Chapter 39: Revenge is inevitable

  Black City, Defender's Base.

  The base chosen by the Guardians is very particular, with a large number of building facilities and passageway facilities that are convenient for tactical movements, as well as sewer facilities.

  I don't understand why they built a sewer system in such an arid region, but it brought convenience to Zhao Ziyang.

  Cutting through the steel mesh of the sewer, Zhao Ziyang silently infiltrated the Guardian's base, wading through a pool of stagnant water and crouching under a small bridge. The small bridge above his head connected to a house in the south. Inside the house were mercenary guards of the Guardian, this room should be one of the Guardian's sentry points.

  The satellite receiver is located in the southwest corner of the base, and Zhao Ziyang's position is at its opposite northeast corner. According to the map provided by the Earl, the location of the satellite receiver is designated as point A, and the southeast is designated as point B. What Zhao Ziyang needs to do is to quietly pass through point B, then turn westward, enter the range of point A, and carry out an explosion on the satellite receiver.

  Thirty kilograms of C4 was carried on Zhao Ziyang's back, he wanted to carry out a terrorist bombing attack and blow the defender's base to smithereens.

  With the help of nightfall, Zhao Ziyang crawled out from under the bridge and slowly moved through the water pool, crouching on the steps leading to the upper sentry post, narrowing his eyes to observe the situation inside the house through a narrow angle.

  A mercenary guard leaned against a wooden crate inside the house, smoking a cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette tip was visible in the darkness, flickering on and off. This wasn't an important location, just a routine sentry post.

  Gently pulling his feet out of the water, Zhao Ziyang waited until all the water had seeped out before slowly moving up along the wall. As he approached the house, Zhao Ziyang held his breath and quietly pulled out the Nepalese military knife from his waist, waiting silently.

  This sentry point necessarily bears the vigilance situation on both sides of the house. At regular intervals, the sentry will come out to observe and then go back into the house. According to the division of sentry posts, this should be a form of covert sentry, but it is not standard.

  In the quiet darkness, Zhao Ziyang clearly heard the sound of "pa pa pa" coming from inside the house, and a wisp of smoke drifted out from inside.

  This is an old smoker who has already smoked three or four cigarettes in a short time.

  "Tsks..." The sound of smacking lips came out, the sentry stretched his waist with satisfaction, put the cigarette in his breast pocket and walked towards the small bridge.

  People who have quit smoking are generally restless, especially on dry shifts, and always want to take a walk.

  The sentry did not see Zhao Zi-yang hiding on one side, and he walked forward with his rifle at the ready.

  A black Nepalese military knife with no gleam rose from behind him, Zhao Ziyang kept pace with his footsteps and slowly placed the knife in front of his neck.

  A chill ran down the sentinel's neck, and he felt gooseflesh rise on his nape.

  The sentry's head jerked down in surprise, and he saw the Nepalese khukuri already resting on his neck. A terrified glint flashed from his eyes for an instant before he could react, a large hand clamped over his mouth from behind, and then a cold sensation swept across his neck as he watched his own blood spurt out of his throat.

  Lisu killed the sentinel and Zhao Ziyang dragged him under the small bridge, took off his clothes and put them on himself, then entered the hut.

  After entering the hut, Zhao Ziyang immediately observed the opposite side and saw that there was a small courtyard to the south of the hut. Directly in front of it stood a water tower, with a road extending westward from the center of the courtyard. Beside the water tower, the figure of a sentry was swaying back and forth. Judging by his gait, this sentry was obviously extremely fatigued.

  Zhao Ziyang chose a time around 2 am, when the human body's physiological functions are at their lowest, people who sleep will enter deep sleep, and those who don't sleep will be fighting off intense drowsiness.

  With a "click", Zhao Ziyang pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, standing in front of the door with an air of importance, puffing away as he stared at the sentry beside the water tower.

  The sentry beside the water tower glanced over here twice and continued to pace back and forth, already accustomed to this kind of situation.

  After smoking two cigarettes and getting a whiff of smoke on his body, Zhao Ziyang walked towards the sentry with his gun in hand. The lowered brim of his hat covered his face completely, only his narrowed eyes gleaming as he stared at the sentry's movements.

  The distance between them was getting closer and closer, and that sentry also stopped in his tracks, looking at Zhao Ziyang.

  "Have you finished smoking again?" The sentry's voice was heard, and he said with a tone of great helplessness: "Let you smoke less, sooner or later you will die from cigarettes."

