Published: March 2, 2025
The tactical computer continued to spin wildly, the swirling patterns seemingly mocking the ignorance and recklessness of the Walter squad.
In modern warfare, communication is absolutely critical, especially for elite teams responsible for reconnaissance and infiltration. Without communication, there is no support, no way to relay intelligence—dying here would be pointless.
Dying without any value...
Although the elite squad was prepared to sacrifice themselves for Earth, completing the mission before dying felt entirely different from dying without any gain.
“It's over, it’s all over.”
Sequence eighty-nine, displaying a hopeless demeanor, fiddled desperately with the tactical computer. However, with their level of sequence eighty-nine, breaking through the demonic clan's information blockade was undoubtedly a pipe dream.
“Boom!”
An explosion sounded not far away. Sequence eighty-nine, crouched in the grass, suddenly felt a ringing in their ears and dizziness as dust rained down from the sky. They spat several times to clear the mud from their mouth.
Looking up, they saw their captain emerging from the smoke, surrounded by a thin veil of mist. From within the mist, several inconspicuous droplets of water shot out, but when they struck the enemy, they unleashed powers comparable to that of micro nuclear bombs.
It hadn't taken long to escape and find this hiding spot. Once they arrived, Walter immediately organized his team to construct a defensive line while using his terrifying group-killing ability to plow through the hillside multiple times. This allowed the entire squad to secure a temporarily safe stronghold.
Yet, everyone knew that safety was merely temporary...
Just by looking at the writhing trees and land in the distance, sequence eighty-nine felt a wave of panic.
There were too many of them, and despite their low quality, in a situation where they could breach defenses, the saying "many ants can kill an elephant" was no joke. Moreover, these "things" attacked silently, without any life sign—a hidden killer was already troublesome, and what Walter's squad faced was far more than just one or two.
“Gather!”
Walter’s spiritual fluctuation spread far and wide, and soon after, two figures sprang out from both the left and right sides almost simultaneously.
“Boss, the single-person nuclear bomb has been set up, but it shouldn't hold off those creatures for long.”
As soon as sequence thirty-five finished speaking, a deafening explosion echoed—a simple setup of traps clearly couldn't hold off the enemies for very long.
“Captain, three powerful earth puppets have appeared among the enemies on the left. We can’t hold this position much longer.”
The situation on the left, handled by sequence fifty-six, was also dire.
“Captain, communication with headquarters is still cut off.”
Sequence eighty-nine, responsible for communications, had become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Walter's face turned ashen: “We're surrounded by these things below, the only safe place is above, but...”
Being three short of a full team, a tactic that was simple could also mean a greater trap. However, the current situation left Walter and his team with little choice.
Thoughts raced through his mind, and after a moment, Walter clenched his teeth: “The enemy wants us to go up the mountain; the top is the target for this mission—the predetermined location of the source extraction device. They want us to dive headlong into the dimensional maze.”
Upon hearing this, the remaining three fell silent until Walter took a deep breath.
“Let’s go and see what awaits us up there!”
...
It didn’t take long for the three small teams to gather. When the Cyclops led Qin Tian’s squad, Lolo led Hao Yun’s squad, and Star led the Bomb Squad, it was all done within ten minutes.
For the Cyclops, Qin Tian and Hao Yun were old acquaintances. However, he was unfamiliar with the four-member squad called the Bomb Squad.
The so-called "Bomb Man" was the nickname of the squad leader, and along with the leader, all four members were Caucasian, tall and muscular. The one called the Bomb Man, however, stood under 1.7 meters and weighed only about 100 pounds, which was practically a half-disability for an adult Caucasian male.