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"Get up! Prepare to go! The destination is just ahead!"

Falcon climbed out of the sandpit, brushing the yellow sand off his tactical vest.

Several team members stood up and shook off their ghillie suits.

The blond soldier swung his assault rifle to his chest and spat out a mouthful of sand-laden saliva.

"Boss, after we pull off this job, I'm going to spend a month in Miami Beach." He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Those drones from Great Xia are practically blind."

A Black player next to him was adjusting his tactical vest and joined in the commotion.

"They're more than just blind. Their radar technology is completely useless against our optical camouflage."

The Black team member picked up his high-powered binoculars and scanned the surroundings.

"This lousy desert is nothing but sand. The Great Xia military must have had a death wish to choose this as their training ground."

Falcon patted the high-frequency communicator in his backpack.

"Stop talking nonsense. Once the data is sent back to the Quadrangle, you'll have the Congressional Medal in hand, and no one will care if you want to go on vacation to the moon."

Falcon pointed ahead.

"Advance another five kilometers to establish the best observation point. Everyone, maintain radio silence and advance under alternating cover."

The eight men rearranged themselves into a tactical formation, preparing to sneak into the heart of the exercise area.

One hundred meters in the air.

Li Yichen hovered below the clouds.

The multi-spectral holographic scanner captured the movements of the eight people below with perfect clarity.

Infrared imaging, microwave detection, and vital sign scanning.

Eight red outlines are clearly visible on the HUD interface, with even the heart rate marked next to them.

"Ling'er," Li Yichen uttered two words over the communication channel.

"Got it, bro!"

Ling'er's virtual avatar floats on the edge of the HUD interface, her fingers rapidly tapping in mid-air.

A string of green code appeared on the virtual keyboard.

"In 0.01 seconds, all their satellite communications, GPS positioning, and encrypted channels were cut off. Now these eight people can't even send out a distress signal."

Ling'er clapped her hands, her face full of pride.

"I also casually put some music from square dancing aunties into their communication channels, and now their headphones are buzzing with excitement."

Li Yichen's face twitched slightly.

"Well done."

The falcon had just taken two steps.

The screen of the tactical terminal on my wrist suddenly went black.

The green signal bars instantly disappeared.

He paused for half a second, then slapped the screen twice. No response.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening burst of music suddenly erupted from the tactical headset.

"The vast horizon is my love..."

Falcon ripped off his headphones and slammed them onto the sand.

"Sir, check the equipment!" Falcon turned his head sharply.

The Black team member carrying the high-powered radio was covered in sweat, his hands randomly pressing the buttons.

"Boss! No signal! Full-band interference! We've lost contact with the satellite!"

The Black team members were so anxious that they started smashing the radio casing.

"The backup channels are down too! They're all locked!"

Falcon drew his tactical dagger from his waist and cautiously looked around.

"Damn it! An ambush! Defensive formation!"

Eight agents instantly formed a circle back to back, guns pointed outwards.

Before he could finish speaking...

A piercing shriek came from overhead.

That wasn't the sound of wind whistling across the sand dunes; it was the crackling sound of a heavy object tearing through the air.

The falcon suddenly raised its head.

Eleven dark figures descended from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eleven colossal mechanical beasts, a mix of deep black and silver-gray, crashed into the sand.

Yellow sand surged into the sky, creating a sand curtain more than ten meters high.

The strong winds blew the eight agents off balance, and the blond team member fell flat on his backside into the scorching sand.

The sandstorm has subsided.

Eleven armored vehicles, each 1.9 meters tall, formed an impenetrable ironclad formation.

The mask emitted a faint, bluish glow.

The hydraulic joint emitted a low-frequency hum.

The eight agents stumbled back three steps, their backs bumping together.

The blond team member could barely hold his gun steady; his teeth were chattering.

"Oh my god... what is this?" He swallowed hard, his legs going weak. "Iron Man? Or the Terminator?"

The Black soldier's hand holding the gun trembled like a leaf.

"Boss, this wasn't in our intelligence! When did Great Xia create such a monster?!"

Falcon's mind was buzzing.

This was beyond his cognitive limits.

He frantically pressed the emergency communicator on his shoulder, trying to transmit the scene in front of him back to headquarters.

All I could hear in the headphones was a piercing, mute sound.

Complete isolation.

They were abandoned in this dead land.

Despair exploded in his chest, Falcon's eyes turned bloodshot, and he raised his M4A1 assault rifle.

"Open fire! Tear them apart!"

Da da da da!

Eight assault rifles simultaneously spewed fire.

A barrage of 5.56mm bullets rained down on the encirclement.

The bullet struck the carbon fiber titanium alloy armor, sending sparks flying.

The crisp, tinkling sounds blended together.

A few seconds passed.

The 30-round magazine was emptied.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The eleven armored vehicles remained completely still.

It didn't even leave a white mark, let alone penetrate it.

