As they approached the factory gate, Shen Qingchen raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. The factory gate before them was tightly closed and rusted, and the surrounding walls were towering, entwined with barbed wire. Beneath the seemingly calm surface lay a deadly danger. He turned to look at the technician beside him, signaling him to take action.
The technicians immediately stepped forward, their specially designed cracking equipment in hand, and cautiously approached the access control system. Time seemed to freeze, each second passing by incomparably long. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed door. Finally, with a slight beep, the access control indicator light turned from red to green, and the door slowly opened.
Shen Qingchen was delighted, but he didn't dare slack off. He waved his hand, and the commandos rushed into the factory as fast as a cheetah. However, as soon as they entered, the alarm sounded suddenly, deafening. In an instant, the lights in the factory were brightly lit, and the dark corners were instantly illuminated by the strong light. Countless enemies poured out from all directions, their guns pointed at them.
Shen Qingchen secretly feared something was wrong, but now there was no way back. He shouted, "Charge!" and charged at the enemy. A fierce exchange of fire ensued, bullets raining down like raindrops, sparks flying everywhere. While Shen Qingchen's men were well-trained, the mysterious organization's defenses were also exceptionally tight. The enemy, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, constantly shifted positions and put up a stubborn resistance.
The battle reached a stalemate. Shen Qingchen watched his fellow soldiers fall, his heart filled with grief and indignation. Each of the fallen was a long-time friend, a loved one who had fought alongside him, now lost on this cruel battlefield. But this grief became a stronger force, forcing him to press forward. He fired and shouted orders, attempting to break through the enemy's defenses and advance towards the core area deep within the factory, where crucial secrets lay hidden.
Amidst the hail of gunfire, Shen Qingchen keenly sensed a weak spot in the enemy's defenses. Without hesitation, he led a small group of men forward. They fought their way through several makeshift fortifications, gradually advancing deeper into the factory. However, just as they thought they were nearing their goal, a stronger defense appeared before them. This time, they encountered elite troops from a mysterious organization.
The enemy, well-armed and strategically skilled, deployed a uniform array of advanced firearms, collaborating with each other in a coordinated crossfire, pinning Shen Qingchen and his men into a confined space. They continuously hurled grenades, the blasts and smoke making it nearly impossible to open their eyes. Shen Qingchen and his men suffered heavy casualties, their ammunition nearly exhausted, and the situation precarious, seemingly trapped in a hopeless situation.
But there was no sign of retreat in Shen Qingchen's eyes. He gritted his teeth and searched for a glimmer of hope in the smoke. He knew that Jiang Zhi was still outside facing danger alone. He couldn't fall down. He had to tear open a corner of the darkness for her and let the dawn of light in. He picked up a submachine gun from the body of his comrade next to him, checked the ammunition, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me! For our family, for justice, fight to the death!" Then, he recklessly launched another charge towards the enemy line.
At this critical moment of life and death, Shen Qingchen's courage and determination infected everyone, and the remaining brothers also shouted and followed him into the hail of bullets. Their figures seemed so small in the fire and smoke, but so resolute, like an unyielding beacon in the darkness, illuminating the road to victory, even if it was full of thorns and blood.
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