After the alarm sounded in the camp, more military vehicles drove around the headquarters, and some drove out of the camp, probably to pursue the two Indian suspects. However, although there were many vehicles, it was not as orderly and chaotic as before, which gave Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong the possibility to fish in troubled waters.
To enter the command building of the Eighth Regiment, two things were needed:
Identification! Fingerprint scan!
Only when the identification and fingerprints matched could they enter the gate of the command building.
If Wei Han were to make a move, Qin Lang could easily steal an identification, but without fingerprints, it would be useless.
"Damn, it seems that I can only wait for Ye Bingcheng, the old guy, to come out. Damn, he won't hide in there forever, right? "Ma Zhenyong cursed in a low voice. He felt that tonight's operation was not going well at all.
"F * ck! Are you going to let us eat? This motherf * cking Indian spy is making us unable to even eat dinner! " While Ma Zhenyong was cursing, some of the soldiers in the Eighth Regiment's camp were also cursing. This group of soldiers might have been taking turns to stand guard, so it was their turn to eat dinner. However, as soon as they had their dinner, the alarm went off. Therefore, these people could only rush over with steamed buns in their hands and jog towards a military vehicle.
"There's a chance!" An idea suddenly came to Qin Lang's mind, and then he blew the bug flute in a very low and almost imperceptible voice.
Ma Zhenyong couldn't figure out what Qin Lang was doing, but because he had seen Qin Lang's bizarre means, Ma Zhenyong could only hope that Qin Lang could continue to create miracles.
And Qin Lang did it. In an instant, they were summoned by the bug flute, and a group of bats suddenly rushed toward the soldiers who were eating steamed buns. The sudden "attack" made the soldiers not care about eating steamed buns, and they quickly threw away the steamed buns in their hands to drive away these damn bats. However, these soldiers did not notice that when the bats "attacked," the passes of three of the soldiers had been stolen by Wei Han.
Although Wei Han wasn't a professional thief, with his skills and nimble fingers that controlled concealed weapons, he could be faster and stealthier than any other thief.
Three passes were easily obtained!
The soldiers climbed onto the military vehicle full of confidence, not noticing that their passes had been stolen.
"We have the documents. What about the fingerprints?" Ma Zhenyong admired Qin Lang's methods, but he didn't know how Qin Lang could "steal" the fingerprints of the three people without anyone noticing.
"The fingerprint is here." Qin Lang pointed at the steamed bun on the ground. He picked up one of the steamed bun and took out a small bottle from his bag. He then sprayed a little of the liquid on the steamed bun. Soon, a few clear black fingerprints appeared on the steamed bun.
Of course, Ma Zhenyong knew that these fingerprints were left by the soldiers just now. After all, many people would pinch some fingerprints on the skin of the steamed bun when they held the steamed bun with their hands. However, Qin Lang easily made these fingerprints very obvious. It almost felt like magic.
However, Ma Zhenyong saw the real "magic" next. Qin Lang threw the steamed bun with fingerprints to Wei Han. With a flash of the knife in Wei Han's palm, he immediately "peeled" the half steamed bun, leaving only a piece of steamed bun skin. Even the cosmetic surgeon who was best at skin grafting was probably not worth mentioning compared to Wei Han.
The knife in his hand fell, and the "skin" of the three steamed buns was peeled off by Wei Han. Then, Qin Lang, Ma Zhenyong, and Wei Han each stuck a steamed bun skin on their palms. Then, they took their IDs and strode to the command building of the Eighth Regiment.
Because of the alarm in the camp, there were many people going in and out of the command building. Although the IDs would still be checked, the strength of the individual checks would definitely be weakened.
Beep!
Qin Lang handed over his ID and scanned the fingerprint on his palm. Sure enough, he easily passed the inspection.
Ma Zhenyong and Wei Han also successfully passed the gate guard and entered the hall of the command building.
However, this was only the first step of the plan. Their goal was to capture Ye Bingcheng, but they didn't even know where Ye Bingcheng was.
"Follow that lieutenant colonel!" Ma Zhenyong didn't hesitate at this critical moment. His brain worked very fast. He recognized that the lieutenant colonel with a beer belly who had just entered the command center was Yao Xianghua, the regiment commander of the Eighth Regiment. Looking at Yao Xianghua's nervous and anxious expression, he knew that this guy must have something to report, and the person he was reporting to was undoubtedly Ye Bingcheng.
Qin Lang immediately understood the situation, and the three of them followed Yao Xianghua into the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the 11th floor of the command building.
Yao Xianghua walked towards the office at the end.
At this time, Qin Lang and the other two did not immediately follow him because the corridor was full of armed soldiers, and the security here was tight.
Qin Lang had to confirm that Ye Bingcheng was here before he could make his move.
Yao Xianghua went to the door of the office at the end and waited at the door for a while before entering.
With Yao Xianghua's position in the Eighth Regiment, the only person who could make him wait at the door was undoubtedly Ye Bingcheng.
Ma Zhenyong noticed this, so he nodded to Qin Lang, reminding Qin Lang that Ye Bingcheng should be there.
Qin Lang also nodded because the moment the office door opened, Qin Lang heard a voice saying 'come in' from inside. This voice was Ye Bingcheng's voice. Qin Lang had already heard Ye Bingcheng's voice at the 84th Regiment's command center before, and he would never forget it.
"Do it!" Qin Lang ordered Wei Han.
There were a total of fourteen soldiers in the corridor. These soldiers were definitely well-trained elite soldiers, but for Wei Han, he could deal with them with a wave of his hand. In fact, these people didn't even see Wei Han's movements before they were hit by flying needles, and their bodies were quickly paralyzed.
Just now, Ma Zhenyong held the gun in his hand that was loaded with paralysis bullets, but he obviously didn't have the chance to make a move.
However, the corridor here was equipped with surveillance cameras. Although the surveillance cameras had been destroyed by Qin Lang, the people in the surveillance room would definitely notice the problem very soon, so there wasn't much time left for Qin Lang and the others to act.
Bang!
Wei Han kicked the door of Ye Bingcheng's room, sending it flying.
Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong followed closely behind.
But the moment the three of them entered the room, many red dots appeared on their bodies, which meant that they had been targeted by many guns at the same time.
In the room, there was even a team of guards lying in ambush.
Although the three of them were wearing bulletproof vests, everyone knew that bulletproof vests weren't omnipotent, especially bulletproof vests couldn't stop the enemy from blowing up their heads.
"You three idiots, Luo Haichuan sent you here to die!"
In the room, a middle-aged officer glanced at Qin Lang and the others with disdain. "Luo Haichuan actually wanted to execute a decapitation operation on me. He's too inexperienced! I can be the boss of the 84th Regiment, so of course, I have some trump cards! The three of you, do you think I dare not kill you? If you die here tonight, it will all be the work of the spy! "
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