Zero One, the short-statured soldier king, yawned widely inside his armor.

He raised his mechanical right arm, extended his metal fingers, and scratched the back of the armored head twice.

"Sir, are these bastards just tickling us?"

A few jeers came from the channel.

Number 03 added a comment.

"I feel sorry for them just watching them work so hard. Should I go up and help them load a magazine?"

Number 05 moved his mechanical wrist a bit.

"No, we've finally come out, we need to stretch our muscles a bit."

Li Yichen ignored his teammates' teasing.

The silver-gray armored warrior took half a step forward.

Raise your right arm.

The palm is facing the falcon.

A blue-white halo gathered deep within the circular hole, growing brighter and brighter.

The loudspeaker emitted flat, emotionless words.

"I'm only giving you one chance."

"Put down your weapons and put your hands behind your head."

Falcon stared at the blinding blue light.

The defense line completely collapsed.

They couldn't break through, they couldn't escape, and they couldn't even send out messages.

As a top agent, he knew the consequences of falling into enemy hands.

He clenched his back teeth, lowered his chin slightly, and prepared to crush the poison capsule hidden in his collar.

I would rather die than be taken prisoner.

Li Yichen saw through his actions.

"Want to die? Did you even ask me?"

Slightly clench your palms.

The low-power pulse cannon explodes instantly.

hum-

An invisible shockwave swept across the sand in a fan shape.

There was no explosion, no fire.

Falcon felt as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object, and everything went black before his eyes.

Without uttering a sound, the eight agents rolled their eyes and collapsed onto the yellow sand.

He foamed at the mouth and his body twitched unconsciously twice.

Clean and efficient.

Zero One, the short-statured soldier, stepped forward and kicked Falcon's shoulder with his metal toe.

"You fainted already? You're too fragile."

Li Yichen lowered his right arm.

"Stop talking nonsense. Strip them of all their equipment."

"yes!"

Ten black armored vehicles rushed forward.

These elite soldiers are well-trained and quick to strip people.

Less than two minutes.

Eight top-notch, well-equipped American agents were stripped down to just eight pairs of floral underwear.

Tactical vests, communicators, miniature detectors, and firearms were all bundled together by the elite soldiers.

Number 03 stuffed a bunch of electronic devices into the mesh bag, picked it up, and weighed it in his hand.

"Sir, what should we do with all this scrap metal?"

"Take it back. This is a crucial bargaining chip for Great Xia to make America bleed heavily at the international negotiating table."

Li Yichen turned around.

"One person, carry one back to the command center."

Ten elite soldiers bent down and lifted the unconscious agent with one hand.

The burly man, weighing several hundred pounds, felt incredibly light and effortless thanks to the hydraulic system of the armor.

The joint command center in the northwestern desert.

The wind was still howling, and the bulletproof glass was being pelted by gravel with a crackling sound.

The room was so quiet it felt almost oppressive.

Zhang Weiguo walked back and forth in front of the sand table with his hands behind his back.

The military boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the floor.

Zhao Guangming held a teacup; the water inside had long since gone cold.

Li Tiezhu touched his bald head and glanced outside the door every now and then.

Sun Haotian leaned against the control panel, his fingers tapping the surface unconsciously.

Ten minutes have passed since Li Yichen led the Heavenly Soldiers Squad to set off.

The red dot on the screen had long since disappeared.

Communication has been unsuccessful.

Liu Guoliang sat in the middle chair, holding a thermos, as steady as a mountain.

Zhang Weiguo stopped in his tracks, unable to hold back any longer.

"Old Liu, it's been ten minutes, and there's still no sound."

He pointed to the big screen.

"Those eight are top American agents; they might have some kind of deadly weapon."

Zhao Guangming downed the herbal tea in one gulp and slammed the cup down.

"Exactly! You're sending eleven people to arrest eight secret agents. What if something goes wrong? Who's going to take responsibility?"

Sun Haotian echoed this sentiment.

"If you ask me, we should just send a whole company over there for overwhelming firepower—that's the safest approach!"

Liu Guoliang blew on the steam from the thermos and slowly took a sip.

"What's the rush? Let the bullets fly for a while."

Zhang Weiguo was so anxious that he stamped his feet and muttered something under his breath.

"That kid's been gone so long, could he have gotten lost in the desert?"

The voice just fell.

boom!

Eleven deafening sonic booms exploded overhead at the command center.

The entire building trembled violently, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Zhang Weiguo was startled and quickly looked up to look outside.

A sudden gust of wind arose in the open space outside the door.

Eleven armored vehicles landed with a thud.

Zero-one board soldier Wang strode to the entrance of the command center.

With a flick of the arm.

boom! boom! boom!

Eight foreigners who had been stripped of their gear and left only in their floral underwear.

He was thrown heavily onto the steps.

It piled up into a mountain of flesh.