Chapter 329 Infiltration
Under Jilan’s instructions, Mo Weiwei and Buweige left quietly.
Under the wall outside the red brick factory building, only four people from Jilan were left.
"Haldane, Celine, what alchemy supplies do you two carry?"
Gilan glanced at the two heavily guarded buildings and said casually without looking back. Just ask.
Haldane and Celine quickly replied in low voices.
There are alchemical explosives for attacking fortifications, gas bombs to cause coma, bulletproof protective gear, cloaks to hide the body, etc.
These are some of the products they independently produced and developed through the drawings they collected and with the power of "craftsman" nature.
Jilan hummed and looked away.
“The leaders and senior officials of the Blood Harbor gang should be hiding in the underground miasma shelter. Before confirming the information, we should not alert the enemy, so it is best to approach the target by sneaking in and then behead him. ”
"Understood, Mr. Gillan."
Haldane and Celine nodded.
As they spoke, the two of them each took out a storage object.
Haldane's is a palm-sized iron box, while Celine's is a canvas handbag.
Gilan quietly activated his level 4 "player" ability "Guidance Prompt".
His eyes were half-closed, and he entered a sleepwalking state of half-asleep and half-awake, and then the "Apocalypse Dream" started.
Whether it is an iron box or a handbag, colorful words appear in his sight.
These two items are similar to Jilan's alchemy leather pocket. They are mysterious items that have folded space and have the function of portable storage.
I saw Haldane taking out a roll of black "tape" from the iron box and said:
"This is a 'sound-absorbing cloth' that can eliminate sound."
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Celine pulled out several sets of translucent "raincoats" from her handbag and explained:
"Putting this kind of cloak on can simulate the environment and hide the figure from the visual level. With the naked eye alone, It’s extremely difficult to find.”
“Very good.” Jilan picked up the two alchemy products and looked at them for a while, then praised them.
Haldane and Celine were smiling.
Not for a moment.
Buweige and Weiwei returned one after another.
After listening to Weiwei’s explanation, Ji Lan had a general understanding of the underground miasma avoidance system. But Little Familiar focuses on telling that there are many powerful characters in the deepest part.
It didn't dare to get too close, so it just observed it from a distance and then returned.
“One of the guys almost discovered you and made you feel very scary?”
Jilan asked Weiwei on her shoulder.
The little familiar nodded heavily and said quickly:
"Yes, Master. The guy's skin is very white, and he is also carrying a strange double-barreled shotgun with a sword embedded in the middle of the barrel... He gives me the feeling that he is more powerful than God Pan.”
Everyone felt strange when they heard Weiwei’s words, because they had never heard of the so-called “God Pan”.
Gilan looked thoughtful.
He has experienced the world of movies and knows very well that Pan Shen is stronger than the average level 3 mystic.
As a devil, Weiwei has a keen perception, and its judgment rarely makes mistakes... In this case, there is a strong man with more than level 3 strength in the blood harbor gang's lair.
It's hard to say whether it was Kuze, but Jilan didn't feel nervous because of this information.
Quite the opposite.
After Jilan was promoted to level 4, before he had time to test his strength, he was worried that he could not find an opponent.
‘Don’t let me down…’
Ji Lan secretly thought.
Immediately afterwards, he read through the small book handed over by Buweig. Not only are the structures and floor plans of the two buildings drawn with black simple drawings, but the distribution of personnel and various information are also recorded in detail with red pens.
Even the general strength of each person is briefly summarized. Except for a few enemies who need attention in the building on the right, they are just ordinary people.
After reading the information in the notebook, Gilan had a clear understanding of the situation in the two buildings.
He couldn't help but raise his brows and turned to look at Buweig more. It seems that this guy was not without merits if he was selected by the Secret Cult to join the "Thorns" reserve team.
Noticing Gillan's gaze, Buweig lost all his arrogance at the beginning, but lowered his head and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Gillan, is the information not detailed enough?"
< br>"No, you did a good job."
Gilan closed the notebook, put it in his coat pocket, and said calmly.
“I take my words back, Buweg.”
The long-haired young man was startled.
Immediately, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The last trace of arrogance hidden in his heart disappeared inexplicably at this moment.
