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墨書 Inktalez
Infinite Strongest G
In the cold winter of January, Las Vegas, located in the Northern Hemisphere, experienced extremely low temperatures at night. Despite the air conditioning, the biting cold wind was still unbearable for Li Hong.
It was already half past eleven at night, a time when the world was quiet. The wind howled outside, swaying the few willow trees below.
Li Hong had long been awake; in fact, he had been conserving his energy since the afternoon, waiting for this decisive moment. Lin Ruxian and Yuchen, unaware of what was about to happen, obediently followed Li Hong's suggestion to take a nap in the afternoon.
After sleeping for so long, Lin Ruxian had already woken up. She held the sleepy Yuchen in her arms, sitting motionless on the sofa with Li Hong.
This was a matter of great importance. Before this moment, Li Hong had not told Lin Ruxian what they were about to do. However, now that it was time to act, there was no point in keeping it from her any longer. So, Li Hong began to write down what would happen next on a piece of paper.
After reading it, Lin Ruxian covered her mouth in shock.
Li Hong then wrote: "Are you scared? If we fail, we might end up spending our lives in a secret prison."
Lin Ruxian shook her head. Although she felt uneasy, Li Hong could see from her determined gaze that she had made her choice.
Smiling softly, he gently wrapped his arms around Lin Ruxian's slender waist. The two of them nestled together on the sofa, waiting for their fate's judgment.
The room was silent. To avoid alerting the agents monitoring them outside, Li Hong didn't even turn on the lights. The family sat anxiously in the dark room, waiting for the time to come.
The wait was agonizing; Li Hong had never felt thirty minutes drag on so long. It felt as if he and Lin Ruxian had been together for a century yet still hadn’t reached the end…
……
In the adjacent room, only a few agents remained to monitor Li Hong closely. Jebed and Hook-Nosed Man had already left one after another to compete for credit.
As night deepened, there seemed to be no movement outside; only a few agents were diligently working at their computers.
“Click clack…”
“Click clack…”
The crisp sound of keyboard typing echoed in the room, adding a touch of noise to the otherwise lonely night.
The agents were using computers to organize the intelligence gathered today into a printable document, complete with text and images.
This was their routine work; being an agent meant that during missions, they hardly had any time to rest. They had to keep their eyes glued to the target, and at night, they would still need to compile reports.
They had grown accustomed to this kind of life. To truly rest, they had to wait until the mission was completed before returning to base for a good sleep.
After several nights of staying up, the agents showed signs of fatigue, with bloodshot eyes and diminished focus compared to earlier. This led them to completely overlook a fleeting figure on the thermal imaging device.
"Five, I've finished my part. How about you?" one agent turned to ask his partner.
The questioned agent shook his head, forcing a smile. "I'm not done yet. Damn it, I studied engineering in college; writing reports isn't my strong suit..."
"Come on, buddy, you can do it." The agent smiled and then used his radio earpiece to notify nearby colleagues who were lying in wait to prepare for a shift change.
In their room, there were not only agents but also some information technology experts from the CIA. Their main responsibility was to use various high-tech methods to monitor Li Hong next door and the surrounding hotel area.
Unlike these "office-bound computer watchers," the agents responsible for surveillance usually expended a lot of physical energy. Therefore, the agents outside would rotate regularly. The timing of these rotations wasn't fixed but was determined through a specific code communicated at random.
This approach was largely intended to prevent others from taking advantage of the rotation times. Right now, the rotation time was set for eleven forty-eight PM—an unpredictable hour.
However, those truly looking to exploit a gap wouldn't choose such an obvious time for a shift change.
Once the rotation ended and a few minutes passed without incident, one agent used his earpiece to communicate: "Rotation complete; please remain vigilant. Over."
Unless there was an anomaly, the agents in hiding wouldn't respond to those in the monitoring room. This was also to eliminate the possibility of an enemy taking out their own agents and using radio communication for mischief.
Yet, this had its flaw: if there was no response, even if an undercover agent were dead, no one would know!
Just like now, one by one, agents lying in wait were silently dispatched by someone wielding a razor-sharp military dagger, unable to send out any useful messages in time.
Ghosts clad in black moisture-wicking suits stealthily infiltrated the hotel. The special material of their black attire allowed them to blend perfectly into the darkness. The space-grade soles on their feet muted their footsteps to an inaudible level.
After eliminating an American agent, their moisture-wicking suits absorbed every drop of blood splattered around them, ensuring not a single drop fell to the ground. After absorbing the blood, the suits could also effectively evade detection by thermal imaging devices.
As for the blood scent affecting infiltration, there is no need to worry. These bodysuits undergo a deodorization process during manufacturing, where the materials are soaked in a special chemical solution. Even if they absorb blood, the enemy will not be able to detect any scent when face-to-face.
Moreover, that special chemical solution contains deliberately added molecules that can obstruct the olfactory nerves of canine creatures after absorption. For up to half an hour, these animals will become completely incapable of smelling.
These bodysuits are expensive; a full-body suit costs no less than one million Renminbi. Perhaps only a spacesuit can rival its price among clothing.
Of course, with such a high cost, their effectiveness is exceptional.
In special operations such as infiltration, assassination, ambush, and surprise attacks, they perform flawlessly. This type of bodysuit is called Black Scab, meaning a black scab attached to the enemy's body.
In the dark world, the reputation of Black Scab is not inferior to that of invisible fighter jets or aircraft carriers; in fact, it may even surpass them. Those are tools for team warfare, while only Black Scab is the invincible gear for solo infiltration.
Naturally, everyone knows that only one military is equipped with the Black Scab Brigade. That is p!
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