Chen Yao's dagger suddenly stood between the two of them, and the blade reflected the reversed calendar on Mou Xuan's watch.
When the dial gear meshed for the seventh time, a scene of the next thirty seconds flashed in the commander's pupils - the honeycomb pattern designed by Expert Xing was devouring the infrared signal of a reconnaissance team.
"Forty-seven tons of electrolytic tungsten powder are needed." Mou Xuan's mechanical watch strap suddenly broke, and the gears drew a burning track on the ice. "Convert the defense tower into a dynamic bait, before sunrise tomorrow..."
The piercing sound of an alarm tore through the next words.
Engineer Yin's mechanical prosthesis penetrated the holographic projection. In the laboratory surveillance screen, the core defense component that should have been sleeping in Warehouse No. 7 was now flashing red on the transaction list of an underground black market.
Expert Xing suddenly slashed his palm with a bayonet, and blood dripped onto the design drawing, forming a micro defense matrix: "Give me twenty hours, and I can transform the watchtower into a particle resonance transmitter." His bloody fingertips touched the newly cracked ice pattern behind Mou Xuan's ear, "Only if our commander doesn't break into pieces in the time rift."
Chen Yao's dagger made a buzzing sound at this time, and a tube of light golden potion popped out from the secret compartment of the handle.
When Mou Xuan injected the third time stabilizer, all the snow on the roof of the transport vehicle suddenly floated in the air, and each snowflake reflected the base's defense loopholes in different timelines.
"Notify the section engineer to drive the liquid nitrogen truck to the west wall," Mou Xuan tore off the bleeding watchband and wrapped it around the operating lever, "those crystals will be at 3:17 in the morning..."
His voice suddenly caught in his throat.
Chen Yao's dagger pierced into the onboard computer without warning, and the crack on the screen just happened to split a blurry surveillance picture - on the snowy field three kilometers away, several tracks that did not belong to the base were strangely repairing themselves, like traces of invasion erased by an invisible eraser.
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