When Chen Yao's bullet penetrated the seventh sniper's eye socket, the disinfection cabinet in the medical room suddenly sprayed out refrigerated gas.
The fifth tracker chip that Inspector Cai crushed contained a nanovirus that could overload the metal prosthetic eye.
"Time anchor point confirmed." Mou Xuan's nosebleed dripped onto the console, and a silver-gray vortex engulfed his entire pupil. "Three, two, one——"
All the red dots on the holographic map solidified at the same time.
The virus implanted by analyst Yu spread backwards along the enemy's command system, turning the false information deliberately leaked by Mou Xuan thirty hours ago into a deadly shackle.
When the seventh-layer firewall collapsed, the real-time coordinates of the enemy leader were exposed to satellite monitoring.
Chen Yao's military boots crushed the last electronic screen, and the female soldier, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle of her gun, suddenly froze.
Amid the alarm in the command room, the blood-soaked messenger Qi broke open the security door, holding the enemy intelligence chief's mechanical prosthetic arm in his hand - on it was engraved a complete totem of a winged python.
I don't know when the rain stopped.
Mou Xuan wiped the blood from his nose and stood up. The blue light on the holographic sand table illuminated his injured collarbone.
When the seventh encrypted email automatically played the victory code, Chen Yao suddenly grabbed his blood-stained collar and kissed him heavily on the bleeding corner of his mouth with the smell of gunpowder.
Cheers echoed throughout the safe house.
The contact person Ren shivered as he held up the hot cocoa, Inspector Cai smiled for the first time, and Messenger Qi stacked the enemy badges into a pyramid.
Analyst Yu suddenly pointed at the surveillance screen and screamed - the intelligence network they had just improved had actually predicted the beer consumption at the celebration banquet three hours in advance.
Mou Xuan stroked the electronic interface on the back of Shen Yao's neck, and the victory code flowed between the two people's tightly pressed combat uniforms.
When the seventeenth empty beer can hit the bulletproof glass, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded at the main control console - the enemy leader's vital signs, which should have been frozen by liquid nitrogen, began to beat again for a moment three hundred meters underground in the sewage treatment plant.
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