"Put on the invisibility cloak made by Celine, and then use Haldane's tape to wrap around your wrists and ankles. We are ready to take action."
Gilan gave an order and then took the lead. I put on that translucent "raincoat" and wrapped black "tape" around my hands and feet.
He tried to move his hands and feet, but was surprised to find that he didn't make any sound.
No, to be precise, the sound was absorbed by that magical black "tape", so it seemed like it was silent.
Gilan turned his head and looked at the other four people who were already dressed, and found that they seemed to be integrated with the environment.
If I hadn’t sensed people, I wouldn’t have been able to “see” the four people standing in front of me.
“Very good, follow me.”
Ji Lan nodded with satisfaction and spoke.
Although the human voice was also absorbed by the tape, it could not be completely covered, so Haldane and others could still vaguely hear it.
Jilan lowered the hood of his raincoat, lowered his head, and walked towards the building on the right.
The Haldane four followed closely behind.
On the second, third and rooftop floors of the building, more than a dozen gang members wearing anti-miasma masks were looking around with guns in hand, but they could not find anyone passing under their noses.
Like invisible ghosts, the group of people slipped into the building silently.
After Gillan led the team into the first floor, he noticed two men sitting at a table in the corner chatting, with a black semi-automatic rifle leaning at their feet.
This obviously belongs to the category of contraband, most of which are arms secretly traded by the Parliament to the Blood Harbor gang.
Gilan ignored these two guys and led the team past them and continued inside.
According to Buweig's intelligence book, Gilan learned that a mid-level cadre was assigned to each of the two "sentry posts" outside the underground miasma shelter.
The cadres of the building on the right are located in the second room on the left on the second floor.
He went straight up the stairs to the second floor.
Then arrive at the door of the target room.
Gilan made a gesture.
Due to the contract, Weiwei easily understood what her master meant and immediately flew in through the wall.
Soon, it came back from the wall and whispered:
“Master, it’s confirmed, there are indeed nine people inside.”
Gilan raised his hand and knocked on the room. Door.
Tuk Tuk.
“Come in.”
A rough male voice came from inside.
Jilan pushed the door directly.
Creak——
Everyone in the room looked at him, but were shocked to see that there was no one outside the door.
“Huh?”
The burly bearded man sitting on the sofa frowned.
A breeze blew by.
Next second.
Pfft! !
A man leaning against the wall on the left clutched his throat and fell to the ground. The bearded man's pupils shrank and he stood up reflexively.
But the weird things are not over yet.
Pfft!
Pfft, pfft! !
Every one of the gang members in the room had their throats cut inexplicably, or fell to the ground clutching their left chest where their heart was.
"Damn it! There are enemies!"
The strong bearded man made a quick decision and flew directly to the coffee table on the side of the sofa, reaching out to press the round button under the table.
However, his hand was broken off at the wrist in the next moment.
Ugh——
The scumbag man grunted and fell to the ground, covering his bleeding hand. The severe pain and the strange things in front of him made his face full of panic.
Invisible enemy? !
Chi! !
A cold light flashed, and his vision fell into darkness, and he didn't know what happened from beginning to end.
The door closed with a click.
Haldane stood at the door, pulling down the hood of his raincoat to reveal his head.
"Mr. Gillan, what do you need us to do next?"
"The four of you search the room and see what you find."
Gillen also pulled down his hood and looked into the room. He turned a blind eye to the bloodstains and corpses all over the floor and sat on the sofa.
The four reservists all obeyed the order and began to carefully search every corner of the room.
And Jilan bent down and stretched out his hands, playing with the body of the strong bearded man. After looking at the face, he pinched his arms, thighs and other parts.
The four Haldane looked at each other in confusion.
Maybe this senior No. 001 has some strange habits...
Next second.
The four of them were stunned.
Soon his pupils shrank sharply.
I saw that the tall and handsome blond young man was transforming into a strong bearded man at a speed visible to the naked eye!
There is no difference in height, body shape or even skin color!
"This guy is a middle-level cadre of the Blood Harbor Gang. With his appearance, he can sneak into the underground miasma shelter more easily."
Gilan stood up to the bearded man's Appearance, stood up from the sofa.
His original height of 1.9 meters shrank to about 1.8 meters, but his expression remained calm and indifferent.