  Zhao Ziyang didn't say a word, but quickened his pace.

  "Look at you getting all worked up, haha...". The sentry burst out laughing, completely unaware that the person in the darkness was no longer his comrade.

  "Huh? Why is there a smell of blood?" The sentry suddenly furrowed his brow, took a deep sniff, and a hint of unease flashed in his eyes.

  A sharp gust of wind suddenly arose, and a streak of black light flashed across his throat.

  "Hmm..." The sentinel's mouth was covered by Zhao Ziyang, and he gently laid him on the ground, watching as he stared at his terrified eyes in death.

  He took out a pack of explosives and set them up, setting the timer to five minutes. He then stuck close to the wall and made his way towards point A.

  This is a corridor leading directly to point A, with wooden boxes neatly arranged along the way. With the help of these wooden boxes, Zhao Ziyang slipped in like a fish and walked to the end of the corridor outside the house.

  There was another sentry inside, and from his long, slow breathing it was evident that he was a trained sniper.

  The map shows that the window of this house is directly opposite to the satellite receiver, which is a fairly important sentry point. Through this window, comprehensive control can be exercised over the satellite receiver.

  The satellite receiver in Black Town is not only used by the defenders, but also a must-have for the US military in the southernmost part of the desert. Without this satellite receiver, their operations in the deserts of southern Afghanistan would immediately fall into a blind zone, no different from being blind.

  As for this satellite receiver, it was guarded by the Defender and has always been an important military target.

  "Hey, got any cigarettes?" Zhao Ziyang, who had just walked over, didn't even stop for a moment and directly asked the other person for cigarettes.

  He feared that the smell of blood on his body would be transmitted to the other's nose, and it is worth noting that a sniper's nose is no less than that of a military dog, especially mercenaries, who are extremely sensitive to the taste of human blood.

  The sniper tensed up and turned his gun towards Zhao Ziyang in an instant, only to see a pistol equipped with a silencer pointed at his own head.

  With a "poof" sound, blood splattered everywhere, and the bullet went through the sniper's head.

  At the same time, Zhao Ziyang swiftly pounced forward, his left hand using the body of the fallen sniper as cover, while his right hand took over the opponent's sniper rifle, causing him to fall silently to the ground.

  Zhao Ziyang, who had just taken out the sniper, immediately stood by the window and assumed a sniper's posture to observe the scene outside. With the help of the night vision scope on his sniper rifle, he saw three sentries appear in the emerald green image.

  Two of the three sentries stood guard on either side of the satellite receiver, while the third was positioned farther away. Below the window was an abandoned medium-sized bus, which provided Zhao Ziyang with the best tactical cover.

  In a flash, Zhao Ziyang took advantage of the two sentries turning their heads to jump out of the window. With his feet landing on the ground for an instant, he rolled forward along the narrow path formed by the car and the wall, curling up in the corner of the wall.

  The top is a satellite receiver, which is also the patrol area of the sentry.

  Zhao Ziyang stuck his body tightly to the corner of the wall, looked up and saw the guard's half-body moving towards him above his head, with the sound of boots hitting the concrete pedestal ringing in his ears.

  The sentry who walked to the edge of the wall corner paused for a moment, and then went back along the way he came. Another sentry did the opposite with him, that is, when patrolling, they faced each other, so that they could observe the situation behind each other's back.

  But there is a fatal flaw in this way of patrolling, that is, when they walk to the central position, they will turn around, and when they turn their backs, they are back to back, and no one can see behind them.

  In general, sentries usually move in this way because they move a short distance, even if they walk away from each other back to back, the central position will not have any problem.

  He took a glance at the sentry in the distance and figured out his route, mentally calculating the most opportune moment to launch a surprise attack.

  The sentry at a distance is patrolling from north to south, and will make an effort to enter the blind spot on the south side for about ten seconds. There is another observation patrol location on the south side that takes five seconds to walk past and five seconds to return.

  He needs to calculate the opportunity for the two sentries on his head to walk face-to-face to the center point within these ten seconds of blind spot time.

  This requires tedious calculations, and as an excellent special soldier, the advantage is computing power.

  Seven minutes, seven minutes later will enter the best opportunity, according to the pace of the three sentinels to infer that seven minutes later the third sentinel enters the blind spot at the moment, the two sentinels on the head will complete the convergence of the central point and then turn around to stroll in both directions.

