Chapter 4312
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At the same time, the illegal militants realized that all their walkie-talkies had lost their functions. They tried to contact the people below, but the walkie-talkies were silent. There wasn't even the slightest buzzing sound.
Something's wrong. Something must have happened down there!
They all knew that something had happened down there, but they had no way to go down. The hatch that required a password to enter was blocking their way. They knew that something had happened down there, but there was nothing they could do.
Z7 put away all his equipment and quickly approached his comrades. They retreated from the drain and left from the end of the port, avoiding Klo Caesardin's important sentries until they left the port.
The waves were very big. Xia Jinyuan's injured arm was immediately irritated by the seawater as he jumped down from the drain. He couldn't help but purse his thin lips. How could the wound not hurt when salt was poured on it?
The pain would only last for a while. The codename "Operation Sandstorm" was successfully completed. No comrades were sacrificed.
The endless darkness swallowed up a dozen figures. The intertwining wind and rain covered the sound of clapping. Footprints were left on the beach. The footprints left behind by the waves disappeared without a trace.
Kulow Caesardin, one of the leaders of the illegal organization that had been captured by the Libyan government forces for more than ten years, was now lying less than a meter away from the spit. Blood dripped out of the spit one drop after another, dripping into the surging sea current.
Inside the abandoned cargo ship, the hatch that was installed with a password was shot by bullets. There were countless densely packed holes on it, but the hatch was still tightly shut. There was no way to break it open.
The illegal militants outside were already searching everywhere. They chased and ran in the rain. When the power supply was destroyed, they used strong flashlights to illuminate the area. In the end, other than finding countless of their comrades who had been killed, they didn't find anything else.
They looked up at the sea and around the port. It was pitch black everywhere. Other than the sound of the wind, rain, and waves, they couldn't even hear the roars of their own people.
After an unknown period of time, the damaged backup power supply was finally fixed. The technicians hired by Klo Caesardin to oversee the abandoned ship were finally able to restart the computer. However, they found that all the data in the bottom cabin had been destroyed. There was no way for them to know what had happened in the bottom cabin through the database.
Looking at their firewall, they knew that it had been breached. The other party had erased all traces before leaving, so there was no way for them to capture the data and find out who had hacked the database.
At 11 p.m. local time in Libya, the technicians, who had spent more than two hours, finally managed to decipher the four passwords of the door. The moment the hatch was opened, the smell of blood rushed out. Blood flowed like a river inside, countless illegal militants on the ground, as if they had been killed by a monster under the sea. Not a single one was left.
They found Klo Caesardin Libya. Klo Caesardin's brother, the leader of the illegal militants..... Klo Caesardin's brother, who was Caesardin Caesardin's....... Klo Caesardin Caesardin Libya...............
......... com............. com.... cked.............................
. "." The muscles are strong enough. You're lucky that you didn't injure your nerves. "
K7, who had picked out the bullet, said calmly. Faced with the bloody wound, he didn't even raise his eyebrows. From the beginning of the debridement to the end of the suture, everything was done in one go.
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