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Three miles away from Baishan Village, a detachment of the Marine Corps was stationed, consisting of nine members.
In the base, a large military tent was set up in the center, filled with high-tech equipment. The most prominent feature was a screen over three meters wide hanging inside the tent, displaying photos of all participants in the Night Operation.
Currently, the screen showcased the photos of Wang Yan and his two companions, which were highlighted against a gray background. The borders of their images flickered with red light, making them stand out starkly from the others.
The entire team gathered inside the tent, their expressions turning grave as they stared at the screen.
Tian Long, thirty-five years old and the captain of this detachment, was overseeing data monitoring for his third Night Operation. Upon seeing the three photos on the screen, his face darkened ominously, causing the eight other team members standing before him to tense up in silence.
Before each Night Operation, participants wore high-tech wristbands that monitored their physical conditions and transmitted data back to Tian Long's base.
Tian Long quickly typed a series of commands on the keyboard, retrieving the time of death for Wang Yan and his companions. He then turned to his teammates and said loudly, "Seventeen minutes ago, Wang Yan, Wu Pingchuan, and Jiang Fuguo died almost simultaneously. Our team was sent here to monitor those students' health. Now that three have suddenly died, what should we do?"
Although Tian Long's team had participated in two previous Night Operations, they had never encountered a situation where team members died during an operation. Moreover, as tech specialists, they lacked experience in handling such emergencies.
Upon discovering Wang Yan's death, Tian Long immediately reported the situation to higher command. After receiving the news, reinforcements were dispatched toward Baishan Village while orders were given for Tian Long's team to act according to circumstances.
At that moment, a soldier stepped forward and saluted Tian Long. He spoke loudly, "Report! I suggest we send someone to investigate the situation there as soon as possible. If it’s critical, we can abort the operation and evacuate those college students."
Tian Long furrowed his brow tightly. He glanced at the pitch-black night outside and pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Everyone grab your weapons. We’ll depart for Baishan Village in five minutes."
Meanwhile, one hundred meters away from Tian Long's base, a scruffy old man holding a gourd appeared in the darkness.
The old man tilted his head back and took a large gulp from the gourd, letting out a satisfied burp. He wiped the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Tian Long's tent, then disdainfully curled his lip, casually saying, "You should hurry up and deal with this group of people. If you take too long, there won't be any good food left when you get back."
With that, the old man hung the gourd at his waist and leisurely strode toward Tian Long's tent. Oddly enough, although he appeared to walk slowly, each step he took covered seven or eight meters, completely unlike an ordinary person.
In less than half a minute, the old man had already reached the front of Tian Long's tent. He pulled out a large piece of raw meat from somewhere and began chewing on it voraciously, blood splattering across his mouth, making him look particularly gruesome.
He pushed aside the tent flap and swaggered inside while still munching on the raw meat. His cold gaze swept across the interior of the tent. Nodding to himself, he muttered, "Hmm, not bad, not bad. There are a total of nine people here; it's worth my personal effort."
Tian Long and his eight companions were shocked by the sudden appearance of Ye Bihong. They had set up high-end control equipment outside the tent, which should have sounded an alarm if anyone approached. Yet until now, they had not heard any warning signals.
Tian Long carefully examined Ye Bihong before him. When he realized that the piece of raw meat in Ye Bihong's hand was actually a severed human arm, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Ye Bihong completely ignored Tian Long's group. He took another bite of the human flesh and asked while chewing, "Smack~~ smack~~ who is the boss here?"
Upon hearing Ye Bihong's question, Tian Long's heart raced wildly, nearly leaping out of his throat. Taking a deep breath to force himself to calm down, he discreetly signaled to his subordinates beside him and put on a nonchalant facade with a faint smile.
Tian Long took a few steps toward Ye Bihong and said with a smile, "Old sir, my name is Tian Long; I am the highest authority here. This is a military zone; outsiders are prohibited from entering. Old sir, perhaps you’ve come to the wrong place? I can escort you out right now."
Ye Bihong glanced casually at Tian Long. He finished gnawing on the severed arm cleanly and tossed the bone onto the ground. Wiping the blood from his hands onto his clothes, he rubbed his belly and said casually, "So you're called Tian Long? I'm called Ye Bihong. I'm giving you a choice: either you kill your subordinates yourself or let me kill all of you. You choose."
With that, Ye Bihong looked into Tian Long's eyes with a gentle smile on his face. If it weren't for hearing Ye Bihong's words directly, Tian Long might have thought he was just a kind old man.
A glint of murderous intent flashed in Tian Long's eyes as he quickly drew his sidearm, gripping it tightly with both hands and aiming it at Ye Bihong. In a firm tone, he declared, "Ye Bihong, I don't care who you are or what your background is. I demand that you leave immediately; otherwise, we have the authority to execute you."
"Be honest and don't move. If you do, I'll shoot." At that moment, the other eight people also drew their guns, rushing forward to encircle Ye Bihong. The barrels of their weapons were all aimed at Ye Bihong's head.
(End of Chapter)
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