"You just stay here and wait for me. If anything happens, I will contact you via radio."
As Gillan said, he took out four miniature headsets from his pocket and threw them into the hands of Haldane and others.
Immediately, he took off his raincoat, untied the black footsteps from his hands and feet, and walked out of the room.
The four people left behind were silent.
But they were all shocked in their hearts.
This ability to change his appearance, coupled with the rumors, made them sure of one thing... Guillain Iros is indeed taking the path of "director" in February.
But the question is, how can his actual combat ability be so strong? !
This is completely inconsistent with the laws of the field of occultism!
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Red brick factory building, underground miasma shelter.
The structure of this miasma shelter is completely different from that of the military area, and appears more winding.
The walls are covered with intricate pipes and wires, and the light is dim except for a few dim electric lights hanging in the corners.
No decorations can be seen on the gray and black cement walls, only some cobwebs, cracks and dust, revealing that a long time has passed since this miasma shelter was built.
There is a huge iron door in the deepest part.
In the center of the secret room behind the iron door, there are two rows of black leather sofas. On the metal tables and shelves facing them, there are many square-headed monitoring screens placed or hung. The wiring behind them is dense and messy.
There are eight or nine figures in the secret room. The leader is sitting on the sofa. He is a thin, bald man wearing a leather jacket with a fur collar.
There are complicated tattoos on his forehead and top of his head, which seem to be a painting about religion.
"Brother, how long are we going to stay here?"
A man also wearing a jacket stood against the wall, smoking a cigarette, and asked in a deep voice.
"The miasma is getting stronger and stronger now. Even if it has no impact on us, my brothers can't hold it back..."
"Don't worry." The bald man on the sofa said calmly. "Golden Force No. 7 still needs more experimental materials."
He glanced at everyone present.
“No one knows their research results better than us... Without those people, how could we have obtained the mysterious power that transcends mortals?”
“Be grateful as a human being. .”
"Grateful..."
The senior leaders of the Blood Harbor gang present lowered their eyes. Although they thought this reason was ridiculous, they did not dare to refute it.
Because everyone knows the boss’s character.
When the other person says this, it does not mean he thinks so.
But never say it.
"The council of Late Autumn Town is just a bunch of people with nothing to worry about, and the military can't even protect itself... If we stay one more day, we can enjoy one more day of freedom."
The bald leader said softly.
"The Empire is already hostile to the Federation, and now the miasma natural disaster has come, exacerbating the conflict. When the No. 7 Golden Troop completes its research, we will leave here together."
"But... "
Another man with a single ponytail sitting on the sofa hesitated.
"What should we do with the Imperial Gravediggers? Golden Troop No. 7 asked us to create some trouble for those guys, but the problem is that if they are really angered, we may not be able to withstand them."
" Don’t worry.”
The bald leader lit a cigarette, took a puff of smoke, and said calmly.
“Everyone has gone through the second transformation of the army. In the words of Major General Claudemire, we all have super-limit strength.”
“If we really want to do it, It’s not necessarily who loses or wins.”
"What's more, James is here."
Hearing the name "James", the gang leaders present turned their heads and looked behind the boss.
A tall, thin man with pale skin and messy white hair was standing there.
His facial features were plain and his eyes were indifferent. He also carried a double-barreled shotgun with a sword embedded in the middle of the barrel on his back.
"James is one of the few. The 'Humanoid Familia' who has undergone the third transformation of the No. 7 Golden Army, the alchemy power, the Autumn Sage Parasite and the physical body are perfectly combined, which is far from the effect of taking the 'Blood Pill' Comparable.”
The bald man smiled.
“Even the gravedigger of the empire is no match for James.”
Dong, dong, dong.
At this time, the iron door of the secret room was knocked.
The conversation stopped.
"Who?" Baldhead narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.
"It's me, brother."
A rough voice sounded outside the door.
The man with a single ponytail who spoke earlier glanced at the monitor screen and frowned:
"It's Sadik... He's not in charge of sentry duty on the surface, so what are you doing here?"
The bald leader had no expression on his face and remained silent for a few seconds.
He suddenly raised his hand, motioned to the white-haired man behind him, and said coldly:
"James, kill the guy outside the door."
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