Chapter 537: shot
Chapter 537: Shot
It was extremely cold in the simple hut.
Although the only window and the loosely fitting door were covered with blankets to block light leakage, the cold air still seeped in through the gaps.
Song Moting breathed on his fingers to warm them up.
He only allowed the team members to light a battery-powered light in the room, and his breath made a thin white mist in the dim light.
Song Moting focused all his attention on checking the equipment.
He can push away all things other than work from his mind, and his ability to concentrate is awe-inspiring and amazing.
The team members have seen that level of concentration in one person—captain Song Moting.
Because they work as special team members, mainly working for special units.
Song Moting is calm, stable and capable.
Need to hit a hard-to-reach target?
He is a sharpshooter who can shoot through the enemy at a hundred steps.
Need to blow up a building somewhere?
Just ask Song Moting.
His attitude is not aggressive; in fact, he is very low-key.
But his teammates could tell from his eyes and his lack of expression that he was deadly dangerous.
In this small factory hidden deep in the cold mountainous area, no one would have thought that a batch of biological agents was being manufactured here and was destined to be shipped to the headquarters of a secret organization in a certain country.
Although air attacks are the quickest and most effective way to destroy factories, they can also trigger international crises and disrupt the delicate balance of power between countries here.
No one wants a total war.
They must not let these people succeed. They want to stop these people's conspiracy. Without the support behind a certain country, no one would be so bold.
Since air attacks were not feasible, the factory had to be destroyed from the ground, which meant that the explosives not only had to be installed manually, but also had to be powerful.
Song Moting not only planned to blow up the factory with plastic explosives, but also planned to use the fuel and catalysts in the factory to ensure that it was razed to the ground.
They have been here for several months and they have travel certificates.
Song Moting hung the radio transmitter on his body and carried a backpack full of plastic explosives.
Jin Dachuan's equipment is exactly the same as his.
Both of their radio transmitters were assembled by Black Cat himself. Several of the transmitters they obtained locally were damaged in some way, so they disassembled the available parts and assembled two new ones, and tested them repeatedly to ensure that they were not defective. Will malfunction.
They also sneaked into the factory's phone lines and installed bugs, a task that was easy because the factory still used equipment from the early decades.
They didn’t eavesdrop on much information, but they determined that a small factory was indeed manufacturing some kind of biological and bacterial weapons for radicals in a certain country.
Biological bacteria are not special, but some can be used as extremely effective biochemical weapons.
Song Moting sneaked into the factory last night to conduct reconnaissance. When he came back, he drew a floor plan and marked the location of the germ culture room and warehouse.
He and Jin Dachuan will install most of the explosives in those two places.
Once the factory was blown up, they were to destroy their equipment in the hut and be ready to go when the other three returned.
They will leave here in four groups, meet at the border and report on the performance of the mission.
Crossing the border, they can return to their home country.
Once discovered they will have no official recognition.
Song Moting turned off the lights, and the three men quietly slipped into the night.
Song Moting's voice came through the radio.
“Trouble is coming. There is movement in the warehouse, it seems they are preparing to ship a shipment.”
Jin Dachuan cursed and immediately focused on the unexpected situation.
Warehouses storing germs must be completely destroyed before shipment.
The warehouse is usually empty at night, with only guards standing guard outside.
But now there are people coming in and out, which means Song Moting and the others cannot go there to install explosives.
“How many goods are there?”
Jin Dachuan asked.
“About eight or nine. I hid behind some barrels but couldn’t move any of them.”
Their task is not to let the goods leave the warehouse.
“Cheetah! How are you doing there?”
Song Moting called softly.
“I’m going over there right now, boss, my explosives are ready.”
Jin Dachuan is going to help Song Moting, but they are still outnumbered, and moving will expose Jin Dachuan's position.
“If you want to help, Fox, you stay where you are.”
Jin Dachuan's chest was filled with anger. What was damning was that Song Moting was right.
No matter what he does, it will distract Song Moting and the others, and distraction will only increase the chance of death at this critical moment.
Jin Dachuan sat on a bag of rations, trying to suppress his suffocating anxiety.
Time passes slowly by second by second.
Jin Dachuan knew that Song Moting was currently using every cover he could find to approach the warehouse area quietly without risking as much as possible.
He also knew that these radicals were preparing to leave with the germs.
The time is approaching minute by minute.
Jin Dachuan is striking a balance between caution and self-interest considerations.
Song Moting said into the microphone.
“Black Cat, report your situation.”
“I can’t move a step, the truck is almost full.”
“Two minutes.”
Song Moting said that this is their last chance and it is absolutely impossible for these chemicals to reach their territory.
Two minutes.
Jin Dachuan closed his eyes.
Cold sweat ran down his back.
He found himself mumbling to himself.
Two minutes seemed like a lifetime, and the second hand on the watch seemed motionless.
“Get into position.”
Hearing those words almost made Jin Dachuan lose his self-control.
He bit his lower lip until blood flowed out.
"How's it going?"
“That’s right, the captain can’t move. Elephant, how many ingredients have you packed?”
“One material.”
“Deadly.”
One ingredient is definitely not enough.
Jin Dachuan listened to their conversation and knew that Song Moting was estimating how much explosives would be needed to blow up the factory.
“Where’s the fox!”
“Already in place. But can’t help.”
“Start to retreat.”
Song Moting's voice was steady.
“Fox, put fuses on all the medicines.”
After a period of silence, the fox's voice came, "Okay."
"Get ready. Throw the whole bag of pills under the truck and run. I'm going to shoot for cover. I'm going to give us five seconds to get out of here before I push the button."
“It’s fatal. Just six seconds.”
said the fox.
“Prepare.”
Song Moting's voice was still extremely calm.
"rise!"
The intermittent sound of gunfire came from the radio speaker.
Jin Dachuan suddenly stopped moving as if he had been shot by a bullet.
His comrades are fighting **** battles, but he must remain motionless here. The mission requirement is that he must not fail.
If they failed, he and Beaver were the last hope.
They cannot be exposed.
There was a sound from the loudspeaker that made the hair on the back of Jin Dachuan's neck stand up, a dull grunt mixed with the gunshots.
“Boss! You’ve been shot.”
“Go on, prepare to evacuate.”
Song Moting's voice was abnormally weak.
Thirty seconds later, an explosion rocked the cabin, sending dust pouring from the cracks in the ceiling and the door rattling in its frame.
Before the blast of the explosion had passed, Jin Dachuan had already pulled off the headphones on his head and threw them aside.
He took a hammer and started smashing old but functional radio equipment, because their plan was to leave nothing usable.
Thirty seconds later, the radio was reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
They must reach the final evacuation point according to the designated arrangements. Now, no matter how worried he is, he must leave with his people.
(End of this chapter)
