Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Mo straightened up, shifting his gaze from the sand table to Dilireba.

"You wait here and don't let anyone in. I'll go find you some capable helpers."

"Yes, Master."

Although Dili didn't know where her master was going to find help, she didn't ask any questions. She simply gripped the gun handle at her waist, turned around, walked to the entrance of the command post, and pulled the curtain closed.

With a thought, Lin Mo vanished from the command post.

He returned to the confidential room of the Lianhai County government office. When he pushed open the door, thirty Flying Tigers members were sitting cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed, resting.

Upon hearing footsteps, everyone opened their eyes simultaneously and stood up in unison.

"Everyone line up, hold hands, and be blindfolded."

Lin Mo picked up the stack of black cloth strips from the table.

The thirty team members quickly lined up, their movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The team member at the front of the line took the black cloth strip from Lin Mo and passed it on to the next person. Each person neatly blindfolded themselves and then reached out to hold the hand of their comrade next to them.

The thirty people formed a long, winding black dragon, so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Lin Mo put his hand on the shoulder of the first member of the line, and with a thought, he instantly transported the entire line of people to Dili's command post.

The bright oil lamp in the mine shone through the black cloth strips, flickering on the team members' eyelids, but no one made a sound, no one let go, and the team maintained its neat formation.

"Take it off."

Thirty Flying Tigers members removed their blindfolds and instinctively looked around.

Unfortunately, this is an abandoned mine, and apart from a few dim oil lamps and rough mine walls, there is nothing to see.

Dili stood beside the sand table, watching the thirty imposing Easterners in gray-black training uniforms, carrying rifles, appear out of thin air. She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with excitement.

She had previously witnessed Lin Mo's ability to conjure objects out of thin air, and had also heard of his terrifying combat prowess in single-handedly taking down Mustafa's stronghold.

But seeing her master suddenly appear with a fully-equipped squad still gave her a shock.

Lin Mo stood in front of the sand table and spoke:

"I will personally lead the decapitation squad, with Dili serving as the vice-captain and guide. The thirty people will be divided into three combat groups."

"Group 1, led by Zhou Ping, will be responsible for perimeter security and fire support. Group 2 will follow me in the assault. Group 3, led by Zhao Gang, will be responsible for rearguard action and evacuation cover, holding the back wall crossing point to ensure an unobstructed retreat."

"Is there a problem?"

"No!"

Everyone said in unison.

"Please explain the situation!"

Lin Mo looked at Dilireba.

Dili stepped forward and pointed to an area in the center of the sand table that was surrounded by a high wall:

"The enemy's command headquarters is located here."

It was originally the mansion of a local tribal elder, with high walls and double-layered barbed wire, and an observation post every twenty steps on the top of the wall.

There are two fixed guard posts on the outer perimeter and a machine gun emplacement at the main gate, equipped with an old-fashioned heavy machine gun.

The only main road leading to headquarters was blocked by fortifications made of sandbags, behind which a platoon of soldiers was permanently stationed.

She paused, then drew three routes on the sand table with a stick.

"A frontal assault would result in heavy casualties, as the open area between here and here is over 200 meters wide and completely exposed to machine gun fire."

Although the alleys on either side could lead to the back of the house, Ata's men had planted landmines along the roadside in these alleys; Fari's troops suffered heavy losses in these very alleys last time.

Lin Mo stared at the sand table in silence for a moment, then looked up at Dili, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"A frontal assault is too slow, and taking a detour is too risky. We won't take a detour, nor will we launch a frontal assault; we'll just scale the wall."

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind howled across the Gobi Desert.

Under the cover of night, the decapitation squad advanced silently, with Dili leading the way, her figure nimbly moving among the rocks and mounds.

Thirty Flying Tigers members spread out in combat formation, three to a group, taking turns providing cover as they advanced.

The distant horizon was occasionally lit by the flashes of artillery fire, and drones equipped with infrared sights occasionally streaked across the night sky. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and diesel fuel.

Two hours later, the decapitation squad arrived outside the walls of the Atta headquarters.

Lin Mo raised his right hand and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

The three teams silently dispersed and took up their designated positions. Zhao Gang led the three teams to guard the back wall climbing point, while the two machine guns of the first team were set up on the high points on the east and west sides, with the muzzles pointed at the direction of the main gate of the house and the alley entrances on both sides.

Dili squatted down beside Lin Mo, pointed inside the wall, and said in a low voice:

"Behind the wall is the back garden of the mansion. There shouldn't be many guards at this time. Atta's main force is in the front yard and the main gate."

However, there's a dog in the garden; we need to deal with that first.

Lin Mo nodded and gestured to Zhou Ping behind him.

Zhou Ping drew a dagger from his waist and leaped onto the wall first. He was as nimble as a night cat and landed almost without making a sound.

A few breaths later, a very faint whimper came from inside the wall, followed by Zhou Ping's low voice reporting back.

Then came the second, the third...

The two groups of team members climbed over the wall one after another, the whole process was clean and efficient, taking less than a minute.

There was less resistance inside the compound than expected.

Several patrolling militants were dozing off against a wall, guns in hand, when they were silently taken down by Flying Tigers members with daggers before they could react.

The group quickly advanced along the route that Dili had drawn beforehand, passing through the empty kitchen and storage room, and soon found their way to the back door of the main building.

Zhou Ping made a gesture, and two team members broke down the door.

The throwing knife in his hand accurately pierced the foreheads of two armed guards in the hall, their bodies still on the ground.

The three groups have blocked the stairwell leading to the second floor, and Zhao Gang personally led his men to guard the corner of the stairwell.

Lin Mo led Dili and Zhou Ping straight to the third floor.

The stairs creaked underfoot. Lin Mo lightly touched the ground with his feet, his body almost floating. The team members behind him also used their lightness skills to walk on the narrow stairs as if on flat ground.

When Lin Mo kicked open the bedroom door, Ata was lying shirtless on the bed, with a trembling woman beneath him.

Come on, you're despicable.

Mekrau!

Upon hearing the loud noise, Ata suddenly sat up, pushed the woman away with one hand, and instinctively reached for the pistol on the bedside table with the other.

Zhou Ping gave him no chance, flashing to the bedside and slamming the butt of his rifle into Ata's wrist, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

Ata screamed and rolled off the bed, only to be pinned down by Zhou Ping's foot on his back, with a gun pointed at the back of his head.

Hearing the commotion, several core guards in the next room grabbed their guns and rushed into the corridor.

The three teams guarding the stairwell were well-prepared, and their crossfire blocked the entire corridor.

Before the guards could even raise their guns, they were pinned to the wall by bullets, their bodies sliding down the wall and leaving several gruesome blood trails on the earthen wall.

Soldiers in other rooms downstairs were awakened by the gunfire and rushed toward the main building, grabbing their weapons.