While on the aircraft, Silin had seen the scene below on the display screen. There were many mutated black mice crawling on the surface of the base, and more were crawling out of the base one after another. These black mice came in all shapes and sizes; the smallest was only about twenty centimeters long, while the bigger ones were more than a meter long, not including the length of their tails.
After approaching the center of the base, the aircraft slowly descended. The black mice below weren't afraid of the arrival of the aircraft, but instead became even more excited, as if they had seen food.
Since there were many places in the base that couldn't be detected by the detectors, they couldn't predict how many black mice there were below. However, looking down from the aircraft, all they could see were dense black dots.
In just half a year, a single mouse had grown into such a large number. It was clear that the speed of their reproduction wasn't something normal mice could compare to.
"The base's isolation layer has been activated. We can begin operation. Over. "
"Roger. Over. "Shute, the captain of the Seventh Squad, switched the number on his communicator." All squads, get ready! Ten second countdown for the infrasonic weapon begins. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 — fire! "
The sound waves that human ears couldn't hear were emitted from the aircraft, and the originally excited and lively mutated black mice suddenly became restless. The faster ones had already begun to flee, while the slower ones were becoming slower and slower.
This was an infrasonic weapon made according to the natural frequency of the black mouse's internal organs provided by the research base. Although it was effective, it wasn't as good as expected. However, at least it was effective.
After the infrasonic attack stopped, the number of black mice around the center of the base had decreased significantly. The mutated black mice that remained there were still a little sluggish, and their consciousness was hazy.
Taking advantage of this gap, ropes were lowered from the aircraft parked at low altitudes. Operatives wearing combat uniforms and carrying guns followed the ropes and landed on the ground. The ten members of the team quickly formed a formation and began to deal with the target as they advanced forward.
The flying bullets pierced through the air at high speed and exploded inside the mutated black mouse's body, blasting its internal organs to pieces. A large hole appeared on the half-meter long mutated black mouse's body, and it fell to the ground dead without even twitching. Its black fur and red blood began to dehydrate under the effects of the drugs carried by the bullets. In less than a minute, the entire mutated black mouse had turned into a pile of powder.
Silin had been assigned to Shute's squad, the captain of the Seventh Squad, probably to take care of him as a student. However, a warrior was not a babysitter. Shute did not expect Silin to achieve anything, but at least he had to have the ability to protect himself.
In the ten-man formation, Silin was in a relatively safe position. He was the backup support, but it didn't take long for the others to realize that this teenage student was definitely a ruthless one.
Silin's firing speed was very fast. By the time the others had fired their first two shots, Silin had already fired his third shot. Moreover, he had fired all three shots consecutively, and all of them had hit their targets. Most importantly, the black mice that he had killed were all relatively large and fast mutated black mice. This was enough to raise eyebrows.
In the time it took for a squad member to reload, Silin had practically taken over all the firepower support and support from the other squad members. The squad members didn't even notice when Silin had reloaded. They only heard the continuous gunshots. With this kind of firing speed, not to mention the endurance of the body, they didn't even have the time to aim, right?
Since a student could perform as well as a warrior, Silin was quickly accepted by the squad. The others also began to relax and focus on their own attacks. With their comrades behind them and this very capable kid, they didn't have to worry about anything.
At the space station outside the asteroid, a man wearing a military uniform with a lieutenant general epaulette stood in the command room and watched the 'cleanup' of the base displayed on the screen.
He was sent here by Marshal Feigler, and he had even received a communication from a certain political figure in the League of Stars before he departed. It could be said that he was' shouldering a heavy responsibility ', and both Knight and Pride's squads had been specially assigned personnel to ensure the safety of the two young masters. This could be considered a special privilege, and he wouldn't say it even if he had any thoughts. That being said, the trip this time could be considered fruitful. The other three students Huo Neil mentioned had performed pretty well, especially that kid named Cillin. He wasn't any worse than the few influential figures in Sector C's military academies. At the moment, the lieutenant general didn't seem to notice much change in Silin's emotions. He cooperated well enough, was calm enough, decisive enough, and accurate enough!
Looking at the screen, the lieutenant general wondered if he could recruit this kid into his unit after this operation. It would be a waste of talent to leave him in Seven Lights.
As they continued to advance and entered the interior of the base, their movements were slightly obstructed. The cables were damaged, the generators were nowhere to be found, the energy system was malfunctioning, the energy box was unusable, and the places without windows were pitch black. Moreover, there were many places in the base's internal laboratories that were resistant to infrared and X-ray detection. In order to ensure that every laboratory was "cleaned up", the operatives would throw powerful grenades, rodent repellent bombs, and other things into the laboratories to force the black mice out, and every single one of them would jump out.
As the cleanup progressed, the black mice seemed to have sensed the threat from the base and escaped. This was just what everyone wanted.
If they could drive these mutated black mice out of the base and into the open space outside the base, then the armed spaceplanes in the air could use their high energy weapons to clean them up on a large scale. This was because the base they had built with great difficulty must not be destroyed by high energy weapons unless it was absolutely necessary.
Occasionally, a few caves could be seen inside the base. Those mutated black mice were attacking the base from underground. A lot of robots had been sent to scout the area and spray chemicals at the same time to force the mutated black mice out of the ground. After this battle, they believed that the underground construction of the base would advance one step further.
After a period of time, the number of black mice inside the base had decreased by a lot. Everywhere the operation squad passed by was covered in gray powder. That was the mutated black mice that had been killed by bullets and turned into powder by the drugs.
Silin's senses were very strong. He could sense the three mutated black mice behind the experiment table even without looking. The moment they popped their heads out, the bullets that came flying at them would blow off their heads directly.
Perhaps it would be difficult for other operatives to see in such a dark environment, but not Cillin. There were a few times when Cillin had fired his gun before his squad members could even react, and the sound of the bullets hitting the black mice echoed with the gunshot.
After he finished inspecting the abnormal life forms in this area, Shute smiled and said, "Done."
"Captain, this is already the edge of the base, isn't it?" A squad member asked. Although Shute was also the leader of this squad, the squad members were still used to calling him captain.
"Mm, almost there. We've already started cleaning up the high energy weapons outside the base. The rest should be easier." Shute's tone was relatively relaxed. He looked at Silin, who was repairing the circuit board of an instrument, and said, "Silin is pretty good."
"Yeah, we're all a little ashamed of ourselves," a squad member said with a smile.
Silin didn't say anything and focused on the work at hand.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. According to his predictions, those black mice shouldn't just be like this.
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