off by their exoskeleton armor, his figure appears extremely... petite and delicate.

Even wearing the obviously specially customized exoskeleton armor, his height looked no more than 1.4 meters.

This is the height after wearing armor. It is hard to imagine how tall the real person inside would be if he took off this "shell".

It really gives me the feeling of being a primary school student.

But this petite body contains majesty and strength that is completely inconsistent with its size.

He slowly walked forward a few steps from the shadows, the corner of his mouth that was exposed raised a thin arc, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"You idiots, use your rusty brains and think about it. If this mission is really that simple, how could our team get the chance to relax and go out of the hidden gate?

Isn't that always a regular benefit for the baby-faced team? "

The captain sneered again before anyone could digest his words:

"I used my authority to secretly check the recent records of Baby Face and his team entering and leaving the Hidden Door.

The time they spent 'relaxing outside' this time was particularly long, abnormally long, far exceeding the normal rest time."

He paused, his eyes slowly sweeping across the masks of his four subordinates, and spoke word by word:

"If my guess is correct, Baby Face and the others should have already been defeated."

"What?"

"How...is this possible?"

The four white-masked men were collectively stunned for a moment, but due to long-term training and absolute awe of their captain, none of them dared to question the authenticity of this judgment.

"Captain, what you mean is..."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in Tiezhua's voice, and his previous temper and arrogance disappeared without a trace.

The captain nodded slowly, his tone solemn:

"That's what I mean. Although the Babyface Squad is a little weaker overall, they are by no means mediocre.

Even the baby-faced guys failed, do you still think that this target is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed at will?

In short, everyone, be extremely alert and follow the plan strictly. Anyone who is careless may capsize in the gutter and die outside..."

The captain's gaze lingered on Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion for a moment.

"When the time comes, Captain, I will have no choice but to take your bodies back."

Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion suddenly felt a chill rising from their tailbone and reaching the back of their heads.

As White Masks, they were used to seeing death and were not very afraid of it.

But every time I thought about becoming the captain's collection after my death, I couldn't help but shiver all over and my scalp went numb.

Seeing that the team members had put away their contempt, the captain glanced at everyone again and said coldly:

"The commander's explicit request is to capture the target alive. However, given the potential danger posed by the target, I allow you to let go of all your hands and feet if you encounter resistance.

Bringing the body back is the same thing!"

It is absolutely a taboo for subordinates to arbitrarily modify the clear task requirements of their superiors.

The baby-faced guys in the previous team with white masks would never do this, but the captain of this team of "elementary school students" with white masks doesn't care about these rules at all.

In his lexicon, obedience is selective.

As soon as the words fell, the tense atmosphere in the room seemed to ease, and several people in white masks almost simultaneously burst into unbridled laughter, which was full of disregard for the rules and anticipation for the upcoming killing.

…….

"What's going on? Why won't you open the door?!"

Zhao Lu raised his head, his brows furrowed into a knot, and waved his hands vigorously several times at the black surveillance camera above the gate.

The dark blue cover of his work ID with the emblem of the Executive Yuan printed on it was tightly clenched in his hand. It was almost deformed by his squeezing. He really wanted to stuff the ID card directly into the camera so that the people inside could see the emblem of power clearly.

The certificates they hold belong to the "Executive Government Mobile Department."

Judging from the certificate itself, it is genuine and not fake at all.

With Du Changle's connections within the Executive Yuan and his diplomatic skills, it would be extremely easy for him to temporarily borrow a few of these certificates.

The so-called Mobile Department, as the name suggests, has functions that are quite similar to those of the Maintenance Department.

It is also a department with extremely vague definitions of authority and extremely flexible boundaries. It has no clear and fixed jurisdiction and is like an invisible person on weekdays, with no specific responsibilities for anything.

But once there is an emergency or some sensitive matters need to be dealt with, it seems to be omnipotent and can intervene and take charge of everything.

It is a bit like an omnipotent organization that is specifically responsible for "wiping up one's ass" and "putting out fires everywhere", and its power can be infinitely large or infinitely small.

As for whether the power is big or small, we need to analyze the specific case specifically, as there are too many factors involved.

But in any case, the tiger skin of the Mobile Department is more than enough to scare low-level officials and local agencies in most cases, and it is very effective.

Especially when facing small characters with low official positions and limited knowledge, it often produces miraculous effects.

Strictly speaking, Feng Mu is not even a formal official in the Executive Yuan system. Therefore, Zhao Lu thinks that the title of the Mobile Department is enough to make this little prison guard cooperate obediently... right?

Then!!!

A minute passed and the iron gate showed no response.

Two minutes passed and Zhao Lu's brows were tightly locked.

Five minutes passed, and the prison gate was still tightly closed, as if welded shut.

Zhao Lu's anger was rising rapidly, and his face turned from arrogant to ashen.

Just when he was about to burst into laughter, a heavy and slow sound of a mechanism turning came from inside the iron door, and it finally slid inwards slowly, opening a narrow gap just enough for one person to pass through.

Zhao Lu saw this and was about to go in angrily. The colleague behind him gently pulled the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice:

“Calm down, don’t forget what the commander told you before you came out.

Attitude, pay attention to your attitude. You can be a little friendly at first. As long as you can bring the person back safely and complete the mission, then you can vent your anger however you want, isn't it up to you?"

(End of this chapter)