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Dark as ink.

Michael Chen clung tightly to the rough cement wall surrounding the base, like a gecko.

His "Ghost-IV" optical camouflage combat suit was operating at full power, and the light in the surrounding environment was perfectly refracted by the nanomaterials. Even if someone stood three meters in front of him, they could only see a blurry and distorted mass of air.

The green data stream inside the goggles was flashing across the screen.

Thermal imaging, infrared, acoustic detection...

All conventional security measures are rendered useless in the face of his equipment.

Michael Chen curled his lip in disdain.

This is the so-called mysterious base that terrified Langley and his gang of old men?

Apart from having higher walls and brighter patrol lights, the defense system here is practically a sieve full of holes.

He didn't even need to use the jammer in his backpack; he simply used his agility to avoid the blind spots of the three fixed cameras.

It was too easy, so easy that it made him feel bored.

He crouched low and moved silently to a barbed wire fence on the inner layer of the base.

According to intelligence, this is the last physical line of defense, and it is usually powered by tens of thousands of volts of high voltage.

Michael Chen pulled a pair of insulated shears from his tactical belt, preparing to find a break point.

The voltage reading on the high-tech goggles stunned him.

Voltage: 0V

Is it broken? Or was it never turned on at all?

Michael Chen almost laughed.

Are the Chinese playing house?

How could security measures be so lax in such a core and confidential area?

It seems that the so-called Life No. 1 was just a lucky find for them, and they did not develop a strategic defense awareness to match it.

Since you've opened the door so readily, then I won't stand on ceremony.

Michael Chen put away his tools, bent his legs slightly, and his muscles tensed instantly.

She leaped into the air like a nimble black cat.

He easily climbed over the barbed wire.

It landed silently.

The tactical boots' specially designed soft soles absorbed all the impact, leaving not even a single fallen leaf disturbed.

Michael Chen straightened up, adjusted his collar, and prepared to infiltrate the core factory.

A lazy voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Dude, your circumvention skills are pretty good. Who taught you?"

In that instant.

Michael Chen's hair stood on end, and his heart clenched at its highest point.

anyone? !

How is that possible!

His sonar detector did not sound an alarm, the thermal imager did not react, and he could not even hear breathing!

As a top agent who has spent years teetering on the edge of life and death, his body reacts faster than his brain.

He didn't turn around.

No nonsense.

Michael Chen's spine twisted violently, and with the terrifying power that erupted from his waist and abdomen, his right arm, like a heavy hammer, slammed down hard towards the source of the sound behind him with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

Backhand elbow strike!

This is the most ferocious killing move in Muay Thai. Combined with the hard alloy protective gear on his exoskeleton gloves, it is enough to instantly shatter the skull of an adult brown bear.

He wanted to kill with one blow!

However, the expected sensation of bones shattering did not occur.

His elbow struck empty air.

Michael Chen's pupils dilated sharply, and he turned around abruptly.

By the faint moonlight, he could see the person behind him.

He was a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties, wearing a loose-fitting security guard uniform, his hat askew, and a blade of grass he had picked from somewhere dangling from his mouth.

The young man leaned against a big tree, his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a mocking gaze, as if watching a circus monkey show.

"this one?"

The security guard spat out the grass root in his mouth and shook his head.

"Too slow."

Naked humiliation.

Michael Chen's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a violent killing intent surged from his chest.

He no longer holds back.

He pushed off with his left foot, and the ground cracked instantly.

He became a blur, his fists raining down on the young security guard's face, throat, and heart like a storm.

Every punch produced a sonic boom.

Every move is a guaranteed kill.

But the security guard didn't even take his hand out of his pocket.

He simply tilted his head, leaned back, and turned to the side casually.

Michael Chen's series of powerful punches, enough to shatter walls, didn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes!

"Have you had enough fun?"

The security guard yawned, seemingly getting impatient.

"Lie down when you've had enough fun."

Before he could finish speaking...

Without warning, the security guard raised his right leg.

There was no power buildup.

There was no warning.

A simple, direct, and even somewhat perfunctory front kick.

But in Michael Chen's eyes, this kick was so fast that it transcended the concept of time.

He didn't have time to parry, or even to feel fear.

The foot, clad in a cheap training shoe, was already imprinted on his chest.

"boom--!!!"

A deep, muffled bang exploded in the silent night sky.

Michael Chen didn't feel like he'd been kicked.

Instead, it was struck head-on by a high-speed train traveling at full speed!

The Kevlar bulletproof plate on his chest shattered instantly.

Next came the ribs, which broke off one after another, with the broken bone fragments digging deep into the lungs.

He flew out like a rag doll.

The wind whistled in my ears.

He drew a parabola in the air that was more than ten meters long.

"Snap!"

The first pine tree, as thick as a bowl, was snapped in half by the impact.

"Snap!"

The second one.

"Bang!"

It wasn't until he hit the trunk of the third tree that he slowly slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

"puff--"

Michael Chen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The excruciating pain only reached his brain at this moment, almost causing him to faint.

But he did not faint.

The immense shock and fear forced him to maintain his last shred of clarity.

He struggled to lift his head and looked at the figure slowly walking towards him in the distance.

Under the moonlight, the other person's shadow was stretched very long, like an insurmountable mountain.

"This...this is...a security guard?"

Michael Chen's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with a deep skepticism about the world.

The CIA has never said that Chinese security guards can fly!

There was no claim that Chinese security guards could kick out the power of a cannonball!

The young security guard walked up to him, squatted down, and reached out to pat Michael Chen's face, which was contorted with pain.

"Dude, remember to use the front door next time."

"Even though you can't get in through the main gate."

After speaking, the security guard stood up and pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Falcon Report."

"We caught a little mouse; it looks like a foreign breed."

"Yeah, his equipment is pretty flashy, but he's not very durable. I used 90% of my strength, and I still almost killed him."

Upon hearing this, Michael Chen rolled his eyes and completely fainted.