  However, Zhao Zi didn't have seven minutes to wait. The explosives he set up in the water tower were only five minutes long. After taking out the sniper from the water tower and entering the room, plus his own time spent at the corner of the wall, he was left with only three and a half minutes.

  Sneak into the base alone and complete the demolition mission without any delay, or else things will change.

  He opened his backpack, and under the eyes of the sentry, Zhao Ziyang pulled out a 10-kilogram C4 explosive, set to detonate in one minute. Two minutes later, the rear satellite receiver exploded, three and a half minutes later the water tower exploded, these times were enough for him to return to the sewer from here, finally exploding the sewer, escaping smoothly.

  This is an absolutely bold and meticulous task, with a requirement for timing that is more precise than any other task, and there can be no deviation, otherwise you may not even be able to escape yourself.

  As he watched the timer display forty seconds remaining, Zhao Ziyang suddenly darted out from the corner of the wall, raised his gun and fired at the two sentries.

  "Pffft! Pffft!"

  The two sentries who were suddenly attacked didn't even have time to react, their heads were pierced by bullets and their bodies fell from the high platform.

  Thirty-five seconds!

  "With a shout, Zhao Ziyang threw the explosives under the satellite receiver and pulled out a grenade to throw at the sentry who had discovered something was amiss on this side."

  Thirty seconds left, retreat!

  Zhao Ziyang immediately retreated along the original route.

  "Boom!" The grenade exploded and the sentry fell to one side, dodging the shrapnel produced by the explosion.

  "Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven..." Zhao Ziyang, who had returned to the house, picked up his sniper rifle and aimed at the western direction where he heard the sound of footsteps from the approaching security guards. He was silently counting down in his mind.

  Thirty seconds is still a long time, and the time limit creates a dynamic and explosive task that requires him to guard the timed bomb. When he guards until the countdown reaches seven seconds, he can retreat. Seven seconds are not enough to dismantle it, and seven seconds is the shortest time limit for him to leave the explosion center.

  "Bang!" A sniper rifle sounded in his hand, and a bullet head was used to snipe the running defender mercenary.

  One of the sprinting vanguard mercenaries was like being hit by an iron hammer, his body flying backwards in an instant.

  Twenty seconds!

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three consecutive sniper shots blocked the defender's footsteps.

  Fifteen seconds!

  "Bang!" Zhao Ziyang sniped another defender once again.

  The ambushed defender mercenary suddenly moved north quickly, entering Zhao Ziyang's sniper blind spot.

  Fourteen seconds, thirteen seconds, twelve seconds...

  Zhao Ziyang calmly locked onto the satellite receiver with his sniper rifle, aiming at a figure that had sneaked up quietly.

  Bang!

  A mercenary intent on secretly finding explosives was penetrated through the brain, and a burst of blood flowers and brains splashed out in the sniper scope.

  Ten, nine, eight, retreat!

  Zhao Ziyang turned around and rushed backwards, wanting to pull out the explosion center point within seven seconds. As he passed by the water tower next to the sentry's corpse, he quickly picked up the rifle under the opponent's feet and suddenly pounced forward, prone on the ground.

  A massive, earth-shaking roar echoed through, the explosives detonating successfully.

  "Rumble!"

  A blast of fire shot up into the sky, and the satellite receiver was reduced to rubble in the explosion. At the same time, all the windows on the premises shattered with a loud crash, and under the intense force of 10 kilograms of C4, the glass burst outward in a compressed explosion, sending shards flying out violently.

  The building began to emit a trembling moan, and the people inside could clearly feel the building swaying.

  "With a loud 'hiss', a fierce wave of heat rose from the center of the explosion, rolling fiercely in all directions, making it hard to breathe."

  Zhao Ziyang, who was lying on the ground, was scorched by this violent heat wave and tightly covered his mouth and nose, trying to stick close to the ground.

  As the heat wave rolled over, a dark red flame slowly rose, illuminating the dark sky and forming a small mushroom cloud.

  Apart from the splashing debris, the entire site fell into silence after the explosion.

  But the silence was only temporary, and from a distance came the mercenaries' roar, rushing towards point B where Zhao Ziyang was located.

  Zhao Ziyang, who had crawled up from the ground, scurried away in the direction of the sewer he came from, with his rifle at the ready. He knew that the security guards' mercenaries were surrounding him from another road and it was time for a head-on battle!