However, this was a secret base after all, and a very professional military base.
He was not surprised at all, so the possibility of taking them all was not high.
As long as there was a critical situation in the base's safety regulations, the possibility of the base self-destructing was extremely high.
There should be more than one monitoring room for security measures. Regular reporting of safety was a basic rule. It should be impossible to fool the guards inside.
Luke couldn't help but scratch his head. There were too few trustworthy teammates.
In such a situation, numbers were the best solution.
If he had more than five powerful teammates, he had an eighty percent chance of taking down the base unscathed.
If there were ten teammates, there was at least a 90% chance of success.
However, the premise was that these teammates had to be reliable. Not only their combat power was reliable, but their character was also reliable.
Otherwise, if he got cold feet or hesitated for a moment, there was a possibility that he would lose everything.
Therefore, teammates were not something that could be easily found. A stupid teammate could even cause God to die.
After all the alterations, the sky finally turned completely dark.
Luke touched the entrance that he had confirmed.
It was a dam at the mouth of Lake Alkali. Near the shore was a small road that led to a large iron gate at the other end of the dam.
In the past hour, no one had entered or exited this place, but from the analysis of the road and the surrounding situation, there were vehicles frequently entering and exiting the large iron gate.
As long as they moved, they would eventually leave behind traces.
No matter what, a base couldn't be completely hidden. At the very least, daily food and supplies couldn't be lacking.
For example, Luke didn't believe that the people here didn't use toilet paper, unless the guards were all Indians … Hm, pure Indians.
The area within a hundred-meter radius of the iron gate had been cleared. Luke didn't want to take any risks, and could only observe from a hundred meters away.
The many surveillance cameras around the iron gate, as well as the smell of vehicles, supplies, and people, once again proved his speculation.
Luke was in no hurry to act.
As he experienced more and more things, his mentality became more and more stable.
In the past, he had always felt a sense of urgency when he was farming points. Now that he thought about it, it was actually impatience that was wrong.
The experience and credit points were right there, and he wouldn't be able to earn them even if he was anxious. Instead, innocent people might die, and he didn't like that outcome.
There was no light at the iron gate. Only the red dots on the surveillance cameras proved that the entrance was under strict surveillance.
The terrain of the dam did not allow for more entrances and exits.
Other than this large door, there was only a small door on the other side.
But Luke wasn't going to choose that side.
There would definitely be more monitoring equipment in the small door, so there was more room for maneuver through the main entrance.
Suddenly, Luke perked up and quietly retreated.
The drone in the sky suddenly sent a message. There was a car coming towards the dam.
Driving to the wilderness of Canada in the middle of the night was definitely not for a ride.
The two black SUVs guarding a large box truck didn't look like they were here to deliver daily necessities.
Luke, who was invisible, scuttled to the bottom of the truck from the side of the road and attached his hands and feet to the chassis. With a few steps, he reached a suitable position under the front of the truck.
A thin line extended from the armor's palm into the gap under the hood of the car. It quickly found the data cable and quickly entered a series of codes.
Luke jumped out from the side of the truck and landed lightly on the grass next to the road.
It took him less than 20 seconds to climb into the bottom of the truck and get out.
The truck continued to move steadily until it was within a hundred meters of the iron gate. Luke then activated a small program that he had just installed in the vehicle's driving system.
Suddenly, the truck didn't turn or brake at a small downhill bend. It charged straight off the road into the weeds on the side of the road.
A few seconds later, the truck finally stopped in a slightly sunken mud pit.
The two SUVs reacted quickly and braked almost immediately. A total of eight people got out, all wearing black combat uniforms and full equipment that Luke was very familiar with.
In fact, Luke had already heard the other party's warning and request for help in his earpiece.
He still didn't take action. He returned to the grove and watched everything silently.
Eight soldiers were guarding the truck. One of them muttered to the truck driver for several minutes, before he finally had no choice but to ask for help. "Eagle's Nest, the delivery truck is out of order and can't start. Please send another vehicle to transfer the package."
Five minutes after the call, a truck similar to the one in the mud pit drove out of the open iron gate and drove over.
More than ten combat personnel were dispatched along with him.
After they met up with the eight soldiers from before, they opened the back door of the truck in the mud pit and carried out the brackets.
On each bracket was a person with a superpower whose limbs, neck, chest, and abdomen were all bound, and all of them were unconscious.
In less than ten minutes, the six people on the big truck were transferred to the new big truck.
Closing the back door of the truck, the guard at the front gestured to the driver to hurry up and drive into the base. The others remained on high alert.
At that moment, in a bungalow in Washington, a white man in his forties in a casual jacket paced back and forth in the living room with a phone in his hand. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure it's just a car malfunction?"
On the phone screen, a woman in a black leather jacket said, "Yes. The same thing happened to this Mercedes-Benz at the end of last year."
The middle-aged man was stunned. "Really? Why didn't I know about it? "
The woman in the leather jacket said, "Because the car had a problem in the base's garage. After that, the customer service said that the car's smart suspension control system needed to be updated."
The middle-aged man asked, "And then?"
The woman in the leather jacket said, "The logistics department sent the truck to update the program."
The middle-aged man waited for a few seconds. "That's it?"
The woman in the leather jacket said, "They said there was no oil leakage. At most, they would send the car for two more maintenance."
The middle-aged man had an ugly expression on his face. "Damn capitalists. Such an expensive car has a problem. They really should be sent in as experiment subjects."
That being said, he knew very well in his heart.
If he really pissed off the other party, he would most likely be sent to the operating table as an experiment subject.
This was the power of money and power. All of his power came from the big shots who had these two powers.
The big shots could give him power, but they could also take it back.
Although the big shots behind him weren't from Mercedes-Benz, in the exchange of interests, taking care of him would at most be a bonus.
Thinking of this, he felt even more depressed.
Not long ago, he received a call from the person above, indicating that a "colleague" in Team B was doing a good job. The middle-aged man knew what this meant.
The higher-ups were a little dissatisfied with the resources he had spent and the results he had achieved.
If it weren't for the fact that the guy in Team B's research direction was a little off and didn't meet the needs of the big shots, this Team A project wouldn't have anything to do with him.
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