Forty minutes ago, inside Building No. 36 in Latitude 2 District, there was an interstellar communication. This time, the communication seemed very ordinary, but it used the military's internal signal, so the civilian communication system could not detect it at all, let alone eavesdrop.
There was an abandoned warehouse beside Sunset State's Route 4. The basement of the warehouse was actually a relay analysis station of Cillin's military. The relay analysis station captured these fragments of information and then encrypted them with a shell. These fragments were then added with a military secret rune string and launched out of the atmosphere. Through the federal military signal relay station, they entered the interstellar communication system.
This was a routine process. The seemingly complicated system reaction happened in a very short period of 0.001 seconds. All of it was completed by the automatic equipment underground, and it did not attract anyone's attention. Naturally, no one noticed. A second lieutenant in Room C2 of the analysis station had sweat dripping down his eyebrows. He took off the headphones on his head, coughed twice, and gently pressed a button.
So a simple, clear, and complete information report quietly left the analysis station and passed through a hidden backup channel into a closed room in the Changfeng military base.
In the room, an engineer in a white uniform licked his lips, shook his head, and encrypted the information algorithm. Then it was sent out through the common channel between the military aviation command system and the civil aviation system.
Countless warships and civilian spaceships were taking off and landing on Cillin's main planet every day. The security level of the common channel between the two systems wasn't high, and the redundant information was complicated. This information disguised as a redundant signal easily passed through the system's filter and entered the internal pipelines of Sunset State's civilian spaceport like spider silk.
In the washroom on the far right of the arrival area of the Sunset State Airport, behind the partition, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man sat silently on the toilet bowl and stared at the holographic screen on the miniature workbench in front of him. After seeing the display on the holographic screen, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The information had been obtained. The middle-aged man didn't hesitate to pull out the data cable connected to the pipeline behind him and pressed the flush button.
In a brief flush sound, he cleaned up all the traces in the washroom, put on the windbreaker hanging on the wall, and walked out with a blank expression.
In the magnificent lobby of the arrival area of the airport, a traveler in a plaid shirt was chatting with a waitress in a blue dress.
"We're at war now, so there are very few tour groups coming from S1." The waitress smiled and said, "You're a freelancer. It's not that easy to find a discount hotel."
The traveler in the checkered shirt was about to say something when he noticed a middle-aged man in a gray windbreaker walking out from the corner of his eye. The two of them did not speak, but the traveler understood in his heart. He smiled and said goodbye to the waitress, and followed the man out of the restaurant.
The middle-aged man in the trench coat waited for about ten seconds at the luggage arrival area. A staff member with a hat pulled down very low handed over a box with a standard luggage tag stuck on it.
The middle-aged man carried the suitcase to the waiting area of the airport bus. He glanced at the luggage tag. The date on the tag was today, but he knew that the suitcase had been waiting for him at the airport for many days. In fact, he had also been waiting for many days in this city.
When the bus arrived, he casually threw the suitcase into the luggage compartment below the bus and sat in the front row. The traveler in the floral shirt sat in the back row far away.
Five minutes later, the middle-aged man in the trench coat got off the bus, took the suitcase, and got into an ordinary car. However, there was a special pass that was very difficult to obtain on the windshield of the car.
A few hundred meters later, the traveler in the floral shirt also got into the car. The two of them looked at the watch on their wrists at the same time, confirming that there was still time.
In this city, the powerful departments of the Federation Bureau of Investigation and the Ministry of National Defense had been searching for the two of them. Along the way, the black official cars of the Federation Bureau of Investigation could be seen from time to time. However, the two of them did not look nervous at all. With a lot of prearranged cooperation, they changed to three different transportation methods, easily passed through the checkpoints set up by the government, and arrived at the foot of a building in the capital of Sunset State.
Taking out the prepared keys from under the mat, the two of them pushed open the door to Room 1201. Twenty seconds later, the traveler in the floral shirt quietly left.
The middle-aged man put the trench coat beside the chair and opened the suitcase. His expression was calm as he looked at the metal parts in the suitcase that were painted a matte color. A few seconds later, his two hands began to steadily assemble the parts. In just a minute, a powerful non-standard sniper rifle appeared in his hands.
Pulling over the chair and taking out the electric taser, the middle-aged man very carefully and quickly rubbed out a gap for the barrel. However, he was not in a hurry to adjust the shooting point. Instead, he came to the window, pulled up the corner of the curtain, and looked out.
He saw that the corner of the building below the building was an extremely lively intersection. Those restaurants with red oil signs were very clear. Those boiling pots of red soup under the green trees by the roadside were clearly visible. If it appeared in the optical scope, he would be able to clearly see the green spring onions.
After a moment of silence, he narrowed his eyes and gave up on the window. As the best assassination expert in Bermuda, he did not avoid using conventional assassination methods. However, in the territory of the Federation, he was more cautious than he had been in every previous mission.
He sprayed a layer of mist on the wall next to the window frame. This mist seemed to have a strong corrosive effect. In just a few seconds, the mixed wall melted a little. Using tools, it took a very short time to dig out a small hole that was connected to the air outside the building.
The middle-aged man covered the small hole with the lid of the teacup on the table to prevent the people outside from noticing anything strange. When the corrosive mist effect wore off, he put the non-standard sniper rifle into the hole. Then, he pulled over a chair to stabilize the body of the rifle. At the same time, he placed a full-angle micro-rotation device on the shelf.
The specially made electric sight was only about the thickness of a finger, and it was inserted into the hole at the same time. The data cable behind it and the electric fire data cable of the sniper rifle were pulled extremely long. They were carefully connected by the middle-aged man, and then they passed through the air conditioning duct in the room and passed through the air conditioning duct in the room.
He carefully placed his windbreaker on the chair and covered the long sniper rifle completely. Then, he cleaned up all the sand marking agent, took out the air freshener from the box, and carefully sprayed it. After all this, it would be difficult for anyone to notice anything strange in a short time if they pushed the door open.
Then, he carried the box out of room 1201. Following the shadows of the passage, he came to the stairwell. Then, he walked to the thirteenth floor and entered room 1301. He quickly lifted a corner of the floor, broke the ventilation duct, pulled out the data cable, and inserted it into his workbench.
The scene in the electric scope downstairs clearly appeared on the hologram. The middle-aged man quietly observed the movement at the intersection. He silently adjusted his breathing. His right hand was only three fingers away from the electric firing device.
The target had not appeared yet, but he was not in a hurry. As the best expert in Bermuda, his patience and caution were his best gifts.
He touched the back of his neck. He seemed to feel that the chip was constantly sending some kind of signal. A trace of disgust flashed across his calm face. He then began to think about how to escape back to Bermuda after this successful attack.
He knew that the target he was going to assassinate today was a big target. He knew that this was a big deal. However, his experience in the West Woods these days made him even more aware that those who helped him complete the mission, which was the people who issued the mission, had even more terrifying power.
The middle-aged man was originally a citizen of the Federation. That was why he could pass the strict inspection when entering the country and re-implant the chip. Therefore, he knew what kind of ability these cold-blooded big shots of the Federation had. With the help of these people, it was not difficult to complete the mission.
After making so many arrangements downstairs, he thought that his safety was fully guaranteed. After shooting later, even if the enemy could immediately surround room 1201, it would still leave him enough time to escape. Unless the enemy was an omniscient god, they would not know where he was hiding.
On the hologram, a black car drove into the intersection.
The middle-aged man's finger steadily rested on the red button of the electric control device. He gently slid the finger to adjust the shooting angle of the sniper rifle downstairs.
Looking at the clear data on the hologram, he was somewhat amazed by the imitation ability of the anti-government forces of Green Dragon Mountain. This long-range sniper rifle was much less powerful than the ACW, but in many design concepts, it had been imitated to the extreme.
Feeling the smooth feeling between his fingers, he knew that as long as he gently pressed the button, a historical event of the Federation would happen in his hands. The calmest killing expert in Bermuda slightly raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a calm and confident smile.
At this moment, he suddenly frowned and slowly looked to the right. Although he did not hear any sound, he always felt that there was something strange in the room that was only a wall away.
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The military vehicles of Group 7 drove directly to the bottom of the building. The entire streets of the West Woods were filled with military vehicles. They were not worried that they would attract the attention of certain people. However, looking at the several West Woods military vehicles not far away through the filter glass film, Bai Yulan suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. She silently thought that she was not worried that others would notice her. Did the people in the military vehicles have the same idea?
Xiong Linquan pointed to the three-dimensional structure of the building and frowned. "All the rooms on the left side of the eighth floor are suitable for sniping. There is no way to monitor all of them. The choice of sniping location is very professional. Or rather, the choice of the place where the boss eats is too stupid."
Gu Xifeng's ten fingers quickly tapped on the hologram. In a very short time, she had hacked into the surveillance system inside the building. With the help of a small software she had developed, she quickly sorted out a few suspicious points. She smiled and patted Big Bear's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. They are in room 1201."
The surveillance video on the hologram showed that at some point before, two people carrying boxes entered room 1201.
Xiong Linquan looked at the back of the man in the trench coat and suddenly said, "It's an expert."
Bai Yulan pushed aside the fine hair in front of her forehead and said softly, "I didn't expect him to come."
Group 7 had done countless private assassinations in the West Woods and Bermuda over the years. In a sense, they were absolute experts in the world of assassination. And the expert that they took seriously was naturally a real expert.
"It's too late." Xiong Linquan carried the cello box beside him and prepared to rush into the building.
Bai Yulan thought of what Xu Le had said to her before she left. She frowned for a moment and said firmly, "It's not 1201."
"It's 1301."
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(First of all, there's another chapter tonight. Are you shocked? Haha.
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